The big era starts in 1983

Chapter 709 A Pair of Chopsticks and Two Cents
Zhao Tiechui talked about the significance of setting standards.

Yu Fengqing wrote it down: "I'm going to check the relevant information on this point. It seems that this is a very great thing."

After finishing speaking, Yu Fengqing said again: "I'm going to find Team Leader Meng. If I always try to persuade him, it's all for work. I can't lose my temper like a child. It's inappropriate."

"Go ahead, he's an idiot, he will suffer in the future. The Ministry of Industry and Light needs at least two main groups, ten auxiliary groups, and how many sub-groups depends on the situation. He can't see through this, his There is no head in the hard days. By the way, by the way, Xiaobai is going to produce some messy things again."

Yu Fengqing also smiled: "Okay, I'll go and have a look."

Zhao Tiechui pointed to the main building: "Trust me, Meng Feifei must have gone to find Director Fu."

"I gonna go see."

That's right, Meng Feifei is really here with Fu Qiang.

Fu Qiang, holding the 30-year-old enamel tea mug, happily watched Meng Feifei get angry.

"Director Fu, there is no way to do things like this. There are so many people in our three groups to be in charge of the work related to clothing. Last time, what kind of cat clothes are going to be produced. , I endured it again. What is he going to do now, let us make chopsticks, and a pair costs two cents."

Meng Feifei yelled for a long time: "Director Fu, this is not appropriate. We are professionals and we are quite proficient in weaving. This kind of messy thing wastes a lot of our manpower. What's more, a pair of chopsticks costs two cents. How much you earn is purely an idea.”

Fu Qiang pointed at Meng Feifei's back.

Meng Feifei turned around and saw Bai Hao leaning against the door frame with a smile on his face, biting a cigarette.

"Hmph!" Meng Feifei didn't want to talk to Bai Hao.

At this time, Yu Fengqing also arrived, ready to step forward to persuade him.

In her opinion, it's all about work.

Bai Hao stretched out his hand to block it, motioning for himself to come.

Bai Hao walked to the small blackboard in Fu Qiang's office and wrote down a number.

"Little Japanese, on average, each person consumes 200 pairs of disposable chopsticks per year, which is [-] billion pairs in a year. What are disposable chopsticks? Are they really made of good wood? Is the cost enough? So, the leftovers are used. , and fast-growing poplar. But this kind is not very valuable. Bamboo, more delicate, three or three five, this kind of business is calculated."

Although Meng Feifei gave birth, he also listened.

Bai Hao continued: "What is bamboo? Bamboo is grass."

"In a more technical term, bamboo is called a tall tree-like grass plant. It just has a wooden trunk."

Bamboo is grass.

No one will refute this because it is knowledge.

"Bazhou, I don't have time to go. I heard that there are so many bamboos in Bazhou that they can't be used as firewood. If a village buys a set of machines, it will produce [-] million pairs of disposable bamboo chopsticks a year. What is the output value? How many people can be driven to become rich.”

"I can't do it."

Professionals are here.

Ma Daqiang came to ask Fu Qiang to sign, and when he heard Bai Hao's statement, he directly refuted it.

"What can't be done?"

Ma Daqiang replied: "I can understand the general principle of the machine you mentioned. Let the Ninth Factory arrange for people to redesign it. Eighty thousand pairs a day is the limit. You can't build such a small-scale village-level machine too big. According to such a large Looking at the room, it is impossible to exceed [-] pairs, so [-] million a year is impossible."

shit.

Bai Hao didn't expect to say this.

"I'm just making a metaphor."

Meng Feifei went straight up: "It's not that big a metaphor. The scale of the bamboo garden, the annual output of bamboo around the village, and the total amount of chopsticks produced and transported, it is impossible for a village to have 800 million. Calculated based on a radius of three kilometers, [-] Wanshuang is the economic balance point, and if it is farther away, it will require high raw material transportation costs."

"Well, there are 500 million pairs of disposable chopsticks in a village, every year. A pair costs three cents, um, 15 operating income, and 2 yuan in profit."

Meng Feifan grabbed a pile of draft paper on the table and threw it at Bai Hao.

Then cursed: "Bastard, you bastard."

After finishing speaking, he walked out and said as he walked: "I want to go back and do some research, and I need to do a field trip in Bazhou, asshole, asshole."

Meng Feifei knew that this was a good job.

Gross profit is higher than expected, because the bamboo garden belongs to the village, and bamboo can be said to have no cost.

If you don’t cut it down, it will continue to grow next year.

That's really the case, bamboo is grass.

Bai Hao shouted again: "By the way, there is also bamboo charcoal. It's also a good business, really."

"Don't bother me." Meng Feifei walked away without looking back.

Yu Fengqing quickly chased after her.

Right at the entrance of the main office building, Yu Fengqing said: "I have talked with Team Leader Zhao, and I feel that your problem is..."

Actually, needless to say, one sentence awakened Meng Feifei.

When Meng Feifei was striding towards his office, Bai Hao trotted after him, and quietly handed Meng Feifei a black bean.

Meng Feifei was about to refuse, but Bai Hao said in a low voice: "Deputy Chief Yang is soft-hearted, if it were me, I would cry to her. This thing is a treasure, scrape some powder under the skin of saponins, and inhale it into the nose little by little, I guarantee you can I can't stop crying for half an hour. I don't want to cry."

"Also, you can yell at me, yell at me hard. We're in the same company, really."

A few minutes later, Meng Feifei returned to the office.

Looking at the saponins given by Bai Hao.

Meng Feifei hesitated for a moment.According to what Bai Hao said, I shaved a little...

In an instant, the tears couldn't stop flowing down.

With tears and snot in his nose, he began to cry to his superior: "Vice Chief Yang, we are suffering too much. Seven of our team members are hungry and have stomach problems, and there is no time to eat. You don't know, Bai Hao This bastard wants to accept all kinds of business, a few days ago it made a cat's nest, and a few days ago it wanted to make clothes for the cat."

"We are in charge of clothing for everyone, and we don't have extra people to take care of these messy things."

"You don't know what kind of disposable chopsticks he made. He sells 200 billion pairs to Washima a year, 200 billion pairs. How much bamboo does it need to cut? We are exhausted and can't finish it."

"Ninth Factory, Bai Hao is a little black-hearted guy. He treats us all like donkeys, with baskets on our heads, and goes around the mill in black and white. The mill can never finish. I never , and the people I brought with me, we never took a holiday, we never left work before nine o'clock at night."

"You don't know. In the beginning, the cafeteria delivered food every day. The food was very good. We were very grateful. But after a long time, we realized that Bai Hao, a black-hearted guy, just saved us the time of going to the cafeteria. When walking, he can't see that we are a little free."

"The matter of Renrenyi has just been sorted out, and I don't know how much work has been piled up."

"he……

(End of this chapter)