Rebirth of the Non-Mainstream Village Chief

Chapter 100
Can sell 5000 million in the first year?

Does he run a factory?

It's clearly a joke!
Of the nine committee members, five shook their heads and three chuckled.

Lou Huijian slowly exhaled a puff of smoke, and his firm eyes once again passed over everyone's faces.

"But, I believe it!"

Lou Huijian expressed his attitude word by word, and then said:

"Because I expected such a result, I didn't intend to bring this matter to the long-term committee for discussion, and I didn't even attend the office meeting. You may say that Lou Huijian is crazy, but I weighed it over and over again and thought I was worth it."

After taking a puff of cigarettes and a sip of tea, Lou Huijian looked at Geng Gancheng with sincere eyes.

"Secretary Geng, all the senior committee members here, please forgive my headstrongness. In this matter, my only original intention is that I don't want you to accompany me to go crazy... I'm done talking, and comrades are invited to criticize and correct me."

Geng Gancheng was stunned.

He faintly felt that the good opportunity seemed to have quietly turned into a crisis.

Lou Huijian clearly pushed himself into a corner by making such a statement. However, the most terrifying opponent is the one who has no way out. Just like the 36 plan to break the boat, God knows what kind of energy the opponent will burst out in the desperate situation.

It is meaningless to hold on to this matter any longer. The key point of victory or defeat is not on the conference table in front of you, but on whether the factory opened in Gangnan Village can sell 5000 million products in a year.

If he did it, it meant that Lou Huijian won, and he won cleanly, and Geng Gancheng would have no chance of coming back if he won.

If you can't do it, it's a loss. If you lose completely, you will lose no bargaining chips. If you lose, your career will probably come to an abrupt end.

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provincial capital.

Up and down nine.

Hongguang Stationery Factory.

Director Wu, who had been busy all day, finally got a moment of leisure time.

In the past two days, he was almost exhausted like a dog.

Thanks to Director Song's kindness, he personally sponsored him to borrow 5 yuan from Ruiguang Garment Factory.After receiving the money and the deposit of 5000 yuan left by the foreign businessman, Wu Weihua tried his best to get the raw materials needed for 40 pencil cases, and a spot supply of [-] pencil cases in the market.

40 pencil cases in stock, the market price is at most 10 yuan, but the gang of profiteers in the market are quite sensitive, and they unexpectedly raised the price, causing him to spend an extra 2 yuan.

Fortunately, only [-]% of the purchase price needs to be paid, and the remaining [-]% can be settled until the next month.

If this is the case, the funds in his hand will be spent to the bottom.

Fortunately, the raw material suppliers are more righteous. After the previous payment has been settled, this batch of raw materials can still be mortgaged.

As for the printing process, it can only be done with an old face.

In Shangxiajiu Street, most of Director Song's subordinates are factories and stores engaged in the clothing industry, and there is no printing factory, otherwise, a lot of trouble can be saved.

Tired and tired, but very happy in my heart.

When all the 50 pencil cases are delivered, the payment of 22 yuan will be refunded, and the factory will at least keep a profit of 5000 to [-] yuan. With this money, the wages of the workers in the factory will be settled, and they will not have to worry about this matter for at least two years.

With his thoughts moving, Wu Weihua became more and more beautiful as he thought about it, and couldn't help humming a Cantonese opera ditty.

The phone rings.

Wu Weihua grabbed the receiver immediately, and now he no longer worries about money, and his enthusiasm for answering the phone has increased a lot.

The call was made by Director Song.

After procedurally caring about the production progress, Director Song sent an invitation to the dinner to Wu Weihua.His son is in junior high school. In order to get into a good school, he had to rely on connections. Now that his son has successfully entered school, it is time to thank these connections.

What Director Song said on the phone was very pleasant. Wu Weihua's daughter will be studying in junior high school next year. He just took advantage of this dinner to introduce those relationships to Wu Weihua.

Not to mention whether the foreign businessman was invited by Director Song, but the money borrowed from Ruiguang Factory, if no one greeted Director Song and personally guaranteed it, this matter would have no possibility at all.

Therefore, Wu Weihua readily agreed to Director Song's invitation without even slapping him.

It was agreed to meet at 05 o'clock in the evening, and before 30:[-], Wu Weihua closed the door of the office. Just as he arrived at the factory gate, he saw a post office delivery man riding a [-]-bar.

"Hongguang Stationery Factory, there is a telegram, urgent..."

Wu Weihua subconsciously stood still.

When the reception room signed for the telegram, Wu Weihua took a look at it and froze.

The content of the telegram is very concise.

"Due to business adjustments, our company has terminated the contract to order 50 pencil cases from your factory. Details and follow-up issues will be communicated and discussed separately."

This telegram...is it a fake?
Wu Weihua wanted to stop the delivery man, but he opened his mouth, but he couldn't make a sound.

