Zhou Delu ordered, and there was no need for him to say anything. When the three of them heard the shouting, they rushed out with their meal tickets. After a while, one person came back carefully with a large wooden tray. One tray contained steamed buns and fried dough sticks, and the other tray contained steamed buns and fried dough sticks.
There are seven bowls of millet porridge inside, and the rest are placed on another tray.
"Son, these are yours!"
Liu Donglai placed a steamed bun, a fried dough stick, a bowl of porridge and a bowl of soy milk in front of Liu Lang. Even if his son could eat it, these were enough.
The steamed buns in the bowl are really quite big, one size bigger than an adult's fist. Such a big steamed bun only costs five cents. There are also fried dough sticks, which cost three cents each, a big bowl of millet porridge and a bowl of soy milk.
, although he can eat, he can't eat so much. Besides, how can soy milk and rice porridge be eaten together?
It seems that a few of them bought a little of each and didn't know how to match them.
Liu Lang picked up a steamed bun and ate it. There was no food on the table, so he could only eat fermented bean curd and stinky tofu. This kind of stinky tofu is actually the same as fermented bean curd, just one green and one red. It smells a bit "stinky", but
The taste is very suitable for northerners, and Liu Lang also liked to eat it in his previous life.
However, as soon as Liu Lang finished eating half of the steamed buns, these adults had already eaten almost everything, especially Liu Donglai, who wiped out two steamed buns and one deep-fried dough stick. He drank up the soy milk in one gulp and the remaining bowl of porridge was also at the bottom.
He looked at the fried dough stick in front of Liu Lang, as if he wasn't full yet.
"Dad, one steamed bun and one bowl of porridge is enough for me, you can eat the rest!"
Liu Lang gnawed on the steamed bun and looked at his father and said.
“Son, I’m going out for a while and I don’t know when I’ll be back, but I need to eat more!”
"I can't eat these, so you should eat them!"
Liu Lang really couldn't eat so much.
"Then...well, we can't waste it anyway."
Without saying a word, Liu Donglai picked up the fried dough sticks and ate them all in just four bites. After a while, the bottom of the bowl of porridge was also gone.
After eating so much, Liu Donglai patted his belly: Well, I am finally a little full.
Liu Lang was secretly amused. His father was only thirty years old this year, and he was still a young man. In addition to his heavy workload, his appetite was much larger than when he was thirty. Now this half-full meal is good.
Liu Lang was not in a hurry and ate slowly while looking at the other people eating around him.
Judging from the accent, most of them are from other cities in the same province, but some are from the south. You can tell from the clothes. It is early May and it is getting warmer in the north, but the nights are still a bit cold. Most people from the north are wearing warm clothes.
Long-sleeved clothes made of "Que Liang", while many southerners wear short-sleeved shirts with their arms exposed.
There are also shirts in the north. Most of them are made of cotton and have solid colors, either white or black and blue. But the shirts worn by the southerners are different. They are white at the bottom and embroidered with yellow threads, especially on the left chest.
The word "Tang Dynasty" is embroidered on the pocket with red silk thread. If you wear this shirt and walk on the streets of Fucheng, you will definitely feel like you stand out from the crowd.
"Tangren brand shirts? It seems that the south now has brand awareness, which is much better than the north."
Liu Lang was just touched when he saw these southerners, but a few northerners seemed to be interested in their clothes.
"Comrades, where did you buy this "Sunset Seed"?"
A man with an accent from Lianhai City in Northern Liaoning Province walked up to the southerners and asked.
There are ten prefecture-level cities in northern Liaoning Province, and each city has a different accent. The accent in Fucheng City is closest to Mandarin, while the coastal areas in southern Liaoning have a strong "oyster" flavor, such as in Lianhai City.
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The accent in Lianhai City is very distinctive. When you go home, you don’t call it home, but call home. When you eat, you call it zhaifan. Your daughter is called Gun Ning. When you drink, you call it Chengha wine. Your shirt is called Wanxiazi.
"Wanxiazi?"
The southerners were stunned when they heard what the other party said. They couldn't understand Mandarin, so how could they understand dialects?
"Oops! Sir, what you...are saying...we don't understand!"
A man stood up and struggled to speak what he thought was standard Mandarin. Liu Lang could tell that the other person was probably from the Jiangsu and Zhejiang areas. His tongue was so hard that he couldn't even understand what he spoke in Mandarin.
"Let me ask you where did you buy "Wanxiazi"?"
Brother Lian Hai was a little anxious and asked while pulling the other person's shirt.
This scared the southern elder brother so much that several other companions jumped up and looked at each other in panic. They must have regarded him as a bad guy.
"Guys, guys, you have misunderstood. This comrade is asking you where you bought your shirts?"
Liu Donglai hurriedly walked over to explain to Brother Lian Hai.
"Shirt? Oh, shirt! I understand, I understand!"
Only then did the other party understand.
"Yes, yes, it's "Sunset Seed". I asked where you bought "Sunset Seed"? We also want to buy one."
The eldest brother also shouted "Wanxiazi wanxiazi".
"They even call their shirts Sunset Sunset."
Liu Donglai explained for him again.
"I know, I know!"
The other party waved his hands repeatedly.
"This is not "Sunset". This shirt is produced by our factory. If you want to buy it, I can sell it to you!"
Although the other party's Mandarin was not standard, he spoke very slowly, and the people around him still understood him, and he immediately attracted the attention of a group of people.
