The booming era begins with private customization

Chapter 431: The Journey of the Sea King [ words]

"We are all brother factories. Too much pressure will be detrimental to unity. Uncle Yan is also aware of the current situation. Let's not talk about price cuts for now.

If possible, I hope you, Uncle Yan, can help with logistics and keep an eye on the warehouse.

Calculate the inventory of cakes in the factory and how to allocate a certain amount of surplus to support the brother factories that are really in trouble without affecting the factory's subsidies. "

Inside the house, Li Mao raised his hand and made a gesture of inviting someone to have tea, but the words he said were intended to deny Yan Bugui's proposal.

"Director, you really can't reduce costs?"

Yan Bugui put down the small notebook in his hand, with a somewhat unwilling look on his face.

I thought I finally had the opportunity to show my skills, but I didn't expect that I wouldn't get the consent of the factory director Li Mao.

From Yan Bugui's perspective, shouldn't it be a good thing to be able to reduce some costs?

Seeing Yan Bugui's unwilling look, Li Mao, who was not going to say everything, could only continue speaking:
"Uncle Yan, this is not our job.

If our raw materials come from outside, I would naturally hope that Uncle Yan could help me lower the cost.

But the key point is that our raw materials are all supplied by ourselves.

They are all brother factories, and the price itself is almost the same average price.

Yes, the cost of these raw materials can be lowered, but after that, how will the work of the sister factories be carried out?

Anyway, we have more money in our factory account than we can use up, so we might as well give our sister factory a way out, which would be a favor as well.

Later when we need to adjust something, it will be easier to negotiate with all parties.”

This is just a superficial statement, but the real truth is that people of Yan Bugui's status simply cannot lower the price.

If you are not of high enough level, cannot drink strong liquor, and cannot provide enough convenience, how can you possibly lower the price?

These key contents can only be understood but not expressed in words.

"Then are the surplus bread from our factory also provided for free?"

Thinking of the bread stored in the warehouse, Yan Bugui felt a little uncomfortable.

Since becoming an accountant, Yan Bugui increasingly found that he had a tendency to become a miser.

Thinking about the things in the warehouse being given away for free, even if the things were not mine, I felt heartbroken.

"How is that possible?!"

Li Mao paused while drinking tea and quickly retorted:

"This is our factory's fortune, how can we just give it away casually? What I mean is, Uncle Yan, please contact some factories during this period to see if there are any factories that are in urgent need of bread for welfare or to fill their stomachs.

We don't want money, we only want supplies. If we don't have supplies, suitable machinery will do. If that doesn't work, we can exchange them for workers with certain levels.

Things are just sitting there anyway, so why not use them to improve our factory’s resources?”

"Exchange things?! Can you lower the price of this or that?"

Hearing that he could find a place to use his talents, Yan Bugui's eyes brightened.

He rubbed his thumb and index finger in the air, and the smile on his face was still a little embarrassed.

“Let’s put things in perspective. These things are all the hard-earned money of our factory. They are not money that we have nowhere to spend.

If you can save a little and get more things, that’s definitely better.”

After getting Li Mao's permission, Yan Bugui's smile suddenly brightened up: "Okay, since you said so, please do it!

I will clear these things out tomorrow morning and exchange them for a bunch of useful things for our factory."

Having run out of topics to talk about, Yan Bugui tilted his head back and drank up all the remaining tea in the teacup.

Perhaps because of his different status now, Yan Bugui couldn't show his stinginess in front of Li Mao.

If it had happened before, he would have had to take the teacup of tea home and pour out the tea leaves.

With only one person left in the room, Li Mao raised his fingers and tapped the table rhythmically.

The development of today's machinery factories has reached a certain bottleneck. It is basically impossible to break through the shackles of level and continuously expand the scale.

While he was thinking, the constant feedback force on his finger joints made Li Mao's fingers hurt.

Before I could come up with a result, I heard a knock on my door.

"Brother Li Mao, I just ran into Teacher Ran in the middle courtyard, and she wanted to talk to you."

He Yushui's unique, soft voice that sounds like he's easy to bully, so he didn't need to introduce himself.

"Teacher Ran? Ran Qiuye?"

He put his fingers, whose joints were red from being knocked, under the table, and was thinking about other things.

If Ran Qiuye came to visit, Li Mao would have a hard time not meeting her.

After all, the current express training class at the machinery factory was only possible thanks to the efforts of Ran Qiuye’s father at the university.

Otherwise, how could there be any university professor willing to teach a class for the accountants in the machinery factories who generally only have a junior high school education?

Even though Ran Qiuye's job as a kindergarten teacher earned some favors, compared with the higher status of the machinery factory, it was still somewhat inadequate.

"Teacher Ran? Let her in?"

Rubbing his knuckles, Li Mao's expressionless eyes flickered and he began to estimate in his mind.

