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069 Conditions for not giving money to pick up the goods

"Is there a problem?" Sun Xiaoyu suddenly frowned.

"The stitches are too dense. It's a waste of thread!" Liu Chunlai said seriously.

Sun Xiaoyu gave him a blank look, "I thought there was something wrong. This is the same as the stitches above."

The young male lathe finally breathed a sigh of relief and started working again.

If you are slow, others will earn more money for a pair of pants.

"Mr. Sun, can you really give out 15,000 yuan tomorrow morning?" Liu Chunlai felt that Wang Xinmin's words were valid, so he asked the man in front of him if he was reliable.

"We'll see what time it is tomorrow morning. These pants don't require pattern making or anything else. Just cut them and sew them on..."

"What if it's all processed?"

"No later than four o'clock tomorrow afternoon!" Sun Xiaoyu's words made Liu Chunlai change his mind instantly.

"Then drive them all out tomorrow!"

More than 20,000 is enough to saturate the Shancheng market and even develop outside markets.

In Rongcheng, if Wu Erwa listened to Liu Chunlai, Yang Xiaole should be here by now.

Since Liu Junhua wants to cheat him, let him go around in pain.

"this……"

Sun Xiaoyu did not answer in a hurry.

Even Wang Xinmin looked at Liu Chunlai.

They are worried about money!

Looking at the look in their eyes, Liu Chunlai understood the problem.

"This time I came back with only 20,000 yuan in cash... I gave a deposit of 8,000 yuan in the afternoon, and I will give you another 5,000 yuan in wages. When the processing is completed tomorrow, I will pay everyone the wages first. If Director Wang doesn't believe it,

How about I ask County Magistrate Lu to vouch for it?"

I never thought that a garment factory could be so efficient.

What I didn't expect was that the factory only withheld 10 cents for each pair of pants as management fees, and the wages were far lower than what the team paid to the female workers.

But the speed here...

"Let's go out and talk." Wang Xinmin looked at the workers at several workstations around him and stopped, raised his head to look at them, and pulled Liu Chunlai outside.

Sun Xiaoyu also came out.

Liu Chunlai also knows that these days, it is not easy to get credit if you are not familiar with it.

Although it is only over 200 kilometers to the mountain city, it takes more than ten hours by boat.

There is no direct road, so it will take longer.

"Are you really sure?" Wang Xinmin looked at Liu Chunlai and took out his cigarettes. Chun Yu, who paid 8 cents, not only handed one to Liu Chunlai, but also to Sun Xiaoyu.

This factory director is really bad at it.

The efficiency of the lumber factory is not good either. The director of the factory, Su Qingping, smokes eighty-six dollars in Hongtashan.

Liu Chun took a look at Sun Xiaoyu.

He has seen many women who smoke, but there are not many women who smoke these days.

Sun Xiaoyu held the cigarette in her mouth, lit it close to Wang Xinmin's lit match, took a deep breath, and after a while, puffed out a cloud of smoke.

"This factory was built by Xiaoyu's parents with us. At the beginning, there were only ten sewing machines. His parents were famous tailors in the original mountain city. After the founding of New China, they came back to build their hometown, but they died in a warehouse fire in 1971.

…”

Liu Chunlai didn't know what Wang Xinmin meant by this.

The cigarette in his hand was burning, and he only took a puff occasionally.

Just wait for him to continue talking.

"After that, she started smoking."

Liu Chunlai looked at Sun Xiaoyu, and she just grinned, "Now I'm addicted and I can't quit. Especially in the past two years, the factory's performance has been poor..."

She is very calm.

Such women are rare.

If it were a few decades later, he would probably become the number one figure.

"The county has previously proposed to let people contract the garment factory. The premise is that the wages of the cadres and employees will be settled within one year and no one will contract." Seeing that Liu Chunlai remained silent, Wang Xinmin continued, "Since you have the ability, we don't need the county magistrate.

Guarantee, his guarantee is useless..."

"We went to see Magistrate Lu in the afternoon. My dad proposed to contract the garment factory, but the magistrate didn't agree." Liu Chunlai spoke.

In the afternoon, Lu Hongtao did not refuse directly.

In fact, he also rejected Liu Fuwang's offer to contract a garment factory.

As long as the leader talks about discussing something, it's basically useless.

"Liu Fuwang?" Wang Xinmin blew out a puff of smoke and shook his head, "He can't do it. Although he has courage, his vision is not good. Back then, he asked for ten sewing machines from the county, but now there are still five that can work?"

The corners of Liu Chunlai's mouth twitched.

He couldn't refute.

"Now we have 11 garment factories..." Liu Chunlai really didn't know how many there were.

When he first went to the fourth team, Liu Chunlai only saw six stations. When he came back in the morning, there were 11 stations.

His father, Liu Fuwang, didn't say how or where the other five sewing machines came from. Naturally, Liu Chunlai didn't bother to ask. They were probably moved home by someone before.

Most likely, it is the garment factory in front of you.

"If you promise to contract the garment factory, we can complete the processing tomorrow and hand it over to you. This batch of clothes is the salary of the entire factory owner..." Sun Xiaoyu pinched it with her index finger and thumb and stuffed a short cigarette butt into it.

He held the cigarette butt close to his mouth until it almost burned his fingers, then he threw it on the ground and stamped out the cigarette butt hard.

This woman looks very MAN at this moment.

Liu Chunlai looked at the two of them in confusion.

He doesn't believe in himself because of the protagonist's aura. The other party trusts him as soon as he sees him.

"Of course, you have to ask Mr. Sun to follow." Wang Xinmin said when Liu Chunlai didn't say a word.

Liu Chunlai feels that people these days are not as easy to see through as they used to be in the business world.

He didn't answer quickly.

He put the cigarette that was only a little lit to his mouth, took a puff, and imitated Sun Xiaoyu, and suddenly found that it felt very good.

"Why?" Liu Chunlai asked anyway.

He knew that it would be difficult to know why the other party would make such a condition without asking.

Even though he said that his father proposed to contract the garment factory, Magistrate Lu finally rejected it.

"Because you can." Sun Xiaoyu explained helpfully, "We also want to deal with those clothes. In the surrounding towns and villages, we personally set up stalls on the spot, but we couldn't sell them at all. No one wanted them for three yuan a piece.

But you came back with 20,000 yuan..."

"We know the situation of the Fourth Brigade of Xingfu Commune. Those sewing machines were all moved from our factory." Wang Xinmin also spoke, "You may ask, why do we ask you to contract this factory? To be honest, the factory collapsed

, For those of us who are about to retire, the government will make arrangements, but what about other people? Another thing, with tens of thousands of dollars, we have a foundation to do it ourselves..."

"We have tried. Unfortunately, we don't know how to produce raw materials that meet market demand. Textile factories only produce those..."

The words between the two of them explained all Liu Chunlai's doubts.

As a result, not only did Liu Chunlai not understand more, but he became even more confused.

"Actually, you can take the gamble as if we bet the entire factory on you. If you lose, it won't be worse than now, but what if you win?" Wang Xinmin took out his cigarette again.

Liu Chunlai took out Hongtashan from his pocket and said, "Let's smoke this."

After the two of them ordered it, he also took one.
Chapter completed!
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