"What? Can you sell it to us? How much does one cost?"
There were more than a dozen people nearby who also stopped eating, and they all gathered around him with a "whoop!"
"This shirt is made by Tangren brand produced by our factory. It costs five yuan and fifty cents each. We have thirty pieces in hand now. If you want to buy it, I will register it for everyone!"
Five yuan and a half is not cheap. You must know that "Que Liang" only costs six yuan and a half. One piece can make two shirts and pants for adults, which is less than half of the other person's shirt.
But the people present didn't care anymore, and they all shouted: OK, I'll buy one...!
“I’ll buy two pieces……!”
"Leave one for me...!"
All of a sudden the canteen was boiling.
"Don't crowd, everyone, queue up, you can buy it!"
Those southerners all had smiles on their faces.
These people returned to their place of residence and took out two large boxes, which were full of brand new shirts. Liu Lang's heart suddenly moved when he saw the words on the boxes.
"Haiyan Shirt Factory?"
Why does this name seem familiar?
Suddenly, Liu Lang remembered the contents of a book in his previous life.
This book is about the deeds of some of the earliest enterprises to carry out reforms in the early days of reform and opening up. One of them is a very typical enterprise, which is Haiyan Shirt Factory.
Haiyan Shirt Factory is a state-owned enterprise. After the reform and opening up, the country carried out enterprise reforms in the south and proposed the term contracting system. The so-called contracting refers to the rights of the subordinates. If the management rights of the enterprise are given to individuals, if they do well, they can earn more income.
It is essentially an incentive method.
The Haiyan shirt factory was on the verge of bankruptcy and the employees could not pay their wages. At this time, a deputy director named Bu Niansheng contracted the factory. After he took over, he immediately carried out comprehensive reforms and broke the "big pot" mechanism.
With the spirit of daring to be the first, emancipating the mind, boldly reforming, and implementing a unique set of management methods in the enterprise, the products of this small factory have been sold well in big cities such as SH, BJ, Guangzhou, etc., and it has become a first-class professional shirt factory in the province.
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It must have been in 1984 that the deeds of this young man were published in the People's Daily, calling on enterprises across the country to learn from him. Now it is 1983, and the reputation of Haiyan Shirt Factory is only famous in this province, and it will be famous in a year's time.
The whole country, according to the record in that book, at that time the whole country
Countless heads of state-owned enterprises in the country would visit this small factory to inspect, and many foreign reporters would go to report on it. Bu Niansheng sat in the office every day and talked to guests from all walks of life. He suddenly became a celebrity of the times.
, and also became a trendsetter in reform and opening up.
In his previous life, Liu Lang had done some research on this country's first "well-known enterprise". In his opinion, many of the rules and regulations formulated by Bu Nian were epoch-making.
He put forward the slogan "You get paid as much as you make shirts, no cap on top, no bottom on bottom", which directly broke the restriction of "big pot rice".
He also proposed "If you destroy my brand, I will destroy your job", which is a manifestation of focusing on quality. He also issued an order to all employees to "ask for leave without being paid", which has a hint of modern management.
It can be said that this Haiyan shirt company has the conditions to become a truly big company. However, later, around 1986, due to mistakes in government decision-making, the factory's production capacity was severely overcapacity, and countless clothes were squeezed. In just a few years,
The once glorious company became insolvent and on the verge of bankruptcy, and Bu Niansheng became a scapegoat and was imprisoned.
The reason for this is Bu Niansheng’s personal expansion, but the most fundamental reason lies in the inherent limitations of this kind of state-owned enterprise. Although Bu Niansheng has control of management rights, state-owned enterprises are state-owned after all, and the decision-making power is still in the hands of the government.
You have to do whatever the authorities ask you to do. In 1986, the Haiyan Shirt Factory had issued its scale.
The local government felt that it could be expanded on a large scale, so it immediately launched a production line with an annual output of 300,000 suits, and also started building an office building of nearly 10,000 square meters. This suddenly wiped out all their savings, and at that time, garment factories were everywhere.
, the competitiveness of Haiyan Shirt Factory has been greatly weakened, and it will be over soon if the clothes cannot be sold.
The most important aspect of reform and opening up is the reform of state-owned enterprises, and the most sensitive issue in the reform of state-owned enterprises is the issue of property rights. If the property rights are not clear, there are various uncertainties in this enterprise. Not only did the Haiyan Shirt Factory fail due to this issue,
In the next ten years, many companies have encountered this problem one after another, and even many of them, which were full of hope, ended up with tragic endings.
As a reborn person, Liu Lang, even though he is familiar with the future outcomes of many companies, is still unable to do anything, at least not now. Looking at the current Haiyan shirt factory, it really feels like he is in another world.
Liu Lang's father also bought two shirts, one for his wife and one for his father. The total cost was eleven yuan, which was almost half a month's salary, although he felt a little distressed.
, but wearing it will definitely cause a sensation among the people around you, and your trip to Shencheng is not in vain.
Everyone else also wore one, especially Zhou Delu, who simply put it on and looked around in the mirror, looking left and right, and he liked it very much.
"Director, don't be such a slut, we still have things to do!"
One person said with a smile.
"Yes, yes, let's go to the supply and marketing office and have a look!"
It was an important matter, so the group of people left the guest house in a grand manner, got on the bus and headed to the supply and sales office.