What is she here for?

Before he could figure out the result in his mind, he saw Ran Qiuye push the door and walk in with red eyes and dim pupils.

He sat down on the chair, opened his mouth, but no words came out.

"Teacher Ran?"

There was no room for silence, so Li Mao spoke first, breaking the deadlock.

"Hey, Director."

Seeing Li Mao's cold face, Ran Qiuye was speechless and pale. He sighed softly and said, "I have something to ask of you."

"Oh? Tell me?"

Seeing that Ran Qiuye still looked restrained, Li Mao didn't say much. He just nodded, and rubbed the corner of his mouth with a lingering look.

"I want to. I want to apply to the factory for housing exchange."

Ran Qiuye's face and eyes were red. After all, she was not the type to criticize others behind their backs. Even if she wanted to ask for help, she couldn't say anything to plead.

"Change housing? What's the reason?"

Li Mao did not respond, but just nodded his finger with a thoughtful look on his face.

"Reason.Reason"

I don't know what Ran Qiuye thought of, but her face turned pale with anger. She was shaking. She wanted to say something, but she was worried that repeating herself would affect her dignity in front of Li Mao:
"Do I have to tell you the reason?"

Ran Qiuye hesitated, and this reaction made Li Mao a little unsure.

He shook his head and chuckled, "Teacher Ran, what you said is true. The factory has rules and regulations. If you don't tell me the reason, even I can't make this exception for you.

After all, there are so many workers in the factory. You have no reason to ask for a change of room today, so I will change it for you.

Tomorrow someone else will come to me with the same excuse.

If you don't change it, it seems like you are being given privileges. If you change it, there are only so many houses in the factory. Not only will there be conflicts if you keep changing it, but it will also not be to your liking.

In the end, not only did they ruin the friendship among their fellow factory workers, but they also lost face on each other's part.

Once this is done, it will be difficult to proceed with future work.”

No harsh words were said, but to Ran Qiuye's ears, it sounded even more aggrieved.

She pursed her lips, her face full of grievance: "If... If I used my dad..."

The conversation was cut off before Ran Qiuye could finish her words, but in fact, Li Mao already understood what Ran Qiuye meant.

This was a misunderstanding of Li Mao, thinking that he was deliberately not doing his job, so he wanted to use favors to exchange for the house.

“Teacher Ran, I’m not that kind of person.

Even if you use favors as an excuse, I still can't do it without giving me a reason.

If you want to change rooms, you need to write an application. Even if it's just a random excuse, you have to come up with one."

Li Mao said this quietly, but he didn't expect that Ran Qiuye seemed to be stuck in a dead end, thinking that this was forcing her.

"I can't live in that house anymore. They always talk about my problems behind my back."

Talking behind one's back?

Li Mao looked at Ran Qiuye very seriously. What could be heard by the person concerned was probably not said behind his back, but was said in front of him.

Although the overall environment is good and there are many people.

But the silent majority of good people are often unable to suppress those who are eloquent, cunning and treacherous at certain times.

The more such a person is, the more likely he is to pretend to obey but actually disobey others in private, and flatter the powerful and bully the weak.

Looking at Ran Qiuye's appearance, I guess she didn't even dare to tell her father these days.

"Isn't that a reason? It's such an easy excuse, why don't you just say it?

Go back and write the application. Tell me which hospital you want to transfer to?

Let me say this first. The list of people who will be allocated to the units has already been determined, and they will be divided according to the order in which they entered the factory and their merits.

If you want to move to a unit? That’s a no-go.”

Li Mao looked at Ran Qiuye and spoke jokingly.

The tone was somewhat frivolous, but the intention was to comfort Ran Qiuye's depressed mood as soon as possible.

It was not for anything else, but because he was afraid that if Ran Qiuye went out with red eyes, someone in the Central Courtyard would gossip about him behind his back.

"Hey, thank you, Director. I didn't originally want to move to an apartment."

Ran Qiuye pursed her lips. Under her pair of beautiful, long, curved eyebrows, which must have been trimmed, her eyes had lost some of their redness, and were filled with some inexplicable emotions:

"I've thought before that even if I change to another courtyard, if others find out about Bang Geng's affairs, it's inevitable that I will run into that kind of person again.
So I was thinking about whether I could live in our courtyard. The people in our courtyard know the inside story, and even if they are biased, they certainly won’t say anything unpleasant to my face.”

As he spoke, Ran Qiuye's head tilted unnaturally.

I don't know when I saw the hands under the table, but now I can't help rubbing the corners of my clothes.

"Live in our yard? You want to live in the front yard?"

Li Mao raised his eyebrows and looked at Ran Qiuye, who was wearing thin clothes due to the weather.

I don’t know if it’s because it was displayed privately, but today Ran Qiuye didn’t wear the work clothes issued by the factory.

