Me who fears women travels with beautiful girls

Chapter 301 2, Mess

Song Wenbin looked at the cup of milk in front of him, feeling like laughing for some reason, he pushed the cup of milk aside and said, "I know you are in a hurry, but nothing in this world is done in a hurry , I just did some calculations, the factory will still lose money if it continues to operate, my dad’s idea is to sell the factory for cash, what do you think?”

Everyone's eyes widened.

The old Zhangtou was a little angry for a moment, and he said: "I have been working for more than 20 years, and I sell it if I say it? Is it too unreasonable?"

"I have long seen that Lao Song is not a good person!"

The scarfaced man yelled loudly.

"That's right. After selling the factory, he took the money and left. Let's leave here to drink the northwest wind." Other workers echoed.

"It was agreed at the beginning that we can continue to work, but now it's good. It's only 20 years and we can't hold on."

……

Seeing that they were arguing again, Song Wenbin couldn't get in his mouth, so he sat on the chair and unscrewed the glass of milk, and took a sip slowly.After taking a sip, he was slightly surprised that this bottle of milk tasted surprisingly good.

There should be some fermented glutinous rice in it, there is a faint smell of wine, very sweet, but not obtrusive.

He couldn't help but took another sip, smacked his lips, and tasted a little sweet-scented osmanthus and honey from it.

After arguing, a group of people didn't make a fuss about it. Although they were very excited, they had no choice but to have no ability to make decisions. In the end, they could only look at the old man and said, "Brother Zhang, you Look at this man..."

Old Zhangtou asked, "Xiao Song, what are you going to do?"

"I want to hear your opinions." Song Wenbin put down the bottle and said slowly: "Why don't you want to sell the factory? Let me tell you, three or four thousand a month is not too much, so why not go out and do something?" Not three or four thousand a month."

"We have been doing this thing for more than 20 years. Going out to do other things. You put it lightly. We are all over 50 years old. If you ask me to do something else, I will do something else!" The scar-faced boy said angrily: " I don't care if you can open it or not, but we signed a lifetime contract at the beginning, even if the factory doesn't open, you won't lose a penny of what's due."

"There is such a contract?" Song Wenbin was surprised, and said, "Show me."

One of the workers went to the broken chair beside him, flopped under it, took out a pile of torn paper from under the chair, put it on the table in front of Song Wenbin, and said, "No, that's it, you Let's see."

Looking at the pile of rotten and yellow torn papers, Song Wenbin murmured: "Put the contract on the table, you can really do it...

"We have this thing on hand, and if it breaks down, we have a backup at home." The skinny worker said slyly.

Song Wenbin was speechless, he reluctantly unfolded the pile of torn papers and began to read.Indeed, it was an ancient contract that clearly stated that these workers were employed for life and paid every month until retirement.Even after retiring at the age of 60, you have to have a retirement salary. The retirement salary is not much, only 60.00% of the pre-retirement salary, and the current salary is [-].

After reading the contract, Song Wenbin was the first and the second big. He never expected that his father would be able to come up with such an unfathomable contract in today's market economy. I really don't know what he thought at the beginning.My family is not a big business, but a small workshop.

"How did you sign this thing in the first place?"

Song Wenbin couldn't help asking.

"Let me tell you, boy. If it weren't for our brothers back then, the business license of this factory would not have been obtained at all." The scar-faced man raised his palms and said, "If the country hadn't given preferential policies for the resettlement of veterans, we would have relied on Can your father's relationship last until today?"

Song Wenbin looked at the palm of the man with two fingers missing, and suddenly realized.

He was in awe and asked, "What's your name?"

"My surname is Wang." The scar-faced man said bluntly: "Anyway, I don't care what you arrange, whether or not we will do this business in the future, our contract is here, and your father and your uncle also agreed with us back then, As long as we do it, give us the treatment we deserve. Even if your family doesn't want to do it now, you have to give us a proper arrangement."

