Rebirth 83: Hundreds of billions of net worth, starting from setting up a stall

Beijing Garment Factory No.[-].

Bai Maoqi walked out slowly and chatted with the security guard.

The iron door opened slowly.

"Walk."

Li Cunxi and Jin Wen walked in pushing the cart.

Bai Maoqi handed a note to Li Cunxi: "Take this and go to the warehouse area at the back of the factory to find the warehouse manager Lao Wang. He will help you choose clothes."

"When you have chosen the clothes, he will calculate the total price, write it on the note and add his signature."

"You take the note to the property to settle the payment, and then take the receipt from the property to pick up the goods. Do you understand?"

"understood."

Li Cunxi took the note.

This cumbersome step is in line with the style of a state-owned factory.

"No problem, then I'll go back to the workshop. The factory is too busy."

"okay."

Li Cunxi watched his uncle leave and hooked his hand towards Jin Wen.

Jin Wen hurriedly came over and said, "Brother Xie, what are your orders?"

"Take out 100 yuan and give it to the treasury manager named Wang later, and say a few compliments."

Li Cunxi ordered softly.

Jin Wen scratched his head and said in confusion: "Brother Xie, he is just a small treasury manager, why should you give him money? If you want to give it, we can give it to my uncle or other factory leaders."

"There is a saying that goes well, the county magistrate is not as good as the current manager. What quality of clothes we can choose, how many clothes we can choose, and whether the final settlement is high or low are all in the hands of the warehouse manager. Do you think he has great power?"

Li Cunxi explained with a smile.

As soon as his uncle explained the process, he realized that the warehouse manager had too much power in dealing with the backlog of goods.

It’s not surprising. The management of state-owned factories is chaotic. Some chargebacks, squeezed orders, and even bad debts are not worth allocating more manpower for management.

Following the direction pointed by Bai Maoqi, the two came to the warehouse behind the factory. After walking in, a room was separated next to the warehouse door.

A man with a mustache came out.

Li Cunxi gave Jin Wen a wink.

Jin Wen immediately put a smile on his face and hurriedly greeted him: "Brother Wang, I have finally met you in person. Every day, people say how powerful you are, how righteous you are, and how worthy of friendship you are. Little brother, I have been fascinated by you for a long time, but I just can't find you." Opportunity to contact.”

Lao Wang was a little confused at first, but after hearing the compliments from the other party, he immediately smiled and said, "You're right, I'm easy to make friends with. What's your surname? Are you new to the factory?"

"My younger brother's name is Jin Wen. He came to the factory to get some overstocked goods to set up a stall to sell."

Jin Wen scanned around and found that there was no one else. He took out the prepared ten unity sheets from his pocket and patted them in Lao Wang's hand: "Brother Wang, you came in a hurry and didn't prepare any gifts. This little money will be given to my sister-in-law and my wife." Let’s buy food for our children.”

Lao Wang looked at the stack of money in his palm, his heart pounded, and he said: "Xiao Jin, aren't you fooling around? How can I charge you money? Take it back quickly."

He said and stuffed it back in a pretentious manner.

Jin Wen took a few steps back, pretending to be angry and said: "Brother Wang, if you don't accept my little brother's little thoughts, then we won't be friends."

"Look at you, when it comes to this, my brother can only reluctantly accept it. I would like to say thank you to my sister-in-law and your eldest nephew."

Lao Wang happily put away the money.

Working as a warehouse manager in a garment factory only costs about 100 yuan a month. This [-] yuan covers his three months' salary.

"By the way, you are here to pick up the overstocked goods. Do you have a note?"

Lao Wang reached out and asked for the note.

Li Cunxi hurriedly handed over a note: "We would like to get some foreign trade refunds or tail goods, and we would like to ask Brother Wang to help us choose them."

"Okay, come with me."

Lao Wang picked up the note and walked into the warehouse.

Li Cunxi followed behind, looking at the warehouse full of clothes, and couldn't help but ask: "Brother Wang, the market has squeezed so many clothes, why can't we reduce production first and go to stockpile."

"How about a reduction? There are production tasks from above. In the past few years, the educated youth returned to the city and there was a big fire in Qianliang. They also expanded employees and increased production. The entire factory relied on the good materials allocated by the above and made some foreign orders to maintain part of the profits."

