How did the gossip about the optical film reach Uncle Ding’s ears?

Lin Yue thought about it for a moment and realized that he most likely heard about it when he went to Zhou's house to deliver something to Zheng Juan.

Although he went back last year in the month when his child was born, he sent a lot of things to the Northeast this year. However, he did not send them to Lao Zhou's house, but to a hotel, and asked Uncle Ding to deliver them there, so that he could take advantage of the opportunity.

After visiting the two girls, he didn’t want Chunyan’s cousin to think too much. After all, people’s hearts are so different from each other. God knows if the other party would ask for a salary increase if they knew he made a lot of money. Although he didn’t care about the money, he took the initiative to give it to the girl.

Asking for it, the mood is different.

"Yes, it's true."

"Oops." Uncle Ding originally thought that he had taken a leave of absence from school and came here to work. After earning money, he could go back to study. Unexpectedly, things were worse. He was expelled and naturally could not continue his studies: "What a pity, what a pity."

"What a pity." Lin Yue said: "Isn't it just a diploma from Tsinghua University?"

"Looking at what you said, that's something that many people dream about."

"Don't worry. Just as the people in the Tsinghua Academic Affairs Office expelled me, they will invite me back in the future."

Uncle Ding twitched the corners of his mouth twice and looked at him as if he was saying nonsense and would be struck by lightning.

Anyway, I just don’t believe what he said.

Lin Yue didn't bother to explain the problem to him, so he opened the passenger door of the Audi car on the roadside, threw the bag in, and then opened the rear compartment door: "Be careful, don't hit your head."

Uncle Ding did not sit in, but walked around the car for a while: "Yours?"

"if not?"

"Have you already bought a car?"

"This is a standard part of doing business. Is it possible to ride a bicycle to negotiate business with the bosses in HK?"

Uncle Ding nodded with understanding. When he gave the decoration drawings of Jishan Hall, he said that packaging is another form of advertising. The most feared thing about any product or service is that it is not recognizable.

I couldn't understand the meaning of this sentence at the time, but now I understand it more or less.

"Uncle Ding, get in the car."

"oh."

Uncle Ding suddenly came to his senses. He grabbed the door frame and carefully got into the car. He touched here and looked there with a look of surprise on his face. A rural person usually only rides tractors. Motorcycles are rare things. Speaking of cars, they are rare.

It’s not that I have never sat in it, but only twice, it was a diesel-burning Jeep. The seats were so hard that my bones would fall apart after sitting on a rough road for half an hour.

"Let's go."

He reminded Uncle Ding, started the engine, put the car into gear and left.

…

First, they went to a nearby restaurant to order some dishes, and the two of them had a meal. In Lin Yue's words, they didn't enjoy drinking at noon. They waited until evening. In the evening, they called a few young people who Uncle Ding sent before and gave them a good meal.

He takes the wind and washes away the dust.

At 2 o'clock in the afternoon, Lin Yue drove his car to the gate of a clothing factory. The forty-year-old doorman looked at the license plate, walked over and opened the gate, and shouted flatteringly, Mr. Zhou, "You are back."

Lin Yue nodded very kindly and drove into the clothing factory.

The two got off the car. Uncle Ding looked back at the cabin at the door: "What did he call you just now? Mr. Zhou? Are you... the boss of this clothing factory?"

Watching the workers in blue work clothes at the front door of the warehouse loading large cartons onto trucks, he was really convinced. Zhou Bingkun came to the south at the end of 1978, and now in the summer of 1980, in just one and a half years, it was built

A clothing factory?

Although the scale is not comparable to that of state-owned garment factories in the Northeast, you can guess how effective it is just by looking at the busyness of the workers in the factory.

"The factory is a joint venture with people from HK. He has more shares than I do, but because the other party still has business in HK, he rarely comes here. Director Yang and I are in charge, so... you don't even call me boss.

Wrong." Lin Yue explained, nodded to the two workers walking by, and took him into the sewing workshop.

The clicking sound of the needle movement of the sewing machine was continuous, and the entire workshop was shrouded in industrial noise.

Young female workers in work clothes were immersed in their work, completely unaware that their boss was bringing fellow workers to the workshop for inspection.

Uncle Ding looked at the young faces and couldn't help but sigh: "Look at how hard they work."

This is the truth, the truth.

