Chapter IX Clothing Factory Starts Construction
Su Zhirou settled her daughter, held the vegetable basket, and planned to go to the vegetable field to pick some vegetables.
Even though my daughter is only three years old, she is really very sensible. She is alone at home and still knows how to take care of her blind aunt.
Thinking of her sensible daughter, she felt a little sad. If she didn't have an unreliable father, her daughter wouldn't be so precocious.
Passing by the warehouse at the east end of the village, she almost thought she was dazzled. Wasn't the girl standing on the roadside wiping her tears her former friend Li Yue?
Li Yue didn't notice Su Zhirou, although Jiang Hua temporarily comforted the five little girls with high treatment.
But after Li Yue thought about it, she still felt aggrieved and secretly ran out to cry.
"Li Yue?"
Su Zhirou shouted tentatively.
She couldn't figure out why Li Yue, a female textile factory worker, appeared here.
"Zhirou?"
Li Yue saw the woman opposite her clearly and couldn't hold it back any longer, she burst into tears.
I felt aggrieved, and of course I would burst into tears when I met an acquaintance.
"Xiao Yue, what's wrong? Who bullied you?"
Su Zhirou was kind-hearted and walked over to hug her friend heartbrokenly.
"I, I met a big liar, which made me lose my job in the textile factory..."
Li Yue choked and wiped her tears with her wrist.
Jiang Hua happened to walk out and heard Li Yue's accusation against him. He felt in his heart that this little girl had no moral ethics.
We have agreed on the salary and you accepted it, but you went to complain to my wife. What does that mean?
"Who is it? It's so wicked!"
Su Zhirou fought for her friend.
In these days, a job as a worker in a state-owned enterprise is so rare.
"That's him!"
Li Yue shed tears, turned around and pointed at Jiang Hua.
Jiang Hua's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot. He lamented that young people in this era really don't have martial ethics. You took the money, but you turned around and sued me. Can we still cooperate well?
"he?"
Su Zhirou felt her scalp numb when she saw the man's appearance clearly.
What kind of trouble has this unreliable husband caused? In the past, he only brought trouble to himself. How could he hurt his good friend Li Yue?
How could her family afford to lose the iron rice bowl of a state-owned enterprise?
"You don't know how hateful he is..."
Li Yue, blah blah blah, starting from a chance encounter at a workers' club, she revealed all the dirty stuff about Jiang Hua's so-called wealthy family, Hong Kong-funded enterprises, and Chanel partners.
The more Su Zhirou listened, the more shocked she became. Her pair of delicate and beautiful eyes stared at the boss.
My emotional husband has really not gone gambling in the past two days, but look at the things he has done. They are more terrifying than gambling. Isn’t this a scam? Be careful of someone breaking your legs.
"Why are you looking at me like that? The business of entrepreneurs cannot be called cheating, this is called strategy!"
Jiang Hua understood his wife's eyes and felt very unhappy.
He just wanted to fool Kong Zhuo. It was Kong Zhuo who deceived the female workers in these five textile factories.
He's not a liar, he didn't lie, he didn't do anything.
Jianghua and Kong Yiji defended themselves, making the two women laugh. Li Yue burst into tears and laughed, but felt embarrassed and her face turned red.
"You're the only one? Are you an entrepreneur? Small workshops in towns and villages are better than you!"
Li Yue hurt Jiang Hua mercilessly, and she was more or less resentful towards Jiang Hua.
"Li Yue, can we still cooperate well? It's not like I won't pay you a salary."
Jiang Hua felt that this Li Yue was a thorn in his side.
Look at the other four girls in the warehouse. They are very accepting of reality. Beautiful women are just pretentious!
"Jiang Hua, aren't you doing harm to others?"
Su Zhirou was heartbroken.
It's a good thing that my husband has finally given up gambling, but looking at the path he's taking now, it doesn't look like the right path.
"Zhirou, just leave it alone. I told you that I want to make your mother and daughter happy."
Jiang Hua's tone was domineering.
In this age where dragons and snakes coexist, making money honestly is not feasible. In addition to having the courage to fight and fight hard, you also need to be smart.
"Zhirou, who is he? Do you know him?"
Li Yue sensed something wrong from Jiang Hua's words just now.
"He is my husband. I'm sorry for causing you to lose your job. I will try my best to compensate you."
Su Zhirou said with an apologetic look.
Li Yue's beautiful eyes widened in surprise. When we were in the textile factory together, there were rumors that Su Zhirou's husband was a loser who was idle and living off his wife.
I didn’t expect that this big liar, Mr. Jiang, was Su Zhirou’s husband. Isn’t this very different from the rumored description?
Yes, this guy is indeed not a good person, but he is definitely not a coward or a second-rate person.
"Forget it about compensation. He can trick Kong Zhuo, the director of a large state-owned enterprise, into a fool. He is considered capable. I will trust him for once."
Li Yue waved his hand carelessly.
This has already happened, and she can't go back to the textile factory. She can't really ask Su Zhirou for compensation.
Jiang Hua felt relieved when he saw that this thorn had been settled.
Beautiful women are nothing but troublemakers. Next time you recruit female workers, you must remember this lesson.
"Zhirou, you go back first and just take care of your family. I will take care of making money."
Jiang Hua felt that with his wife beside him, he was getting in the way of doing things.
The sound of a tractor "chugging" came from the side.
"Hua Zi, I brought the fabric you asked for back to you."
Zhang Tiezhu felt that what happened today was a bit magical.
In the early morning, Fa Xiao asked him to go to the textile factory to haul a batch of fabrics back. He was dubious.
Unexpectedly, with the note in hand, the journey was smooth, and I actually received a cart full of denim at the warehouse.
This batch of goods is quite large, and it is piled high in layers on the back of the tractor.
Su Zhirou was shocked again. Denim is not cheap. It is much more expensive than ordinary cotton. How much does it cost for such a large amount of goods?
Where did my husband get so much money? He wouldn't be arrested by the police for fraud, would he?
"Li Yue, come in with me, let's have a meeting, and then start work."
Jiang Hua rubbed his eyebrows.
He didn't know how to explain it to his wife, so he simply didn't explain it.
On one wall of this old warehouse hangs an old blackboard, which was used for accounting in the grain depot.
Jiang Hua picked up the chalk and drew a sketch on the blackboard.
"Do you know what this is?"
He tapped on the blackboard.
"Bell-bottom pants, they look so rare."
Li Yue curled her lips in disdain.
Textile factories are in line with the garment industry, and the young people in the factories are the first to wear bell-bottom pants in Jiangzhou.
"Do you know how much a pair of bell-bottom pants costs?"
Jiang Hua felt more and more that this Li Yue was a thorn in his side.
"That's really valuable. Fifty yuan a piece is almost two months' salary."
Li Yue is a factory belle, and there are so many young people around her.
Not only did she know that a pair of bell-bottom pants cost fifty yuan, but she also knew that there was no local stock in Jiangzhou and that the young people in the factory had asked someone to bring them back from outside.
"Let's do this. For every pair of bell-bottoms we produce, I'll give you a dime commission."
Jiang Hua slapped the blackboard.
Don’t think that a dime is too little. If a female worker produces 500 pairs of bell-bottom pants a month, that’s a commission of 50 yuan.
Chapter completed!