By separating them in this way, the positioning will not be confused, and high-end customers will return to Jixiangtang, but a new problem arises: there are not enough people.
After two days of running away, Xiao Shitou complained to Huang Wanzhen, "Manager, I'm done. Have you forgotten that I still work part-time as a newspaper editor? I haven't been to the Xinmin Daily for a long time, and Editor Zhan has a problem with me."
Like most people, Xiao Shitou always felt that although the current Butford Company was profitable, it was not as stable as a newspaper. He was reluctant to give up Bao Ding's stable job and also wanted to leave a way out for himself.
As long as Xiao Shitou can do his assigned work well, Huang Wanzhen doesn't mind him working part-time. "Hey, I've been so busy lately that I forgot to hire anyone. Huamei Clothing needs a few people. Can you handle it?"
Little Stone said with embarrassment, "At least two, the business over there is not worse than ours."
No one wanted to sublet the shops nearby, so the middleman introduced me to a shop a little further away from Jixiangtang. The location was better than Jixiangtang, and of course the rent was more attractive, but the daily turnover there was also very large, so the profit could completely cover the cost.
"Then we'll hire three. I'll write a poster and you can put it up outside the door later." Huang Wanzhen was a man of action, and she got right to work. While writing the recruitment poster, she chatted with Xiao Shitou, "Do you have any good candidates you can recommend? You know the salary here is better than anywhere else."
This time, Huang Wanzhen wanted to recruit three male employees. It was not because of gender discrimination, but because in this era, people often come to the store to cause trouble. The store is about one or two hundred meters away from here. If some gangsters come to cause trouble, it is too easy for women to suffer.
"Is it okay if I can't read?" asked Little Stone.
Huang Wanzhen nodded and said, "Okay, I'll arrange for someone who can read to be the bookkeeper."
"That's easy." Little Stone immediately perked up. "I'll borrow the company's phone and call my uncle. Ask him to find two smart people in the village."
Huang Wanzhen paused, then looked up at him and smiled, "Okay, I want a man who's good at talking."
"It can't be a boy. Who would trust their daughter to travel so far to work?" Little Stone explained to Huang Wanzhen what the villagers thought. "Unless the family is struggling to make ends meet and is ready to sell their daughter, then they wouldn't care about the damage to their reputation."
"No way? I heard that many factories in Shanghai have female employees." Huang Wanzhen was skeptical about Xiao Shitou's words.
"Oh! Manager, you also said that that was Shanghai, the foreign land. Before it became prosperous, what kind of place was it? How could it compare to our Beijing? Our Beijing is a place that values etiquette the most. Villagers all hope that their daughters can marry into a good family and live a decent life. If a girl is released and learns bad habits, how can she return to her hometown and get married? She has become arrogant and looks down on the men of the village."
Xiao Shitou thought that his words were sincere and convincing, but he didn't know that these words offended Huang Wanzhen.
Huang Wanzhen never thought that Xiao Shitou, who had always been working with her, would be so feudal and patriarchal.
But if you think about it, men have been led by a patriarchal society for so long that even if they are fair and just, they will be led astray by society's thinking. When inequality occurs too often, it becomes normal.
"Well, go make the call."
Huang Wanzhen put down her pen, thought for a moment, then got up and went to Yanda Hutong in the back street to find Song Lin.
"Sister Song, aren't you literate? Are you interested in bookkeeping?" Song Lin stopped sewing, stood up, and looked at Huang Wanzhen seriously. "I'll do whatever Manager Huang tells me to do. Bookkeeping is no problem."
Song Lin's attitude was very correct, but her answer made Huang Wanzhen feel uneasy. She felt that she lacked decisiveness. If she became the store manager of Huamei Clothing, she didn't know if she could take on the important responsibility there.
"Manager Huang, don't worry. Song Lin can be an accountant without any problem," Song Ying said with a smile as she sorted out the tailored clothes. "Don't even mention her. I can do it too. My eyesight may not be very good, but I can write! I just need to get close."
Huang Wanzhen touched her chin, thought carefully, and tentatively said, "Huamei Clothing is in need of a store manager. At least he needs to be able to write and keep accounts. But there is one problem. The two employees under him are both men."
"It's okay. What's the big deal? Men and women all work to earn money. The most important thing is to do the job well." Although Song Ying is already in her forties, she is very skillful at work. She can earn more than 30 yuan a month just by operating the sewing machine. She is the well-deserved No. 1 here.
"Aunt Song, watch your hands," Huang Wanzhen saw that she was talking to her while her hands were sewing non-stop, and she was particularly afraid that she would prick her hands. Prickling your hands with the sewing machine was no joke.
"It's okay. You'll get used to this job the more you do it." Song Ying said with a smile.
Before Huang Wanzhen could say anything, Song Lin spoke up, "Manager, tell me about my mother. She gets up at five in the morning to work, and only stops for a while to eat. She's afraid of going to the bathroom, so she rarely even drinks water. She works until the lights go out at night, then washes her feet and goes to bed."
Song Ying smiled good-naturedly, "As we age, we sleep less. If we don't work, we'll be unable to sleep due to all sorts of thoughts. It's better to work more and then lie down on the kang when we feel sleepy. That's more comfortable. I don't want to work after five o'clock either. If I wake up at that time, I can't fall asleep. Instead of lying there tossing and turning uncomfortably, it's better to get up and work."
Huang Wanzhen heard her say this and pointed at the enamel pot on her sewing machine. "Why don't you drink water?"
"Manager, don't listen to Song Lin's nonsense. I drink water all the time. Look, I even bought an enamel pot to store hot water."
Huang Wanzhen shook her head in disbelief. "Sister Song is such an honest person, how could she possibly mess up and compose you? There must be something wrong with you. So, you're not suitable to make clothes here anymore."
Seeing Huang Wanzhen's seriousness, Song Ying didn't even bother to do her work. She hurriedly said, "Hey, Manager, please don't stop me from doing it. I'll change it..."
"No need to change. If you are not suitable for this job, then go to Huamei Clothing to be the store manager." Huang Wanzhen saw that Song Ying was really anxious, so she stopped keeping him in suspense and directly expressed her thoughts.
Song Ying hesitated for a moment, but Song Lin was straightforward. "Manager, are you kidding me? My mother is almost 50, how can she still be a store manager?"
"What's the matter? She's older, which means she's experienced and knows a lot, making her perfect for managing people. If you're worried, just follow her and help her with any physical work. Let Aunt Song sit on the chair and check your account books and guide you on your work. You don't have to get up at five and go to bed at eleven every day. How great is that!"
Song Ying, who originally didn't want to go, felt that the store manager was nothing special after hearing what Huang Wanzhen said. She could read the account books and direct people to work. The title of "store manager" was probably just to scare outsiders. Manager Huang was an expert. If she said she could do it, then she must be able to do it.
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