"Section Chief..."

Wei Xuejun had already thought of the serious consequences, his face turned pale and his hands were shaking slightly. Jiang Dongliang was not much better, with dense beads of sweat oozing out from his forehead in the winter.

"Chief Jiang, it is impossible for you to sell this batch of products in the normal way. You should think of other ways to recover some losses as much as possible."

Seeing the two of them looking lost, Song Yuanchao reminded them with compassion.

"The road is dead, what else can we do..." Jiang Dongliang murmured, he had already thought about the consequences, and out of despair, he deeply hated the decision made by the factory regardless of technology, and just slapped its head on the head.

But what Song Yuanchao said is right. The key now is to sell these products. It doesn't matter if they are sold at the cost, it is better than leaving them in the warehouse as scrap.

"There is no way." Just when Jiang Dongliang and Wei Xuejun were almost desperate, Song Yuanchao said lightly.

As soon as these words came out, Jiang Dongliang was shocked and quickly looked at Song Yuanchao. He saw that Song Yuanchao did not continue speaking but instead smiled at him.

Jiang Dongliang came to his senses and hurriedly continued to take out his cigarette. After taking out his cigarette, he hesitated and put most of the remaining pack of peonies into Song Yuanchao's hand: "Xiao Song... No, no, Brother Song, you think there is a way? What?"

way?"

"Well..." Song Yuanchao hesitated a little, waved his hand and put aside the cigarette that Jiang Dongliang had forced on him, shook his head and said: "Chief Jiang, I can't say much about this, I just think... hey, forget it.

Forget it, how can I, a young man, do something that even you old supply and marketing guys can't handle? Just think of it as nonsense."

Who is Jiang Dongliang?

I entered the factory at the age of 18 and worked in the factory for more than 20 years, step by step from an ordinary worker to a supply and sales clerk, deputy section chief of the supply and marketing section, section chief...

In the supply and marketing industry, dealing with people is a basic skill, and observing people's emotions has long been instinctive. Although Song Yuanchao said that he was talking nonsense and said the wrong thing, Jiang Dongliang didn't think so, because the ability Song Yuanchao showed just now had already surprised him.

, What’s more, Song Yuanchao looked obviously a little annoyed when he refused, and seemed to regret his gaffe. This shows that Song Yuanchao is definitely not talking nonsense, and there is probably a way.

"Brother Song, there is nothing I can do now anyway. A dead horse is treated as a living horse doctor. If you have any ideas, please tell me. Maybe it can be done?"

Jiang Dongliang looked earnest, and Wei Xuejun beside him also came back to his senses at this time: "Yes, yes, brother Song, just tell me whatever comes to mind. As the saying goes, three cobblers are the same as Zhuge Liang, and it doesn't matter if they are wrong.

"

Song Yuanchao hesitated for a moment, thought for a while, spread out his hands and said with shame: "Chief Jiang, Comrade Wei, I just said it casually, but after thinking about it carefully, there is really no good way."

Speaking of this, Song Yuanchao saw their expressions darken and said specifically: "Well, I think it's not easy for you, so let's do this. Just now, Section Chief Jiang said that the casing costs eight yuan per roll, right? I

How about I buy 20 rolls for you personally? Don’t think it’s too little. Although the 160 yuan is not much, it is still considered a part of my heart. Who knows that we are destined to meet today.”

Jiang Dongliang was stunned. He never thought that Song Yuanchao would buy 20 rolls of casing with his own money.

Who was Jiang Dongliang? As soon as he thought about it, he immediately understood what Song Yuanchao meant by saying this.

If Song Yuanchao had nothing to do, why did he propose to help buy 20 rolls of casing with his own money? Isn't Song Yuanchao really happy to help others?

This is simply impossible! Although 160 yuan is not a lot of money, it is not small for ordinary families, but it is several months' salary for ordinary workers. If these bushings are really useless waste, why did Song Yuanchao want to privately

Paying for it? Isn’t this the same as throwing money into the water?