In the Northeast, how many people in the factory don't want to fish in troubled waters? Anyway, if you do more or do less, the money will be yours. Furthermore, if you work more and others work less, the result will be the same, and even the one who does less will get the same salary because of his seniority and

Because of relationships, people get promotion opportunities. Over time, people who work hard will naturally become mentally unbalanced.

Lin Yue picked up a semi-finished product, touched it, stretched it, checked the threads again, and nodded with satisfaction.

"We work on a piece-rate basis here. The more you work, the more you get. These children from rural areas have suffered a lot in the past. Now that they have the opportunity to improve their lives by their own abilities, of course they will work hard."

"Piecework?"

"Yes, it's calculated on a piece-by-piece basis."

Uncle Ding thought that he was the first of his kind when he asked Jishan Hall to implement a waiter scoring system. The person with the highest score at the end of the month would receive a bonus in addition to the collective commission award. He did not expect that the clothing factory's system would be even more radical.

"Bingkun, you are amazing, how many people can you feed?"

"It's just mutual benefit." Lin Yue pointed outside: "Let's go, it's too noisy here and it affects the conversation. I'll take you to another place."

The two of them came out of the workshop and walked to the Audi parking space.

Lin Yue said as he walked: "What did we export in the past? Industrial raw materials such as gray cloth and aluminum ingots have very low added value. They would be passed around in other people's factories and sold back to us. They would be replaced by other products.

Money has been taken away from us, and now the situation is improving. Whether it is workers' wages or industrial raw materials, the production costs are much lower than those in Europe and the United States. As long as we seize the opportunity and sell abroad, the profits will be very considerable."

Selling abroad?

For Uncle Ding, who has lived in the planned economy for more than 20 years, this has a huge impact, because although he is a farmer, he is much smarter than those rural people who still think about earning work points.

What is foreign money? U.S. dollars and British pounds are popular commodities that can be exchanged for many old people. In this era, if there are no foreign exchange coupons, it is unthinkable.

"Uncle Ding, why are you standing there? Get in the car and I'll take you to meet some acquaintances."

Uncle Ding had not yet tasted the taste, so he got into the trunk of the car in a fog, and let Lin Yue pull him away from the garment factory and drive further away.

In about ten minutes, the car drove into a park under construction. To the east there was still a land overgrown with weeds. Farther away there was a reed swamp where migratory birds inhabited. Beyond that was a sandbank. When the wind blew, you could smell the unique characteristics of the sea water.

The salty smell.

Inside the park, various construction workers and engineering vehicles are busy constructing. The most eye-catching ones are the scattered tower cranes. Some buildings have already built frames, but they are not too high. On the top of some steel structure factories,

The welder is working with a welding gun, and dazzling flames burst out from time to time. The open space below is a world of steel bars, sandbags, and concrete. From time to time, dusty workers wearing safety helmets and gloves can be seen pushing trolleys through the construction site...

It was really a lively scene.

Lin Yue parked the car and took him into the largest construction site in the middle of the park. There was only a plaque of the contractor at the door, and he couldn't tell what kind of factory it was.

"Mr. Zhou."

"Mr. Zhou, you are here."

"..."

Several people wearing red safety helmets and holding blueprints stopped to say hello to Lin Yue.

He smiled and nodded in response.

"Uncle Ding, look who that is."

Uncle Ding looked along his direction and saw a man in his early thirties on the foundation in front of him directing workers to fix building materials to the hooks of the tower crane.

"Peace?"

After looking carefully for a while, Uncle Ding was convinced that he was right. The man with a towel hanging on his shoulder was his nephew Ding Heping.

Six months ago, Zhou Bingkun asked him for a group of people, including Ding Heping. No wonder he was not among the people who picked him up. He was so busy.

"Bingkun...this...isn't it also your factory?"

"It's similar to a clothing factory. It's a joint venture with Hong Kong businessmen."

Uncle Ding looked at him with a look of shock... It could also be said that he was shocked. The land in front of him was as big as seven or eight garment factories. How much money would have to be invested in it?

"Why do we have to find people from Hong Kong to jointly set up a company? Is it because we don't have enough money?"

Lin Yue took him to a shady place: "This... it's too complicated to talk about. You just need to know that this is beneficial to corporate taxation and technology introduction."

Listening to his answer, Uncle Ding really felt that he was a frog in the well.
Chapter completed!