The door of the courtyard house has been welded dead

"Ceramics? No, you must have heard it wrong. Our factory used to be a steel rolling mill, not a ceramic factory~!"

Qin Huairu rubbed the wool in the paper box in her hands and felt the texture of the cashmere without even raising her head. She had never heard that the factory was producing ceramics.

If it comes to military weapons, then she knows a little about ceramics, things that have nothing to do with steel.

"Well, I got the jar for you. I didn't pay attention when transporting it, and a small piece of the base at the bottom was knocked off. It can't be sold anymore. You can take it back later~!"

Qin Huairu's answer did not seem to surprise Manager Zhuang. Instead, she took out a lantern bottle the size of a basketball from the cabinet.

The outside of the bottle is pink with colorful branches and leaves, and the inside is white glaze. It looks very pleasing and in line with Emperor Qianlong's aesthetic taste.

Qin Huairu, who was originally selecting wool and feeling the color difference, suddenly had her eyes light up. Something that costs nothing looks good no matter how you look at it.

The only flaw is at the bottom of the bottle. No one would pay special attention to this place. The painting on the bottle looks different from that of ordinary people.

"How can I be so embarrassed? Such a beautiful bottle, no matter how much it costs, I can't let you suffer a loss, Manager Zhuang~!"

"It's no loss. These are all defective goods. They can't be sold. They are not antiques. I just want to scare foreigners. Bottles like these should be destroyed normally. They are not sold to the public, so as not to reduce the reputation of our hotel. It's okay for you to take them back and use them yourself~!"

"However, this wool cannot be destroyed. It can still be used and normally should be returned to the department store. But because the price is low, they have also digested it internally~!"

Qin Huairu didn't know that the factory could also produce ceramics, so Manager Zhuang didn't mention it again. Instead, he talked about some more confidential matters inside the hotel.

"You should pay for this wool. The quality is really good. You can't take it for free. I'm a seamstress and the team leader of the sewing workshop in the factory. I can tell whether the fabric or wool is good just by touching it~!"

The lantern vase was picked up for free, at least 10 or 20 yuan. Qin Huairu also knew that the wool was in short supply. Good wool was very expensive, and a ticket was required. Of course, she did not forget to show off her abilities and position.

Anyway, didn’t Cui Dake say it before? Come out and earn your own face.

"Oh, your factory also has a sewing workshop. No, sister-in-law, didn't you just say that there is a steel plant in front?"

Manager Zhuang was lying on the table, stuffing balls of wool into a box and writing the invoice by hand. When he heard Qin Huairu say this, he immediately raised his head and asked curiously.

Steel and ceramics don't go together, but there doesn't seem to be a necessary connection between steel mills and sewing. Manager Zhuang, with a smile on his face, seemed to have touched something.

"Hey, this sewing workshop was established not long ago, just last year. Every day, we are asked to sew those green vests and work overtime. Fortunately, I am scheduled for the day shift these days. If I were on the night shift, I would not have time to come. I got this bargain~!"

On the invoice issued by Manager Zhuang, the original price of the cashmere yarn was 40 yuan per pound, but the number 40 was crossed out and changed to 15.

Although the price is higher than that of ordinary cotton yarn, Qin Huairu can accept it. One disadvantage of blended cotton yarn is that it is prickly and irritating when worn.

The high-grade cashmere yarn feels very comfortable against the back of your hand, and you can feel it very intuitively.

A pound of wool is enough to knit two sweaters for Banggen and Xiaodang. Of course, I can also wear it in the workshop to show off to the female workers. "Vest?"

Manager Zhuang was immediately very interested. He took out two balls from the box next to him and stuffed them into Qin Huairu's box. Although the colors were different, the free stuff still made Qin Huairu smile from ear to ear.

Manager Zhuang is straightforward in doing business, and Qin Huairu is also a straightforward person, so at this moment, they completely forgot about confidentiality.

Now I am only thinking about getting on good terms with Manager Zhuang so that it will be convenient for me to continue to take advantage of him in the future.

"Yes, I make the same style of vests all day long, with a pocket on the chest and another on the back. I don't know what they are used for, but the quota is too high. Even if I recruit a group of people, I can't keep up~!"

I watched with joy as Manager Zhuang tied up the wool box. A box of ten balls of wool became twelve balls. Even if there was some color difference, I could just wear it inside. Those with color difference could just be put on the back.

"Oh, that's very tiring. My brother Cui is already the workshop director. I'll transfer you to their factory one day, and you'll be able to relax a little bit~!"

He slowly tied up the wool box and then packed the bottles. Manager Zhuang was not in a hurry to take Qin Huairu to the counter to pay. Instead, he poured her a glass of water and started chatting with her.

"No, I don't want to go even if I'm offered to go now. You don't know. It's better to be busy. We can get overtime pay if we're busy. I'm not afraid of you laughing at me. If it weren't for the salary increase, I wouldn't dare to buy these things~!"

Qin Huairu quietly covered her mouth with her hands and smiled happily when she spoke of this. Only then could life have meaning. If one could spend a dime wisely, life would have meaning.

"Liu Haizhong from the Red Star Community, Deputy Director Liu, is also an old employee of your factory. I heard from Brother Cui a few days ago when we were having dinner together that he is quite powerful in your factory. He is the one who allocated housing to the people in your institute. How could he be so careless as to go to the street office?"

From the beginning to the end, Manager Zhuang was the one leading the conversation between the two people, and his eyes would occasionally glance at Cui Dake who was still shopping in the daily magazine area.

"Qi, don't you think this is a coincidence? Liu Haizhong is my old neighbor. He is old now, and sometimes he likes to brag a little. Old Liu was transferred to the street office, but he didn't go. He is just an ordinary worker in the factory, a seventh-level worker. The distribution of housing is the job of their housing distribution committee~!"

"He is not as good as me. At least I am in the workshop, a well-known team leader with a name and a surname, and I can manage more than a dozen people. Don't even think about allocating housing to those people in the institute. It's useless. I even know the director of the institute. He won't go to the streets and will be a worker all his life. This guy is addicted to power!"

Qin Huairu's evaluation of Old Liu was very objective, with a hint of disdain in her tone. If it weren't for his son Liu Guangqi being chosen by Li Feng, he would have to be his uncle in the yard forever.

In terms of management ability, Qin Huairu is much better than Lao Liu. He has been a seventh-level worker all his life, but he has never been promoted and is not even a team leader. But Qin Huairu has become a team leader at a young age.

"Sister, don't joke with me. You don't even know the ceramics I just mentioned. Those ceramics are produced by your factory's research institute. The ceramics we transported from other places are just like this bottle. They are easily bumped and scratched. Foreigners like our ceramics, so we want to find a manufacturer near Beijing to supply us. That's how we found out~!"

Manager Zhuang smiled and waved his hands, thinking that Qin Huairu was joking with him. How could she, an ordinary worker, really know the leader of a special department in the factory? Although he didn't say so, his words still carried a sense of disbelief in Qin Huairu.

Once the desire to win was aroused, Qin Huairu no longer cared about anything else. In her eyes, Manager Zhuang was already one of her own.

"Manager Zhuang, please don't really not believe it. Others may not know who the mysterious director of our factory is, but I really do know where he lives. I even know where he lives. You may not believe it when I tell you, because I've been to his house in person~!" (End of this chapter)