In fact, he understood very well that this telegram could not be a fake, and the post office would only make such a joke with him when it was full.

How to do?
Wu Weihua, who was struck by five thunders, was completely blank at the moment.

The raw materials have already been bought, and there is no reason to return the product if there is no quality problem. It is even more impossible to return the order for the pencil case that is in stock.

He didn't eat the meat, but he owed a whole lot of debt. How can he survive this day.

Seeing Director Wu's appearance like this, the uncle in the reception room hurried forward to show concern.

Wu Weihua finally regained his sanity, smiled wryly, and shook his head: "I'm fine."

No wonder!
Although the uncle in the reception office did not have a diploma, he also went to elementary school and knew hundreds of Chinese characters. He had already seen what was written on the telegram when he signed for it.

Director Wu was tricked.

Hongguang Factory stumbled.

"Let's have a meeting in the house and drink some tea, no matter what, that person has to live, right?" The uncle in the reception room tried to persuade him, and finally got Director Wu into the reception room.

Holding the teacup brought over by the uncle in the reception room, Wu Weihua was stunned for a while, then suddenly felt sour, and couldn't help rolling down two lines of hot tears.

"Uncle Lin, I, Wu Weihua, am incompetent. I, Wu Weihua, am sorry for the workers in the factory..."

Lin Bo didn't say a word, and let Wu Weihua howl to vent.

After all, he was still a man. After a few minutes, Wu Weihua gradually calmed down.

Only then did Lin Bo say: "In my opinion, this is not necessarily a bad thing."

It's not a bad thing, could it be a good thing?
Wu Weihua didn't care to wipe off the tears on his cheeks, and rushed to Lin Bo with his eyes, looking forward to asking for advice.

Lin Bo smiled.

"Lin Bo hasn't studied much, and he doesn't understand any major principles. He only wants to do his job well and get a full salary at some point. So, in Lin Bo's opinion, the Red Light Factory is really better to die sooner. It's better to die early and take care of life..."

Wu Weihua was puzzled and said, "But the factory is down, so how can you get paid when you are old?"

Lin Bo snorted and said, "My daughter-in-law is at the Ruiguang Factory opposite..."

Hearing the words Ruiguang Factory, a bolt of lightning suddenly struck Wu Weihua's mind.

The originally chaotic and dark space suddenly brightened.

It wasn't that he saw the light and the future, but that he suddenly understood the ins and outs of this scam.

It must have been the trick set up by Director Liu of the Ruiguang factory, otherwise, how could he have given Director Song so much face and sent over 5 yuan early the next morning?
Seeing that Director Wu was distracted, Lin Bo coughed twice quickly, and dragged Director Wu back from his confused thoughts.

"You leaders, you always tell us little people to have feelings for the factory, but if you want to talk about feelings, you have to go in the same direction. Director Wu, it's not that Lin Bo took the opportunity to complain to you. You, Director Wu, are a good person. Everyone sees it, but what do other leaders think of our factory?"

Lin Bo looked towards the administrative office building.

"Tell me, how many idlers are there in your small building? Which one was not forced in by the leaders above? Which one was not supported by the workers and masters with their own hard-earned money?"

Wu Weihua was speechless and could only let out a long sigh.

"Look at the Ruiguang factory. When it's busy, even the factory manager has to go to the workshop to work. In the whole factory, you can't find a single idler. The workers work hard and earn more. If this continues, who will have no affection for the factory?"

Wu Weihua sighed endlessly, what Lin Bo said was all right, but there were many things that he could not control.

"Uncle Lin, let me tell you something from the bottom of my heart. In our factory, everyone who can talk to Uncle Lin is looking forward to the sharp light factory opposite to annex our Hongguang factory. The conditions offered by them are good enough. All workers are paid as they are paid, and the wages can be increased by [-]%. The bonus is not included. Uncle Lin doesn't understand. Why is the leader not willing?"

Having said that, Lin Bo smiled secretly.

"You understand, I understand, and all the workers in the factory understand, alas... So, Director Wu, don't be too sad. If you really care about the workers, then not only should you not shed tears, but you should smile happily."

Wu Weihua couldn't help but fell into deep thought.

Love, if you can't be mutual, it's better to let go than to possess.

He has true love for Hongguang Factory, and true love for the workers in the factory, but he does not have the ability to bring prosperity to Hongguang Factory, or to give the workers a bright future, so he should let him go.

"Thank you, Lin Bo..."

When he spoke again, although Wu Weihua's voice was hoarse, it was much stronger than usual.

"Thank you for your enlightenment, I know what to do."

Putting down the teacup in his hand, Wu Weihua pushed open the door of the reception room.

Go to a fucking dinner party, I'm going to drink with Liu Daguang from Ruiguang Factory tonight, if I don't get drunk, I won't return.

(End of this chapter)