Although the work clothes don't match the kindergarten.

But after all, it is under the name of the machinery factory, so even if it doesn’t match, matching clothes were distributed when you joined the company.

The warmth of the body diffused the ointment applied on the wrists and ears. It was like a subtle fragrance, which could not be smelled if one tried hard, but lingered around the wings of the nose inadvertently, and seemed so abrupt in the suddenly silent room.

Because of work.

The girls in the courtyard, including Yu Haitang and He Yushui, had no habit of applying powder or ointment.

What usually lingers around them is either the scent of soapberries or the fragrance of shampoo soap with Chinese medicine added.

Even Lou Xiao'e, because of her background, has not touched things like ointments for some years.

"No, I don't want to live in the front yard. Teacher Yan is in the front yard. When we see him, we both feel a little nervous."

Ran Qiuye shook her body, raised her face which was turning pink, and looked at Li Mao with eyes filled with complicated emotions, eager to hear the invitation that she wanted to hear from him.

"You don't want to live in the front yard? Then you can't want to live in the middle yard or the cross yard, right?

Teacher Ran doesn’t go to the factory often, so he might not know.

These days, our factory has exchanged houses with the steel mill next door. Except for the front yard, back yard, and rear shed, the rest belong to the steel mill.

Oh, no, there is also a house that the deaf old lady has exchanged for another one. If you want to live in that house, you can contact her.

Don’t worry, the factory also provides housing subsidies.”

Li Mao was still so casual. As he spoke, he crossed out the option of the back room by default.

After all, it was difficult to separate the back yard from the front, and even Li Mao didn't want to have more people in the yard.

"Isn't it possible in the back room?"

Ran Qiuye felt a little lost, and his hands, which were blocked by the table, were now rubbing together quickly.

My heart, which was already extremely nervous, beat even faster.

Speak out!

She said it!
He raised his head, and the emotion in his pupils was gone. His unobstructed vision was filled with tension and pleading.

He calmly withdrew his gaze and shook his head calmly: "The back room has been reserved for Lou Xiao'e and Yu Li.

The factory has also reserved an empty room in the backyard to be used as a temporary storage point for medical supplies and a temporary infirmary for Ding Qiunan to use.

There are many machinery factory workers living nearby.

If you have a headache or fever, it is always more convenient to ask the doctor in your own factory for reimbursement.”

Li Mao didn't look at Ran Qiuye, nor did he want Ran Qiuye to see his eyes.

I looked down at the surface of the water in the teacup. The tea leaves that were previously floating on the surface were now sinking to the bottom.

"After all the calculations, only the front yard can vacate a room. If that's not possible, we can only consider the yard next door."

"No, let's go to the front yard. Teacher Yan and I were colleagues before, so the awkwardness shouldn't be a big deal."

Ran Qiuye, feeling aggrieved, had her eyes reddened again unconsciously. She looked at Li Mao quietly, her previously long and curved eyebrows now showing hesitation.

After listening to Li Mao's words, he quickly decided on the remaining empty room in the front yard.

"In fact, the people in the next yard are all neighbors, and they are only a few steps away from our yard. If someone really bullies you, they can shout in the yard and we can hear it."

Li Mao was stunned for a moment, and after taking a look at Ran Qiuye's eyes and eyebrows, he felt more and more uneasy.

He put on a calm expression and explained in a casual manner.

"No, no need. I'll just live in the front yard. When I passed by just now, I saw that the clothes hanging in the front yard were all from our factory. It won't be too difficult for me."

Having said that, without waiting for Li Mao to respond, Ran Qiuye's melancholy eyes flashed, and her fingertips moved away from the wrinkled corner of her clothes.

Supporting herself on the table, leaning forward slightly, the natural downward force gave the inconspicuous Yukiko her own shape:

"I'll write an application when I get back. Director, you must keep the house in the front yard for me."

Things having come to this, Li Mao could only nod, looking at the scene with appreciation and letting his gaze pass by.

As Ran Qiuye left, Li Mao couldn't help but frown as he smelled the increasingly faint fragrance in the air.

If I remember correctly, he had never provoked Ran Qiuye.

He drank the tea in the teacup, folded his hands behind his head, and looked around the room. His aimless gaze did not affect his thoughts.

As he thought about it, his expression gradually became somewhat unhappy.

When a girl confesses to you, even if you really don't like her, as long as things don't become too awkward, when you think back on it afterwards, a trace of pity will inevitably flash through your heart.

Without turning his head, he put down his right hand, turned his body sideways, and used his right hand to take out a box of sorted mint leaves with Chinese medicinal properties from the drawer of the cabinet behind him.

He took out a piece and threw it into his mouth, chewed it for a few times, and suddenly opened his mouth to breathe.

Different from the coolness of the hot air, it goes down the mouth and into the throat.

