Rebooting the Peak Years of 1985

Chapter 191 Factory Director, it’s not good!

"I was exhausted yesterday. The new factory director is really incompetent. He is reluctant to spend money and buy equipment. How can he possibly compete with others if this continues?"

"What is the name of the factory director? He is a self-employed capitalist. Does he, a caterer, understand the match business? I think we can only work for a month or two, and then the factory will stop production."

"No, they sell for five cents a box in the stores outside. It is said that some of them cost four cents. Why do you dare to sell these matches for a dime even though they are so worthless? Aren't you looking for abuse?"

In the National Match Factory, a group of people were smoking and chatting outside the workshop.

They looked disdainful of each other and expressed pessimism about the future.

"Let's just work one day at a time. At least we can make more money before the factory shuts down."

"Yes, the more this happens, let's make more money before the factory goes bankrupt. Alas, the match factory can't be saved."

Two middle-aged workers took a deep drag on their cigarettes, then squatted down and wiped out their cigarettes. They inserted the cigarette butts directly into their pockets and walked back to the workshop.

"What are you doing? What are you trying to do?"

Suddenly, Uncle Ma, the gatekeeper outside, shouted loudly at the door.

After saying this, the workers who were about to return to the workshop stopped and looked at the door thinking something had happened.

Several young men walked quickly from the gate. The first one was wearing a Chinese tunic suit, with a slicked back hair, and a briefcase under his arm. He looked very stylish.

"Where is the person in charge of your factory? Let him come out. I have something to talk to him about."

The young man with a big back pushed Uncle Ma away and said arrogantly.

"We're looking for Boss Chen. Something happened. It seems like this group of people came here because of bad intentions."

"They're probably here to demand payment again. Tsk, let's see how Boss Chen handles it. It's none of our business anyway."

"I thought we could work for a few more months, but now it seems we can only last a month before we have to stop work."

The workers shook their heads and sighed.

"Is your factory director here? Call him out quickly!"

"Old man, don't block the road. Who spoiled you? Didn't you see the Grain Bureau's sign on our clothes?"

At this time, two more people quickly walked into the door, but Uncle Ma stopped them and pushed them away before they could ask questions.

Food Bureau?
The workers watching the excitement looked at me and I looked at you, with confused expressions on their faces.

Their match factory has nothing to do with the Food Bureau.

"Brother from the Grain Bureau, I am a worker in the factory, Mr. Wang Dayou and Mr. Wang."

"I don't know if your grain bureau is looking for our factory—boss, what's the matter?"

Wang Dayou rolled his eyes and walked over with a smile on his face.

The Grain Bureau is a good unit. He plans to get acquainted with the other party. Maybe he can use it in the future?

"Wang Gong? Can you make the decision?"

Jin Yangfei frowned. Yuan Siquan called him to order matches. He was a little unsure of the other party's identity.

"I'm here to order [-] boxes of matches. When can you make them and deliver them?"

But when he thought that the restaurant was running out of matches, Jin Yangfei did not hesitate and directly stated his purpose.

Wang Dayou was taking out the Asma from his arms and was about to smoke with the other party, but when he heard this, his hands trembled, and the cigarette he handed out fell to the ground without holding it firmly.

Several workers watching the excitement around them also had their eyes widened with astonishment on their faces.

"What!? Ten thousand boxes, this is big business."

"Did I hear you correctly? The Food Bureau wants to order matches from us? And it's [-] boxes?"

This was nothing compared to when our factory was most prosperous in the past, but now it is a big order for us. We should quickly notify Director Chen.

Then they became excited one by one, and some of them hurriedly ran towards the office area.

"Wait a minute, you are so unreasonable. Don't you know the most basic principles of life and doing things?"

"First come, first served. Don't you know this simple principle? Didn't you see that the people from our salt company came first?"

"That Wang Gong, right? Please keep your eyes peeled, Chen Zhijun, we are here first. Our salt company has also ordered [-] boxes of matches, which will be produced for us first. We are in a hurry to get the goods."

The young man from before became dissatisfied when he heard Jin Yangfei's words. He glared at Jin Yangfei and said unhappily, and then looked at Wang Dayou threateningly.

Wang Dayou trembled again when he heard this, and the cigarette hung on the ground.There was a reason for being frightened this time. After all, the young man looked rather arrogant, and it frightened him somewhat when he glared at him threateningly.

Picking up the cigarette, Wang Dayou had an awkward smile on his face. How could he possibly make the decision in this regard, but he was full of doubts in his heart.

What's the matter?Could it be that the sun is rising in the west and the matches from their match factory are very popular?
In the office, Chen Huajiang was writing and drawing with his head down. On the rice paper, he wrote "Excellent Match Project". Below are some detailed areas that need improvement.

In previous lives, hotels, restaurants, and even some tourist areas will have related customized matches as gifts, many of which are very unique.

For example, the more famous Shangri-La Hotel, the matches in their store are "cold flame" matches, and the Xuanwu Hotel in the ancient capital of the Six Dynasties, are "three-color flame" matches beautifully packaged in green leather boxes.

Peaky Blinders matches were popular in the 90s. The matchbox was in the shape of a plywood, with the matchstick inside made into a flat shape. They were the special matches for the Razorbacks in the movie.

In his previous life, his Kunlun restaurant also customized some special matches, but they were all tricks that others had played.

For example, a vanity mirror match, open with a small mirror, you can see your handsome appearance and smoking movements when you light a cigarette.

Another example is toothpick matches. This one is the simplest. The lower part of a traditional match is sharpened. It can be used as a match or as a toothpick.

Another example is Ten Thousand Matches, which can be reused and made of metal and can be hung on a keychain.

Brush brushing brushing, Chen Huajiang wrote down everything he could think of on paper. When the time came, he would introduce the old and bring out the new in a timely manner. He thought it would be enough for the match factory to last for four years.

As for four years from now?Are you kidding? It's useless to get any matches, it's already the age of lighters.

Chen Huajiang was also a little moved when he thought of the lighter, but he quickly shook his head. There is no evil in greed. His current focus of development is still around the catering industry, which he is good at.

At least he doesn't plan to develop everywhere before Kunlun Restaurant develops and grows. He doesn't want to have a hammer in one place and a stick in the other. Taking over the match factory this time was purely an accident. If it wasn't to save his uncle, how could he possibly make a small amount of money selling matches? Interesting?
"Director Chen, this is bad!"

A surprised voice suddenly came from the door, making Chen Huajiang shrink his neck.

"I'm sorry, can you knock on the door when you come in?"

"I'm so good, I was almost scared to death by you."

Chen Huajiang was so angry that he almost trembled in fear when the other party screamed and screamed.

(End of this chapter)