Chapter 122 Qingpu Clothing Factory No. 1

Author: Xixingxing

When he arrived at Qingpu Clothing Factory No. 1, Ling Yue once thought she had come to the wrong place.

The second clothing factory has convenient transportation and some infrastructure around it. Not to mention anything else, at least there are one or two small shops. It is quite convenient for workers to buy packages of cigarettes here after get off work.

When they arrived at the factory, they were located in a remote place, with either mountains or farmland around them, and even the gate was hidden among the dense trees.

If it weren't for the clear description of Qingpu Clothing Factory No. 1, Ling Yue wouldn't have believed that the place in front of her was actually the famous Clothing Factory No. 1.

The factory was deserted and no one cleaned the snow at the gate.

Only a string of lonely footprints left on the snow were seen.

Ji Zhongqiu took them inside, and a hand tractor was parked in the open space inside. I don’t know how long it took no one to drive it. There was a thick layer of snow on the seats of the tractor.

"Hey, what are you doing!"

Just as the three of them were trying to ask someone, a voice rang out from behind them.

Ling Yue looked at him and saw an old man with gray hair and wearing a thick military coat standing in the corridor with his sleeves together.

"Who are you, what's wrong with coming here?"

"Hello, let's look for the factory manager, is he here?"

"Look for the factory director?" The old man looked at them, "What are you looking for the factory director?"

Ling Yue walked up and said, "Uncle, we want to talk to the factory director for some business."

"Oh." The old man waved to them, "It's cold outside, come to my room to warm up."

The three of them followed him into the house. The old man pointed to the stove and said, "Sit down, our factory has not had a good performance in the past two years, and the workers have been on vacation for more than half a month."

As he said that, he poured three cups of hot water, "What business are you looking for the factory manager to discuss?"

"Uncle, that's right. We are self-employed in Qingpu City. We cannot get in the goods for the time being due to weather reasons. I want to see if there is any excess goods for sale in the first factory."

Ling Yue didn't hide it and said straight to the point.

"Self-employed?" The old man was very surprised by the title. "Is it now encouraged to be self-employed?"

Ling Yue nodded: "Yes, uncle, can you help contact the factory manager? We want to buy some goods from your factory."

The old man smiled and said, "After so many years, you are the first self-employed person to come to a factory to purchase goods."

He thought for a moment and walked to the phone: "Okay, I'll call and see what the factory manager means."

Taking advantage of his phone call, Ji Zhongqiu said in a sigh: "I really didn't expect that, but in just a few years, the factory fell to this point. Back then, there were at least 300 people here."

Ling Yue didn't show her face, but she had to agree.

If the times want to eliminate you, they will not say hello to you at all.

Especially for clothing factories like theirs, if they fail to see a single item, they will be eliminated immediately.

With a deeper foundation, you may be able to survive by taking up the tag.

But the clothing factory is a state-owned enterprise. Even state-owned enterprises have reached this point. It is conceivable how cruel this market will be.

"My mother also worked here, and since my brother and sister had an accident, she was hit hard and resigned from here."

Ling Yue couldn't help but look at him more.

No wonder he never mentioned the matter of a factory before, and there was such a reason.

Ling Yue was about to comfort him, but the old man came over with a smile: "You sit for a while, Director Wu will arrive soon."

Ji Zhongqiu took a cigarette from his pocket and handed it to him, and asked him, "Master, do you don't have the key to the warehouse? Can you let us go and see the goods?"

The old man took the cigarette, took out the match and lit it, "This is not possible. I am just a gatekeeper. Without the factory manager's words, the warehouse will definitely not be able to take you there. But if you want to see the samples, I can only take you to the sample library to check it out."

"But you can't go in, you can only stand from the window and watch."

Ling Yue immediately said, "Okay, I'll bother you."

The old man took them through the deserted open space, pointed to a window and said, "This is our sample library."

"You can't see the quality, but you can see the workmanship. Our workmanship and style are better than those on the market. I just don't know why, every time the clothes we send out will always be returned intact."

The three of them squeezed in front of the window and looked at it and found that the clothes inside were not only in terms of styles and colors, but also in terms of the clothes from Factory 2.

Just through the narrow window, Ling Yue discovered the problem.

The first factory must have been targeted.

Like Factory 1 and Factory 2, the clothes they produce will be sent to department stores in cities and counties and township cooperatives.

But why are the clothing from factory one being returned, while the clothing from factory two being accepted by the market?

Who believes there is no trick here?

——The promise is about to come out.

The backstage of the factory one manager is not as strong as that of the factory two manager Ma!

Without background, you can only be passively beaten.

Too rolled.

According to the current inherent thinking, the stereotyped factory manager must have never thought of finding self-employed people to help with sales.

I didn't even think about letting my relatives and family go to the sale.

In addition to the workers' wages, purchasing raw materials, maintaining equipment, etc., over time, the factory will naturally fail to make ends meet, and the workers' wages will definitely not be paid, and bankruptcy will become an inevitable outcome.

"Uncle, are you the only one in such a big factory?"

"Yes, I can still walk around now. If I can't walk in another two years, I can only go back to my hometown!"

The old man said sadly, "It's very difficult for Director Wu to pay the wages he owed, his hair turned gray at a young age."

"Oh, then what age is he this year?"

"A young man who was less than fifty years old was tortured by this factory to be as thin as he was."

Ling Yue remained silent after hearing this.

Wang Zhaoyang asked, "Master, can you take us to the warehouse to see it? We don't even go in, just look at it in the window."

"Okay, but you have to be prepared, there is too much cargo piled up there now."

The old man took them to the warehouse again. Through the glass, Ling Yue saw that the clothes inside were indeed piled up like the old man said.

After so many clothes were accumulated, she even held on until now that she said she had gone bankrupt. She was even more curious about Director Wu.

"Don't Director Wu live in the factory?"

"The factory manager is now outside every day begging grandpa to get funds from his grandma, and he will only come back here to watch the factory with me in the evening."

Ling Yue could see that the old man was a person with a deep relationship with this factory.

If it were someone else, I'm afraid I'd have left like those workers long ago.

"Then how much wages does our factory owe workers in total?"

The old man glanced at her and said, "The workers' wages are almost 25,000 yuan, and with the raw materials, I owe at least 45,000 yuan."

Ling Yue took a breath of air conditioning, how could there be so much money!
Chapter completed!