Song Wenbin made up his mind, five of the nine people were veterans, and the contract was very tough.Five people add up to nearly 20 yuan a year after retirement. Where can he get these resettlement funds? This dilapidated factory building may not be able to sell for much money...

Thoughts quickly circulated in Song Wenbin's mind.

"I understand what you mean, but please don't get excited. It's useless to get excited. I'm just asking about the situation. It was my father's plan to sell the factory, but he doesn't care about it now. To be honest, before I came I settled the accounts with Uncle Zhang, he told me that even if this factory is discounted, it won’t be enough money, right?”

Song Wenbin looked at the old Zhangtou beside him.

Old Zhang was stunned, this factory really can't cash in a few dollars, it's true.But why doesn't he remember that he discussed it with this kid.

But when Song Wenbin asked this question, he couldn't deny it, so he could only stammer and say: "Yes...it's not worth a lot of money."

After hearing Song Wenbin's words, all the workers' faces softened a little.

"You have to pay us these two months' wages if you don't discount it. It's not an option to procrastinate like this." Scarface King said: "We can't let us do it for nothing, we are all lucky people, and we live by our wages." .”

Upon hearing this, the other workers also echoed in outrage.

"There is no need to emphasize such trivial matters."

Song Wenbin said lightly, "I came here this time for only one thing, and that is to make this place operate again. But you have also seen the situation now. The business has not been doing well in the past two years. In addition, the things you produce are originally There is no competitiveness, just those clothes, those rackets, let your own children use them?"

"Why can't it be used? My mother-in-law wears that clothes and goes to the field when she has nothing to do." A worker on the side raised an argument.

Everyone couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Song Wenbin shook his head, and said indifferently: "Don't make things so complicated, it's a fact that things can't be sold, but I don't blame you, after all, it's not up to you to decide what to produce or not to produce, but since you are at work, you must have The way you look at work. Playing cards in the office in broad daylight, watching the boss ask for money when he comes, is this the attitude of going to work?"

Although his attitude was calm, his words were not polite.

Several workers widened their eyes after hearing this, and Scarface King said loudly, "Hey? You're not too young and you're not too young. We have nothing to do and why are you here?"

"I don't do anything, I'll send money." Song Wenbin said coldly.

Scarface King seemed to be strangled by someone, he was speechless, and all the workers were speechless, looking at each other in blank dismay.

Song Wenbin suddenly smiled and said: "To be honest, three or four thousand a month looks shabby to me. At such an age, it's not embarrassing for others not to say you yourself, but since you met me, when you are fooling around, you don't feel ashamed." It’s over, no matter what you were doing before, you have to stand up now, work hard, and strive to earn seven or eight thousand a month, isn’t it good?”

"Seven or eight thousand? Really?" Several workers' eyes lit up, and the young man's attitude immediately changed.

"Why not." Song Wenbin said slowly while drinking milk.

Now these workers stopped arguing, and some workers even took out tea from the cabinet, poured tea for Song Wenbin attentively, and asked, "Then boss, when will we increase the tea to seven or eight thousand?" What about the month?"

"Why don't you go down and sweep the floor first?" Song Wenbin leaned back on the chair and said expressionlessly, "Isn't it uncomfortable for you to stay in such a dirty place?"

Forehead…

Several people looked at each other.

The old Zhangtou on the side also said: "Okay, don't talk about it, come down with me to clean it up, don't just play cards all day long when you have nothing to do."

"You don't have to go." Song Wenbin took a sip of his milk and said, "You stay, I have something to tell you."

Lao Zhang didn't move his head, and the other workers were reprimanded by Song Wenbin, and now they were honest, and they filed out and went downstairs to sweep the floor.

After all the workers had left, Lao Zhangtou sighed, looked at Song Wenbin leaning on the chair with a complicated expression, and said, "You are quite calm, Lao Song gave birth to a good son."