Jiang Dongliang's eyes lit up and he hurriedly took Song Yuanchao's words: "Brother Song, what are you talking about? What can you buy or not buy? I'm very grateful to you for having such a heart. As you just said, we can

It's fate to live in the same house. Since you like these things, let's do this! Brother, I'll make the decision today! I'll give you 20... no! 30 rolls, how about 10 rolls of one color?"

"Send it to me?" Song Yuanchao asked in surprise.

Jiang Dongliang smiled and nodded without hesitation.

Song Yuanchao's expression was serious and he flatly refused: "No, no! Chief Jiang, I am here to help, not to take advantage of you. How can I get it for nothing without paying for it? And it is still 30 volumes, so it costs 240 yuan. This is not

Are you asking me to make a mistake? This is absolutely not okay!”

"How could it be a mistake?" Jiang Dongliang quickly explained: "This product is a waste product. It cannot be sold and it takes up space in the factory. Brother Song is helping our factory solve the problem. Besides, Brother Song helped today.

Our factory is very busy, so it’s appropriate to send you 30 rolls of scrap products.”

"Chief Jiang, you are really eloquent." Song Yuanchao laughed after hearing this, but still shook his head and refused: "No matter what, I can never take advantage of this kind of advantage. Help is help. If you don't pay, I will accept it."

Isn’t this just poaching the public?”

"How is that possible! It's absolutely not what it means!"

For a moment, one of the two wanted to give it away, and the other refused. This back and forth made Wei Xuejun beside him a little confused. He raised his head in confusion and pinched the temples of his glasses, blinking and watching the two people arguing about this matter.

After a while, when Song Yuanchao refused to accept it, Jiang Dongliang had no choice but to propose a compromise plan, that is, Song Yuanchao still offered 160 yuan, but Jiang Dongliang sold him 90 rolls of casing, counting each roll of casing.

It’s less than 1.8 yuan.

According to Jiang Dongliang, since this batch of products is already scrap, it is definitely unreasonable to sell them at the original cost. This is only appropriate.

"Um... Section Chief Jiang, aren't you losing money if you sell at this price? It's still not appropriate." Song Yuanchao still hesitated to question.

Jiang Dongliang explained with a smile: "Brother, these are all scrap products. Of course they are sold at the scrap price. How can we calculate the cost? Besides, this is not given to you for free. What's wrong with spending money to buy it?"

Song Yuanchao tilted his head and asked tentatively: "This... Section Chief Jiang, can you issue an invoice?"

Jiang Dongliang felt happy when he heard this, there is a way!

"No problem! Of course there is no problem with invoicing! By the way, our factory can also deliver goods to your door. Brother Song, give me your contact information and I will ask the factory to deliver the goods to you when I get back."

"This won't be too much trouble, right? If it's too much trouble, forget it." Song Yuanchao thought about it but still said embarrassedly.

Jiang Dongliang patted his chest and promised that it would not be troublesome. He had the final say on this small matter. Song Yuanchao immediately refused and finally agreed.

Song Yuanchao gave Jiang Dongliang his phone number in Shanghai and asked him to call him directly after bringing the goods to Shanghai. As for the specific location of Song, Song Yuanchao would tell him later.

Jiang Dongliang's head was spinning like a chicken pecking at rice. He took out a small notebook and wrote it down carefully. Then he assured Song Yuanchao that he would go back to the factory tomorrow to make arrangements, and that the things would arrive in Shanghai in two days at most.

After saying this, Song Yuanchao and Jiang Dongliang stopped talking about the solution to the product problem. Seeing that it was getting late and they had to take the train back to Shanghai tomorrow, Song Yuanchao and Jiang Dongliang said hello and got into the room.

After getting into bed, he went to sleep first. After a while, Song Yuanchao's sound of deep sleep could be heard softly.

As for Jiang Dongliang, he also wiped away his sadness and went to bed to rest peacefully.

On the contrary, Wei Xuejun, who had never understood it, was still thinking about the problem of the product while lying in bed. He tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep. He waited until the early morning of the next day and finally fell asleep. When he woke up, Song Yuanchao was already there.
Chapter completed!