"Alas..." Deputy Factory Director Jiang was sitting in his yard with a bottle of wine and a plate of peanuts, drinking wine with a sad face. The family didn't know what happened, and didn't dare to ask more questions, so they could only watch.
The old man kept sighing.
"Old Jiang, Old Jiang..." Someone came uninvited outside the door and shouted as soon as he saw him: "Old Jiang, why are you drinking in the broad daylight? You are alone, how boring."
When Deputy Factory Manager Jiang saw the person, he sneered and joked: "Chairman Ma, you old guy is unreasonable. Maybe the smell of my wine aroused your greed, so you came here to drink on purpose."
"Hahaha..." The visitor sat down carelessly, found a cup for himself and took a drink. He breathed a long sigh of relief and said with a smile: "I was afraid that you would be bored, so I came to talk to you to prevent you from getting Alzheimer's disease.
If I want to drink, why should I come to your place? My factory has a warehouse full of wine, which is enough for a bath."
Deputy Director Jiang sneered again, "The bad wine in your factory is really only for ghosts to drink, so it can only be used for bathing."
The visitor was not annoyed at being laughed at. He grabbed his chopsticks and drank and ate his food with a smile. After feeling refreshed, he asked, "I just met your son on the road. He said that you, an old man, have been depressed at home for a day or two. What happened?"
"Alas..." Deputy Director Jiang was also holding back. After hesitating for a while, he lowered his voice and said, "People found out about me making those cigarettes."
"The Industrial and Commercial Bureau came to visit?" The visitor immediately guessed.
Deputy Director Jiang shook his head, "The industrial and commercial companies didn't come to us, but another company came. As soon as I asked for 300,000 yuan, they took away the cigarettes I had made."
"This is a good thing." The visitor patted his thigh and said with a smile: "Those rotten leaves you made can be sold for three hundred thousand yuan. What else do you have to worry about?"
Deputy Director Jiang leaned back on his chair, lit a cigarette and took a few puffs before saying quietly: "But then they placed another order, and they asked for 10,000 boxes."
Bang, bang, bang, the wine glass fell to the ground...
The visitor stared at Deputy Director Jiang with wide eyes, and said in a tone of envy and hatred: "You old guy, are you waiting for me here? You must be deliberately trying to make me angry! It's just your rotten factory,
If you can get an order of 10,000 boxes, you're pretty cool! If you continue to do this business, maybe your factory can survive again."
But Deputy Director Jiang still sighed and lowered his voice again and said: "That company's requirements are weird. It doesn't want good products, it doesn't want a brand, it doesn't even want packaging, it just wants to be cheap. The price is also extremely low, one hundred boxes.
It’s only 300,000 yuan, are you forcing me to take the wrong path?”
"One hundred boxes is worth 300,000, and ten thousand boxes is worth 30,000,000. With your factory in such a shabby state now, do you still have to choose? Or is it because you have a conscience attack and have to push this order away?" the visitor said with a look on his face.
His gossipy expression said, "No, you, Chiang Kai-shek, have done a lot of bad things, and you don't lack this one."
Deputy Factory Director Jiang's face suddenly became unnatural, and he hesitated for a long time before saying: "Don't I also think about the old and young men in the factory? We all have to make some money to live, and besides, I don't do any of those dirty things.
If there is something wrong, I will send people to other tobacco factories to buy some poor quality tobacco leaves..."
The words were interrupted, and the person who came said decisively: "Pull him down! I don't know your methods yet? You must have gone to other factories to give away the defective products that others can't buy and want to destroy.
You bought it. If you talk about low-quality tobacco leaves, you will be fooled by an amateur."
Deputy Factory Elder Jiang blushed, and Nuonuo said: "Aren't I also worried that something might happen to the acquired company? You must know that our country has a tobacco and alcohol monopoly, and it is illegal for me to deal with those three-no products!
But that company is also strange, it specializes in scrap collection."
As soon as he said 'waste collection', the person called 'Chairman Ma' immediately asked: "Is it a company called 'Waste Land Trading'?"
Deputy Director Jiang immediately exclaimed, "Hey... how did you know? Is there any inside story about this company? Don't hide any information from me."
Chairman Ma continued to ask: "Do you want cash in hand and pay in one lump sum?"
"Yes, this company pays very quickly. As long as there is no problem with the inspection, the money will be paid immediately. After so many years of doing business, this is the first time I have seen such a smooth transaction." Deputy Director Jiang was very happy about this.
"You fucking lackey are so lucky!" Chairman Ma slapped the table and shouted with a red face: "This company is quite famous now. It buys all kinds of waste materials everywhere! You know the Red Star who makes locomotives?
Is it a machinery factory? It has been bankrupt for many years. Two months ago, it sold the junk in the factory for tens of millions, and it was all eaten up by this 'Wasteland Trading' company.
It is said that this company has spent hundreds of millions of dollars collecting scraps in the past two or three months, and it has all kinds of things, including old clothes, broken bicycles, and no one believes it. How many people want to get involved with this company now?
What’s the relationship? You’re still sighing here, you’re a ghost!”
"We have collected hundreds of millions of dollars for waste collection. Is this true about relationships? Does this mean that this company should have some background?" Deputy Director Jiang looked confused, and then said happily: "I can rest assured and be bold.
Do you want to continue this business? That’s incredible. In fact, it takes a lot of time for me to collect those defective products, but the profit is still pretty good.”
"That goes without saying." This time, the chairman of the board of directors sighed, and threw peanuts into his mouth, while saying: "I was thinking about whether they should buy the winery or sell my mess.
I have the title of chairman, but now I am laughed at as 'a horse is ignorant'. It's hard for me too!"
Maybe he had some confidence in his own mind, but seeing his friend's lonely face, Deputy Director Jiang said quietly: "The business of 'Wasteland Trading' once said to me, asking, 'Where can I find something that is cheap but of acceptable quality?
's liquor'."
Bang..., Chairman Ma dropped the chopsticks he was using to pick up the food. He was stunned for a long time with his mouth wide open, and almost roared: "Lao Jiang, do I have any grudge against you? Why didn't you tell me this kind of thing earlier?
I?"
"Aren't I worried about myself? How dare I say anything casually?" Deputy Director Jiang looked innocent.
Chairman Ma said anxiously: "When it comes to cheapness, the wine in my warehouse is absolutely cheap! I get a headache when I see those wine bottles. As long as someone gives me money, I will immediately clear the warehouse and sell them."
"Isn't your wine of poor quality?" Deputy Director Jiang also complained, "Don't drink it to death and cause a lawsuit."
"You are talking nonsense. Don't talk nonsense if you don't understand." Chairman Ma seemed to be greatly insulted. "My wine is just blended wine, but it is also blended with edible alcohol and flavorings and saccharin. It is the same as the harmful product made with industrial alcohol.
They are two different things. All the cheap wines on the market now are of this type."
After scolding, Chairman Ma took Deputy Factory Director Jiang's hand and begged: "Brother, you can't make money on your own and forget about me as a brother! There are hundreds of workers in my factory waiting for the rice to be cooked.
, it would be a great virtue if you help me talk to the people from the 'Wasteland Trade'."