Song Wenbin didn't respond. He said calmly: "There's no need to say polite words, Uncle Zhang. The situation is very serious now, the capital chain is broken, and there are no orders. If we continue to do what we did before, we can only end up dead."

"Who says it's not." Lao Zhang said with a headache: "But there is no way to do it. Originally, I used to rely on connections for a living, and the country still has some subsidies. Now... hey, don't talk about it, I don't care about it. Know how to go this way."

"Kill those production lines."

Song Wenbin said: "Sell the useful equipment to other factories, and sell the useless equipment as scrap iron."

The old Zhangtou was surprised when he heard it, and said, "Didn't you just say that you would continue to work?"

"That's right, but I didn't say to reproduce the old things." Song Wenbin said.

"Then what are you going to do?" the old man asked curiously.

After thinking about it, Song Wenbin suddenly raised the small glass feeding bottle in his hand and asked with great interest, "Where did you get this thing?"

The old man froze for a moment, and said, "Isn't this fermented glutinous rice milk? Haven't you ever drank it? Isn't it everywhere?"

Song Wenbin has indeed drank glutinous glutinous rice milk, which is one of the characteristics of City H, but he only drank it in plastic cups before, and those street vendors would sell it in plastic cups in the morning, and those who went to work would have a cup in the morning. Eat it with noodles or other breakfasts, drink hot to warm your stomach in winter, and drink ice to relieve heat in summer.

Of course, the recipe of this stuff is not a secret, there are various kinds, and each family has its own method. Some people will add a little glutinous rice balls in it, and some will add eggs.But this time the drink is sweet-scented osmanthus honey.

"Of course I drank it, I mean, this glass bottle." Song Wenbin said.

"Oh~ you said glass bottle."

Old Zhangtou said: "This is the business of a bottling factory next door. They will bottle the fermented glutinous rice milk, and then send it to several local middle schools at noon. The students there like to drink this at noon and put it in the cafeteria. It sells for three yuan and fifty cents a bottle, and the income is not bad. I know the neighbor very well, and I often go there to see it, and bring a few bottles back for the workers to drink if there is nothing to do."

"I see."

Song Wenbin asked: "Then why don't we do it, if the income is stable."

"Ah?" The old man didn't expect Song Wenbin's thoughts to jump so fast, he said speechlessly: "The stable income also has something to do with it. There are too many people selling fermented glutinous rice milk. Why should other schools want yours? Besides Well, this city H is only this big, and there are only a few schools, the market has already been saturated."

"Have you ever thought about selling it?"

Song Wenbin immediately asked, "Sell to other cities."

"This... I... haven't thought about it."

The old Zhangtou hesitated and said: "However... this stuff can't be kept for a long time, and the shelf life is only a few days. I see that their bottling factory always makes 80.00% of the order. They would rather sell a little less every day than sell more. It was produced and then broke. Selling it to other cities...will it be too late..."

"so…"

Song Wenbin looked at the small glass bottle in front of him, and his thoughts came alive.As for the things his family made before, he will definitely not do them again.It's fine if the skills are not as good as people's, and if you don't have the relationship with your uncle when he was in power, ghosts don't want it.If you really want to invest in research and development, you don't know how much investment, where will he get the money.What's more, outdoor products have a narrow audience, and the replacement is slow. A table tennis racket may not be replaced every few years after being bought back.

But the consumer goods market is different. Humans have a natural need for desserts. If you eat desserts today, you will have to eat them tomorrow. Besides, the technical barriers to these desserts are not high, and the production is not complicated. The only problem is sales and competition.

But now, as the first brother of the outdoor live broadcast at Station D, he must have a certain ability to bring goods. It would be great if he could bring some local specialties. If the specialties are still produced by himself...

After thinking about it, Song Wenbin felt that his idea had some testable value.

He stood up, picked up the vial, and said, "Come with me to the bottling factory next door first."

(End of this chapter)