At this time, I was already at work. The factory should be busy, but the workers coming and going all seemed particularly leisurely.

In fact, state-owned enterprises at this time have begun to decline, which is actually the same as working in rural areas. However, at this time, the factory is the real workers in charge. Even if you have nothing big to do as a leader, it is basically impossible to fire a worker.

Things like absenteeism and being late are not necessary to punish, but even if you want to criticize a few words, it is impossible to deduct money. Of course, it is even more impossible to deduct money. The workers who deduct money can have a lifelong life with you.

When he entered the factory building, he heard chatting in some offices, and laughter came from time to time. Jiang Xiaobai shook his head helplessly.

In fact, many people from the older generation still have feelings for state-owned enterprises. They were born in factories, went to school in factories, worked in factories, and were sick in factories.

A larger factory is actually like a small kingdom. Many people are closely related to the factory from birth to death.

However, the older generation emphasizes dedication and has the spirit of hard work and perseverance. However, with the development of the times, it is useless to just talk about spirit and dedication.

"Bang bang bang." Jiang Xiaobai knocked on the door of the head of the sales department.

"Come in." A low voice sounded from inside, and it sounded that the owner of the sound should not be very old.

Jiang Xiaobai pushed the door open and saw a man in blue work clothes sitting behind an office desk, writing and drawing, not knowing what he was busy with. When he saw Jiang Xiaobai and the others coming in, they just looked up and continued to work on themselves.

Jiang Xiaobai didn't care about Section Chief Song's attitude. At this time, the state-owned enterprises were all big brothers, and they were very awesome. To put it bluntly, some factory workers with good efficiency were more popular than government agencies.

"Comrades, are you doing anything?" Song Weiguo asked without raising his head.

"It's like this, Section Chief Song. We want to buy some glass bottles and cans." Jiang Xiaobai said.

Upon hearing this, Song Weiguo put down his pen and looked up at Jiang Xiaobai and asked, "Come on, which cannery are you from?" He said that, and shouted out the door, "Xiao Liu, come and make a pot of tea."

Jiang Xiaobai looked at Song Weiguo's attitude change and said nothing. After making tea, he spoke: "We are not from the cannery factory."

"It's not from the canning factory, so why do you think you are buying glass bottles? Who are you?" Song Weiguo's expression on his face became slightly gloomy.

"We are from Jianhua Brigade of Shangma Commune. This year, the yellow peaches on the mountain are ripe. We are planning to buy some glass bottles to make yellow peaches into cans." Jiang Xiaobai did not dare to say that he wanted to make them into cans.

"Okay, hurry up and go back. We are a glass factory. You can go to the supply and marketing cooperative to see if there is any glass cup you want." When Song Weiguo heard Jiang Xiaobai's words, he waved his hand to prepare to drive out the people.

I came to a village to buy canned bottles, but I actually came to the glass factory. I really have no idea. Do I still make a few bottles for you to make them separately? I regard our glass factory as a small workshop?

"Secretary Song, we want a lot of things. This year, there are a lot of yellow peaches on the mountain..." Jiang Xiaobai understood what Song Weiguo meant and tried hard to explain, but before he finished speaking, Song Weiguo interrupted.

"A few comrades, you might as well go back and go to the supply and marketing cooperative to see." Song Weiguo waved his hand casually and sat back behind the desk. Jiang Xiaobai's words made him think that he had no knowledge. There were so many yellow peaches made into cans and buy glass bottles. How many can you buy?

Wang Xiaojun and Liu Aiguo looked at the indifferent expression on Song Weiguo's face and a look of contempt. A hint of anger appeared on their faces, which made Jiang Xiaobai glar at him and continued to sit obediently.

"Secretary Song, you don't know how hard our countryside is. Our countryside is poor. It's different from you state-owned factories. We were hungry when we were in trouble this year. People were almost starving in the village. It's been several years since our Jianhua Brigade has not been able to marry a wife, and no one is willing to marry him..."

Jiang Xiaobai lowered his head slightly, and his eyes were red when he raised his head again. In fact, he didn't want to sell miserable things, but this is how it was done with a state-owned factory. If he has money, he doesn't like to make money, what can you do?

"You little comrade, what are you doing? Didn't you tell me? You go to the supply and marketing cooperative to see, and there are those who sell glass bottles." Song Weiguo looked at Jiang Xiaobai like this, and said with a hint of helplessness on his face, and he put down the pen he had just picked up in his hand.

"Secretary Song, we really don't want to bother you, but if the yellow peaches on the mountain are not made into cans, they will not be preserved at all. By winter, we will be..." Jiang Xiaobai continued.

"This little comrade, it's not that I won't help you. Our factory makes doors, windows and glass. If you want to burn glass bottles, you need to make another production line and special molds. The amount you want is too small. I really can't help you."

"How many cans do you need to reserve to make canned bottles?" Jiang Xiaobai stopped complaining, and he said that.

It’s useless to cry. As long as you are willing to help, then it’s fine if the conditions are met.

"We can only burn at least 10,000 glass bottles. One is 20 cents, which means it costs 2,000 yuan. Can you take it out?"

Song Weiguo casually said that if two thousand yuan was placed in later generations, it would be nothing, but if it were placed in the present, it would be a huge sum of money.

"Haha." Jiang Xiaobai laughed dryly, what else could he say?

"Can you be less, for example..."

"For example, how many? 8,000?" Song Weiguo asked.

"Is one thousand okay? We will definitely ask for more goods later..." Jiang Xiaobai asked tentatively. In fact, the 100 yuan he brought with him was only enough to buy 500 canned bottles, but he was embarrassed to breathe so much.

"Yes, Chief Song, don't worry. When we go back, we mobilize people from other villages to pickle canned yellow peaches. We will definitely be able to eat the remaining goods you have." Wang Xiaojun also spoke quickly.

"Okay, comrade, you guys go back first. I still have something to do here." As he said that, Song Weiguo went out with his bag, leaving Jiang Xiaobai and the other two looking at each other inside the room.

"Brother Xiaobai, let's go back, it's no chance to see this." Wang Xiaojun said.

"Well, let's go first, and think of other ways." Jiang Xiaobai nodded. When the three of them left the factory and opened the glass factory gate, Old Man Wang poked his head out from the window and looked at the three of them and asked, "What's wrong? This is not done?"

"Well, Mr. Wang, let's go first." Jiang Xiaobai nodded and said.

"What's going on? It shouldn't be. The sales of glass products in the factory are in a downturn now? How could Xiao Song promote the door-to-door transaction?"

Lao Wang came out of the doorman and looked at Jiang Xiaobai and the others curiously and asked.
Chapter completed!