Then your friends promised to go to Li Jingming Brick and Tile Factory to place orders.
"Use it, use it, and you will know when you pull it in."
Li Jingming smiled and looked at Song Siyang's old expression, feeling that he seemed to have aged a lot in the past six months.
"Let's go in and talk first."
Song Siyang patted Li Jingcheng's back, and the two of them walked towards the venue.
Gao Bin hurried to the doorman and shouted: "Hurry up and let the car in. This is Mr. Song's friend."
After Gao Bin finished speaking, two people came out of the guard room, moved the large wooden stake blocking the entrance of the venue to one side, waved to the car outside the door, and the furniture was smoothly pulled into the venue.
Li Jingming was taken to the office by Song Siyang. As soon as he entered the door, Li Jingming looked at it to see where the bamboo sofa he made would be suitable.
In the mines, workers lived in simple houses, and the leader's office was also very simple. Putting his bamboo sofa here made Li Jingming feel really sad.
"Tell me, why are you here with Uncle Song?"
As Song Siyang spoke, he had already made a cup of fine Longjing for Li Jingming.
"Uncle Song, I specially made you a bamboo sofa to thank you. I hope you won't dislike it. This is all I have at the moment."
Li Jingming took the tea with both hands and smiled modestly.
"I didn't do anything, so what do you want to thank me for?
You kid, you've become a big boss and you're still so humble, your skills and talents are not wasted."
Recalling how Li Jingming was in the mine, Song Siyang felt that after all, he was old and had no energy left.
At the moment, there are no old people or young people, so I just like to stay in the big ravine, where the environment is good, the air is good, and it's quiet.
"Uncle Song, if it weren't for you, how could my brick and tile factory make money so quickly? I know it was you who introduced the business to me in private."
Li Jingming looked sincere and expressed his heartfelt thanks to Song Siyang for his help.
"I haven't done anything, but since you've already brought this sofa, don't even think about taking it away."
Song Siyang said jokingly, and Li Jingming listened and responded happily: "The necessary ones have been sent to Uncle Song. There is no way to say that they are taking them away."
The two were drinking tea in the office. In the yard, Zhao Ergou had already directed the workers to unload the sofa from the car.
The workers gathered around to watch the fun, and most of them knew Li Jingming. Li Jingming wanted to say hello to them, but as soon as he got off the car, he saw Song Siyang walking towards him. He was focused on talking for a while and did not say anything to that person.
Say hello to co-workers.
On the way here, Li Jingming told Zhao Ergou in advance that the sofa would be unloaded as soon as the car drove into the factory.
In the simple version, one is placed in each worker's house.
After placing them, he moved the ones given to Song Siyang to his office.
The sofa was unloaded onto the open space, and its exquisite appearance immediately attracted the attention of the workers. After a while, people gathered around it.
Everyone stared at the sofa as if watching the excitement, wondering what it was used for.
"Brother, what is Li Jingming pulling this big stool for?"
People who knew Li Jingming couldn't help but asked Zhao Ergou out of curiosity.
"Brother, this is not called a big stool. People in the city call this a sofa.
This is given to you by our boss Li. Wherever the house you live is, I will move it in for you."
After Zhao Ergou finished speaking, everyone could no longer stand.
How could such an exquisite sofa be given to them?
He was saying that if it were really given to them, how could they dare to accept it without the boss saying anything?
"Brother, this sofa was given to us. Can we move it back when we go home?"
"No, brother, our boss Li gave this to this place. Move it to your room so you can enjoy it."
Many of the excitement I had just raised was extinguished in an instant.
What does it mean to say that it was given to them but not allowed to be taken away?
"Brother, you only have ten. We built several new dormitories last year, and this is not enough."
Someone was muttering dissatisfiedly, Zhao Ergou pretended not to hear, and then he had an idea and said: "Just because we don't let you go doesn't mean you can't buy it. We are from the County Chengxin Furniture Factory, and a sofa like this only costs 60 yuan. In addition,
We also give you a small cabinet. A sofa worth 60 yuan will last at least 50 or 60 years.
Moreover, our factory’s after-sales policy stipulates that if there is any quality problem with this sofa within thirty years, it will be replaced with a new one.”
On the way here, Li Jingming had already told Zhao Ergou that he should pretend not to listen to questions that others asked and could not answer, or that he felt were inappropriate to answer. Remember that the purpose of coming today was to promote 'Integrity Furniture'.
Zhao Ergou was salivating as he spoke, while Gao Bin had already ordered the kitchen to make noodles for six or seven people.
When Gao Bin came back, he couldn't help but smile when he saw Zhao Ergou standing in the middle, introducing everyone to the benefits of the sofa next to him.
Song Siyang is right, Li Jingming is a very good person.
Gao Bin stood aside and listened for a while, then went to find Song Siyang.
"Mr. Song, the person in front of Mr. Li of the furniture factory said that ten sofas were given to the factory, one for each migrant worker dormitory. Do you think we should accept it or not?"
Gao Bin was familiar with Li Jingming before, but now he knew that he had opened a furniture factory again, so he deliberately teased him.
Furniture factory?
Song Siyang looked at Li Jingming with a bewildered expression, and instantly understood what was going on.
He said, "How can this guy deliver furniture to me if he doesn't work in a good brick and tile factory? He has entered another industry."
This young man really has enough brains.
"Mr. Li, what's going on?"
Song Siyang pretended to be confused and displeased, and his face darkened.
"Uncle Song, it's like this. You may not know that my grandfather was a carpenter before. He made a living by making furniture for people around the village.
He is a craftsman and relies on his superb craftsmanship to support our whole family.
My father is a sole proprietor, and because he doesn’t like working with wood, he didn’t pass on my grandfather’s craftsmanship.
When it comes to my generation, I have learned some superficial skills from my grandfather since I was a child. As soon as my grandfather taught me a few skills, the people disappeared.
My grandfather’s wish before he died was to pass on his craftsmanship, so I thought about his long-cherished wish to open a furniture factory.”
Li Jingming took his time and explained everything clearly.
Song Siyang nodded and said to Gao Bin: "Let's go to the yard and have a look."
He wanted to see what kind of furniture would be delivered to him.
Song Siyang began to travel around the world when he was still underage. In an era when poverty and war coexisted, he worked alone to reach where he is today. He has never seen anything strange.
But when he saw the bamboo sofa that Li Jingming wanted to give to him, he couldn't help but sigh, he was indeed a craftsman.
"Gao Bin, this sofa is well made. Take it. Which dormitory wants it? Register with you on a first-come, first-served basis. The only requirement is that when the dormitory staff leave, they must ensure that the sofa is not damaged. If it is damaged, the price will be charged.