"But foreign trade orders have now been taken away by some private enterprises in the south, which is difficult to deal with."

Even though Lao Wang is a warehouse manager, he has no knowledge of everything in the factory.

Li Cunxi was speechless.

In fact, not only garment factories, but also state-owned enterprises throughout Beijing are facing the dilemma of being squeezed out of the market by private enterprises.

In 83, the policies were changed from left to right in order to delay the death of some state-owned enterprises.

It wasn't until 84 that the old man visited the south again, and the dual-track market system was implemented. Some state-owned enterprises that were hanging on for their lives could no longer hold on, and the first wave of layoffs came as expected.

"These are all chargebacks from overseas. There are defective products, and there are also breaches of contract. You can take your pick."

Lao Wang pointed to some stacked clothes and said.

"it is good."

Li Cunxi started to choose, mainly choosing clothes with high cotton content or pure cotton.

As for the style, it doesn't matter. These are foreign trade orders and must cater to the current popular styles abroad.

They just need to get the goods at a low price and sell them at a price that a foreigner would consider high quality and low price.

After about half an hour of selection, I selected 200 pieces of clothes, pants, skirts, and tops, which were styles that were in the backlog of many batches of goods.

"Brother Wang, how much do you think it is?"

Li Cunxi chuckled.

These clothes, made according to foreign standards, are made of solid materials. If sold in Yangcheng, the starting price of [-] pieces would range from ten yuan to more than twenty yuan.

"Brother Wang, we only have two thousand and five thousand. If there is more, you can take it out. Our friendship will continue to grow in the future, so don't be polite."

Jin Wen reminded with a smile.

Lao Wang didn't seem to hear, and bent down to count: "100 pieces of high-quality goods, this kind of goods cost 8 yuan each, and 85 foreign trade defective products, all of which are polyester-cotton blends. The purchase price is 20 yuan, which is exactly 2500 yuan."

Say it.

He took out a piece of paper and a pen, wrote numbers and his name on it, and handed it to Li Cunxi: "It must be packed in a sack and the pockets tied so that no one can see what's inside."

"I understand, Jin Wen, you pack the clothes and I'll pay."

After Li Cunxi finished giving instructions, he left the warehouse and went straight to the finance room, paid the money, got the tickets, and returned to the warehouse to pack clothes with Jin Wen.

After working for more than ten minutes, I finally packed the clothes.

"Brother Wang, whenever you are free, let's have a casual meal together. You can choose whatever you want in the eighth building."

Li Cunxi smiled.

Lao Wang pondered for a moment: "The day after tomorrow."

"Okay, when the time comes, I'll ask Jin Wen to pick you up at the factory gate and leave."

The two pushed a cart of clothes and walked out the door.

Waiting to walk out the door.

Jin Wencai asked: "Brother Xi, how much has this old Wang given up to us?"

Li Cunxi stretched out his hand and made a three sign.

"Three hundred? Haha, this guy is quite good. This hundred is not in vain."

Jin Wen nodded with satisfaction.

But the one who is truly awesome is Xige.

One hundred for three hundred, although it is not much, it is still a saving!

Li Cunxi corrected softly: "It's three thousand, not three hundred."

"Three thousand!"

Jin Wen was so shocked that his eyes almost fell out.

"That's right, for our ready-made clothes containing 60.00% cotton, he calculated the price as polyester, and for our pure cotton clothes, he calculated the price as polyester-cotton blend. He also counted 15 pieces less, saving us at least 3000."

Li Cunxi repeated again.

"Oh my God, brother, I want to kneel down and kowtow to you, exchange 100 yuan for 3000? It's not that profitable to rob a bank."

At this moment, Jin Wen's eyes showed not only admiration, but also admiration.

He doesn't think he is the elder brother, he is simply the God of Wealth.

"By the way, have you got the wire I asked you to get?"

Li Cunxi asked again.

"Don't worry, dad and I will handle the things you asked us to do on the same day."

Jin Wen patted his chest and continued: "I asked a friend to get the wire from his factory, and we also spent money to buy it for our two stalls. My dad found a few friends and worked overtime last night to build a shed for our stall. We went directly put."

"Okay, then go directly to Xiushui Street to have a show."

Li Cunxi rode on the cart and moved forward at full speed.