At this time, I have already gone to work, and it is said that the factory should be busy, but the workers who come and go are particularly leisurely.
In fact, at this time, the state-owned enterprises have begun to go downhill, and the rural workers are actually the same, but at this time, the factory is the real worker in charge, even if you are the leader, if there is no major matter, it is basically impossible to fire a worker.
Things like absenteeism and tardiness, needless to say, are punished, but it is impossible to criticize two sentences, and it is of course even more impossible to deduct money, and the deducted workers can play with you.
When I entered the factory building, I heard the sound of chatting in some offices, and from time to time there was the sound of laughter, 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 saw doctors when they were sick.
A larger factory is actually like a small kingdom, and many people are closely related to the factory from birth to death.
However, the older generation of people pay attention to dedication and have the spirit of hardship and hard work, but with the development of the times, it is useless to talk about spirit and dedication.
"Bang bang." Jiang Xiaobai knocked on the door of the head of the sales section.
"Come in." A deep voice sounded from within, and it sounded like the owner of the voice should not be very old.
Jiang Xiaobai pushed the door and entered, and saw a man in a blue overalls sitting behind a desk, writing and drawing, I don't know what he was busy with, and when he saw Jiang Xiaobai, they just raised their heads and glanced at them and continued to be busy with themselves.
"Comrades, do you have anything to do?" Song Weiguo asked without raising his head.
"That's right, we want to buy some cans in glass bottles." Jiang Xiaobai said.
Hearing this, Song Weiguo put down his pen, raised his head and looked at Jiang Xiaobai and asked, "Come and sit down, which canning factory are you from?" As he spoke, he shouted out of the door, "Xiao Liu, come and make a pot of tea." "
Jiang Xiaobai watched the change in Song Weiguo's attitude, didn't squeak, and waited until he had made tea before he spoke: "We are not from a cannery. "
"It's not from a cannery, so what do you say you're buying glass bottles for? Who the hell are you? The expression on Song Weiguo's face was slightly gloomy.
"We are from the Jianhua Brigade of Shangma Commune, and the yellow peaches on the mountain are ripe this year, and we are going to buy some glass bottles to make canned yellow peaches." Jiang Xiaobai didn't dare to say that he wanted to sell it as canned food.
"Okay, hurry back, we are a glass factory, you can go to the supply and marketing cooperatives to see if there are any glasses you want." As soon as Song Weiguo heard Jiang Xiaobai's words, he waved his hand and prepared to drive people away.
A bottle from a village to buy canned food, actually came to the glass factory, really ignorant, do you want a few bottles, I will give you a separate make, our glass factory is regarded as a small workshop.
"We want a lot of peaches, there are a lot of yellow peaches on the mountain this year..." Jiang Xiaobai understood what Song Weiguo meant, and tried hard to explain, but Song Weiguo interrupted before he finished speaking.
"A few comrades, you better go back and go to the supply and marketing cooperative." Song Weiguo waved his hand casually, and sat back at the back of the desk, Jiang Xiaobai's words made him think that he had no knowledge, 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 on Song Weiguo's face, and a look of contempt for people, and a trace of anger appeared on their faces, which just made Jiang Xiaobai glare, and continued to sit obediently.
"You don't know how miserable our countryside is, our countryside is poor, unlike you state-owned factories, we are starving when we are young and yellow this year, and the village is about to starve to death...
Jiang Xiaobai lowered his head slightly, and when he raised his head again, his eyes were already red, in fact, he didn't want to sell miserably, but at this time, doing business with a state-owned factory is like this, people don't like to make money, what can you do?
"You little comrade, what are you doing here? Didn't I tell you? If you go to the supply and marketing cooperative, there are those who sell glass bottles. Song Weiguo looked at Jiang Xiaobai like this, said with a hint of helplessness on his face, and put down the pen he had just picked up in his hand.
"Really, we don't want to trouble you, but if the yellow peaches on the mountain are not canned, they can't be preserved at all, and when it comes to winter, we will be ...," Jiang Xiaobai continued.
"This little comrade, it's not that I don't help you, our factory is making door and window glass, and if you want to fire glass bottles, you need to make another production line and special molds, and I really can't help you if you want too little."
"How many do you need to order before you can make a can?" Jiang Xiaobai didn't continue to complain, and the words were all over the place.
It's useless to cry anymore, as long as you have the heart to help, then if the conditions are negotiated.
"At least 10,000 glass bottles, we can fire, one counts as two cents, that is to say, it costs 2,000 yuan, can you take it?"
Song Weiguo said casually, if two thousand yuan is placed in the future generations, it is really nothing, but if it is placed now, it is really a huge amount of money.
"Huh." Jiang Xiaobai laughed dryly, what else could he say.
"Can you do it less, like ...?"
"Like how many? 8000 pcs? Song Weiguo asked.
"A thousand lines? We will definitely ask for more goods in the future..." Jiang Xiaobai asked tentatively, in fact, the 100 yuan he brought with him was only enough to buy 500 cans and bottles, but he was embarrassed to pay so much in one go.
"Yes, Section Chief Song, don't worry, we will mobilize people from other villages to pickle canned yellow peaches when we go back, and we will definitely be able to eat your leftovers." Wang Xiaojun also hurriedly spoke.
"Alright, comrade, go back first. I still have a few things to do here. With that, Song Weiguo went out with his bag in his hand, leaving Jiang Xiaobai and the three of them looking at each other in the house.
"Little white brother, let's go back, it's no fun to see this." Wang Xiaojun said.
"Well, let's go first, and then think of other ways." Jiang Xiaobai nodded, and when the three of them went out of the factory to open the door of the glass factory, Old Man Wang came out of the window and looked at the three of them and asked, "What's the matter?" Didn't get it done? "
"Well, Uncle Wang, let's go first." Jiang Xiaobai nodded and said.
"What's going on? Shouldn't it, the sales of glass products in the factory are sluggish? How could Xiao Song push the door-to-door deal? "
The old Wang Tou came out of the gatehouse, looked at Jiang Xiaobai curiously, and asked.
"Go in and say." Jiang Xiaobai looked at the old king's head and rolled his eyes and entered the gatehouse.