The sudden coolness made Li Mao's brows slowly relax.

Rejecting Ran Qiuye might hurt her feelings.

But if he doesn't refuse, even if his body can bear it, Li Mao doesn't want to have too much contact.

Du Yuanyuan is coming back soon.

If you flirt with other girls at this time, it will easily cause trouble.

The night passed.

In a blink of an eye, the sun rises.

The machinery factory, which had replaced its new loudspeaker, slowly began broadcasting the morning news after the steel mill's horn stopped.

It was a manual broadcast without any personal interpretation. It was just pure reading of the newspaper with the scent of fresh ink.

For workers who can't read many words and don't have much time to read newspapers.

The broadcast of the machinery factory was well received.

Even the elderly who cannot sleep at night will make a pot of tea early in the morning, and while taking a walk with the pot in hand, they will prick up their ears to listen to the excitement.

When we arrived at the breakfast stall that had been opened at some unknown time, passers-by were holding oil tea in one hand and bean curd skin rolled dough sticks with bean sprouts and mashed garlic in the other. From time to time, they would call out to each other and talk about their own feelings.

The hunger in your stomach is over.

Even the issue of exchanging fine grains for coarse grains has not yet been transferred.

The bustling atmosphere in the streets and alleys has already given us a sign that things are getting better.

As the work bell rang, the Propaganda Department of the Machinery Factory stopped reading the morning newspaper and changed to another person to read aloud.

Just sitting in the office, after quickly approving the application that Ran Qiuye had submitted earlier, Li Mao also started a new day's work.

He also has to control the general direction of the tasks assigned to Yan Bugui yesterday.

The production progress of the factory also needs to be controlled to see when the goods will be shipped to the port.

Trains were a public resource at that time, and every batch of carriages traveling from south to north and from north to south were filled with supplies.

If Li Mao wants to transport his own things, he needs to queue up for entrustment.

Even with the relationship with the Du family, he only got a front-row sign.

After all, this kind of long-term, large-scale transportation can easily cause disputes if it is treated specially every time.

Compared to queuing in my hometown, the journey from getting things to the port to Nihong is actually smooth.

As long as the money is enough, no one cares whether it is a bag or not.

"Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding~"

The phone at hand rang. After hanging up the call, Li Mao, who was originally a little worried, felt a little relaxed.

"Secretary Lou, go inform Director Liu to coordinate with the steel mill and give them our transportation quota this time. Ask them to use the factory's trucks to help us transport farm machinery for one day."

"Hey, good director."

Lou Xiao'e responded and quickly ran towards Liu Haizhong's office.

The office door was locked and there was no response to knocks.

After asking around and hearing that Liu Haizhong had gone to the workshop, Lou Xiao'e hurried to the workshop again.

When I came back from a busy day, some parts of my work clothes were soaked with sweat.

After all, it is summer, and some of the places that are pressed and clamped are prone to sweating.

"Director, Director Liu has already gone to coordinate. Has he given up the quota this time?

We won't take the railway this time?"

Lou Xiao'e looked at Li Mao, her eyes full of curiosity.

As a secretary, it is indeed not right to ask such a question, but as a partner without voting rights, there is nothing wrong with Wenshang asking this.

"Yes, we won't take the railway this time, and we won't take the railway in the future.

The previously booked ship has been delivered, and from now on our goods will be shipped directly to Tianjin and loaded from the port there."

Li Mao's answer made Lou Xiao'e feel emotional, but she also had some questions: "What if our goods don't go through the port? What if someone finds out there is something wrong?"

"Problem? What problem could there be? All the money that should be paid has been paid, and all the formalities have been reported. As long as there is no problem with the formalities, what problem can be found?"

Li Mao, in a good mood, waved his hand casually.

In the days before the Internet, these things could be easily accomplished with paper documents.

"So we can become Sea King in the future?"

After hearing Li Mao's answer, Lou Xiao'e thought about it and felt that there was no big problem, and her mood immediately became better.

“No, we are the company over there.

Given the scale of the factory over there, even at cost price, it would take more than a short period of time to save enough money.

Because we are going to Nihong, these ships are under the control of the company over there."

Li Mao rolled his eyes and spoke without hesitation to interrupt Lou Xiaoe's fantasy.

On the issue of ownership, we must make it clear.

"Oh, so it belongs to you alone, Director? I wonder if I can get a share of the profits from that business?"

Lou Xiao'e put her hands behind her back, her upper body slightly leaning forward, a smile on her lips, thinking about good things in her mind.

"Oh, no. The profits from the factory over there have long been invested in the plan of expanding reproduction.

How is the plan written? Haven't you read it?"

Li Mao shook his head and did not give Lou Xiaoe any chance just because they were partners.

Whether he wanted to make money or to stir up trouble, Li Mao would not give Lou Xiao'e a chance.

(End of this chapter)