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Chapter 24 Like a Liar

Lao Li watched Feng Qingyang go to the Xiaobei Textile Factory next door.

There was a moment of fear in his heart.

Just now, he almost got excited and agreed to Feng Qingyang's request.

Because of the difficulties in running his own business and a strong desire for orders, he almost couldn't hold back when he heard Feng Qingyang's order of 20000.

Fortunately, I braked in time.

If Feng Qingyang is really a liar and loses hundreds of thousands of goods, his small factory cannot withstand such a blow.

Looking at Feng Qingyang's young back, Lao Li was glad that he was sober.

Although the current order of 5000 per month can barely keep the factory running, it will not be ruined by a risky move. It is safer to seek orders from brand owners honestly.

Will the Xiaobei Textile Factory next door be tempted?

Lao Li thought to himself.

The two have been competitors for many years. Because of their close proximity, brand owners would compare the two during inspections. Back then, the two often swore at each other in order to compete for orders.

Now Xiaobei Textile Factory is piling up goods and is about to close down. If it panics and provides Feng Qingyang with goods, or if Feng Qingyang is a liar, the old rival of many years will lose both money and goods.

He would wake up from his dream with a smile. Without such a competitor, his chances of receiving orders from brand owners would be greatly increased.

After thinking about this, Lao Li suddenly felt relaxed and hoped that Feng Qingyang was really a liar.

With this thought in his mind, the more Lao Li looked at Feng Qingyang, the more he looked like a liar. He was so young and kept talking about 20000 monthly orders. With such an order volume, the revenue in a year would be tens of millions!
Where can I find such a good thing?

Let him deceive the next door and accelerate the collapse of Xiaobei Textile Factory.

I, Lao Li, will not have the slightest sympathy.

Watching Feng Qingyang enter the door of the factory next door, Lao Li returned to the office leisurely.

It doesn't matter if your life is not good, as long as there are people who are worse off than you, you will still be able to live a good life.

Feng Qingyang didn't know that he was labeled a liar. He went into the factory yard on his own. There was not even an uncle in the guard room.

The factory area is very small, and you can reach the production workshop within two steps. There is only one production line inside, and it looks very messy. Some unfinished products are piled up on the tailor's table.

On one side of the workshop, a large number of finished products were piled up.

nobody!
The production line has stopped producing, and the entire workshop is silent.

what happened?

Feng Qingyang went up the stairs to the office area on the second floor. As soon as he came up, he heard the noise.

"Old Director, please give me an accurate answer as to whether the salary will be paid or not."

"That's right, we haven't been paid for three months. You were right as you said at the beginning. They need the goods in a hurry. We have worked overtime for three months in a row, but where is the money?"

"I've been working with you for several years, and everyone trusts you so much. Look at how long you've been delaying your wages, and the family can't even open the door."

The door to the factory director's office was open, and Feng Qingyang looked inside.

Seven or eight people inside gathered around a middle-aged man to denounce him.

The middle-aged man was short, with pale temples and a bad complexion. He was tired of dealing with this scene.

He suddenly saw a strange young man walking outside the door and said to everyone: "Everyone, please stop. I didn't say I wouldn't pay everyone. Everyone has seen the situation in the factory. I am actively thinking of a solution now. "

As if he thought of something, he quickly stood up, walked through the crowd, and said to the young man, "Are you Boss Feng?"

"Yes, you are the factory director?" Feng Qingyang asked.

"It's me, Dong Guosheng." The middle-aged man nodded and responded. He hurriedly invited, "Come on, please come in."

Feng Qingyang walked into the crowded office. "I'm sorry." Dong Guosheng led Feng Qingyang to a seat, turned to face the crowd and said, "I have guests here. You go back first. If you still trust me, old Dong, go back and wait for my letter. I am solving the problem."

"It's not that I don't trust you, but please pay me your salary. My children are about to go to college, and I haven't collected the tuition fees yet," someone said.

"Uh." Dong Guosheng rubbed his temples.

"You talk about your story, and we'll listen here. When you finish talking, you give everyone an accurate answer."

"Yep!"

Dong Guosheng was helpless.

Three months ago, the factory suddenly received an urgent order from a foreign brand owner, requiring the production of 80,000 pieces of underwear within three months.

Since he was an old customer with whom he had cooperated for several years, Dong Guosheng did not sign a contract and began to organize employees to work in two shifts.

The production line automation rate in the workshop is extremely low. The usual production capacity is only 20,000 pieces a month. This time, when the order was added, the employees' sewing machines were so hot that they started to smoke, so they could complete the task on time.

Looking at the prosperous production status, Dong Guosheng was so happy a few days ago that he promised to give employees more bonuses once they settle the payment there.

However, things took a turn for the worse. When he completed the task and contacted the brand owner, he was told that the company was going bankrupt and liquidated.

Dong Guosheng was immediately stunned.

What to do with so many products?
"Sorry, there's nothing we can do." The brand owner hung up the phone coldly.

Even at home, such a situation can make people feel helpless.

I usually have no sales channels, and the products designed by each brand are unique and cannot be sold to another company. The goods are really lost in my hands.

Misfortune never comes singly. Employees came one after another to ask for wages. Coupled with the pressure of factory rent and loan interest, Dong Guosheng became more and more haggard overnight.

Now he can't even pay the janitor's salary, so he has been guarding the factory by himself these days.

I made countless calls and tried countless solutions, but all the responses were disappointing.

Just yesterday, a sudden phone call made him grasp at straws, saying that he wanted to take a look at his own goods.

He was very excited.

But when I saw Feng Qingyang today, he was suddenly stunned. He was a little too young, and he still looked like a student.

But now is not the time to worry about this.

Since ancient times, heroes have emerged from youth, he hinted himself.

"Boss Feng, you saw it, and I won't hide it from you. This is the situation now." Dong Guosheng explained the situation in the factory in detail.

Feng Qingyang nodded.

In fact, the problems Dong Guosheng mentioned are not a problem for him. He is just an individual seller. As long as the products are qualified and the quality is up to standard, he can take over the goods. It doesn't matter whose brand it is.

Moreover, Dong Guosheng was in a hurry to sell this batch of goods, exposing himself to his shortcomings in front of Feng Qingyang, and he would also make a big concession on the price.

"Okay, let's take a look at the product first." Feng Qingyang said.

Dong Guosheng was overjoyed, there was something going on!

He quickly led Feng Qingyang to the workshop and warehouse.

At this time, the employees who were asking for their wages realized what they were doing. Looking at the student-looking Feng Qingyang, their voices were full of disbelief.

"Wait a minute, Old Dong, is this the person you said can save the factory?"

"You're still a student. Even if you're looking for an actor to fool us, you have to find someone similar, right?"

"Old Dong, can you be more reliable?"

(End of this chapter)