It was already time to go to work. Normally, the factory should be busy, but the workers coming and going seemed particularly leisurely.

In fact, the state-owned enterprises at this time have begun to decline. They are actually the same as those in rural areas. But at this time, the workers are the real masters of the factory. Even if you, as a leader, want to fire a worker if there is nothing major,

Basically impossible.

For things like absenteeism and lateness, let alone punishment, it is impossible to even criticize. Of course, it is even more impossible to deduct money. Workers who deduct money can fight with your life.

After entering the factory building, he heard the sounds of chatting in some offices, and from time to time the sound of laughter could be heard. Jiang Xiaobai shook his head helplessly.

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

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

But the older generation pays attention to dedication and the spirit of hard work and hard work. However, with the development of the times, it is useless to only talk about spirit and dedication.

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

"Come in." A deep voice sounded from inside. It sounded like the owner of the voice was not very old.

Jiang Xiaobai pushed the door open and saw a man wearing blue overalls sitting behind a desk. He was writing and drawing and didn't know what he was busy with. When he saw Jiang Xiaobai and the others come in, he just raised his head and glanced at it, then continued busy with himself.

Yes.

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

"Comrades, what's the matter with you?" Song Weiguo asked without raising his head.

"That's it, Chief Song, we want to buy some glass bottles and cans," Jiang Xiaobai said.

After hearing this, Song Weiguo put down his pen, raised his head, looked at Jiang Xiaobai and asked, "Come sit down, which cannery are you from?" Then he called out the door, "Xiao Liu, come and make a pot of tea."

Jiang Xiaobai watched Song Weiguo's change in attitude and remained silent. After making tea, he said, "We are not from a cannery."

"You're not from a cannery, so why are you buying glass bottles? Who are you?" The expression on Song Weiguo's face turned slightly gloomy.

"We are from the Jianhua Brigade of Shangma Commune. The yellow peaches on the mountain have matured this year. We are going to buy some glass bottles to make canned yellow peaches." Jiang Xiaobai did not dare to say that he wanted to make canned food and sell it.

"Okay, go back quickly. We are a glass factory. You can go to the supply and marketing cooperative to see if the glass you want is available." As soon as Song Weiguo heard Jiang Xiaobai's words, he waved his hand and prepared to drive people away.

A person from a village comes to a glass factory to buy bottles for canning. He is really ignorant. If you want a few bottles, why should I make them for you alone? You are treating our glass factory as a small workshop.

"Chief Song, we want a large quantity. There are a lot of yellow peaches on the mountain this year..." Jiang Xiaobai understood what Song Weiguo meant and tried to explain, but Song Weiguo interrupted him before he could finish his words.

"Comrades, you should go back and go to the supply and marketing cooperative." Song Weiguo waved his hand casually and sat back behind the desk. Jiang Xiaobai's words made him think he had no knowledge. There were a lot of yellow peaches, made into cans.

Buy glass bottles, how many can you buy?

Wang Xiaojun and Liu Aiguo looked at the indifferent expression and look of contempt on Song Weiguo's face, with a hint of anger on their faces, but Jiang Xiaobai glared at them and continued to sit obediently.

"Chief Song, you don't know how miserable our rural areas are. Our rural areas are poor. Unlike your big state-owned factories, we suffered from hunger during the lean period this year. People in the village are starving to death. We

There has been no man in the Jianhua Brigade who has been able to marry a wife for several years, and no one is willing to marry..."

Jiang Xiaobai lowered his head slightly, and when he raised his head again, his eyes were red. In fact, he didn't want to suffer misfortune, but this is how it is when doing business with state-owned factories. People don't like to make money when they have money. What can you do?

"You little comrade, what are you doing? Didn't I tell you? Go to the supply and marketing cooperative, there are people selling glass bottles." Song Weiguo looked at Jiang Xiaobai like this and said with a hint of helplessness on his face, holding in his hand

I also put down the pen I just picked up.

"Chief Song, we really don't want to trouble you, but if the yellow peaches on the mountain are not canned, we won't be able to preserve them. When winter comes, we will..." Jiang Xiaobai continued.

"Little comrade, it's not that I won't help you. Our factory makes door and window glass. If you want to make glass bottles, you need to build a separate production line and special molds. The quantity you want is too small, so I really can't help you.

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"How many do you need to order before you can make cans?" Jiang Xiaobai stopped complaining, and this was the point.

There is no point in crying and complaining, as long as you are willing to help, then it will be fine if the conditions are negotiated.

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

Song Weiguo said casually that two thousand yuan would be nothing in future generations, but it would be a huge sum of money now.

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

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

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

"Is one thousand okay? We will definitely need more goods later..." Jiang Xiaobai asked tentatively. In fact, the 100 yuan he brought was only enough to buy 500 cans and bottles, but he was not embarrassed to pay back so many in one go.

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"Yes, don't worry, Chief Song. When we get back, we will mobilize people from other villages to pickle canned yellow peaches. We will definitely be able to eat the rest of your goods." Wang Xiaojun also said quickly.

"Okay, comrade, you go back first. I still have some things to do here." With that, Song Weiguo took his bag and went out, leaving Jiang Xiaobai and the other three looking at each other in the room.

"Brother Xiaobai, let's go back, it won't work like this." Wang Xiaojun said.

"Well, let's go first and then think of other ways." Jiang Xiaobai nodded. When the three of them left the factory and exited the glass factory gate, Old Man Wang poked his head out of the window and looked at the three of them and asked, "What's wrong?

Really? The thing didn’t get done?”

"Well, Uncle 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 sluggish right now? How could Xiao Song push for door-to-door sales?"

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