My Lord, you need to stand up!

Chapter 134 Look how special it is

We really need to recruit people desperately.

As long as the machine is prepared with rolled raw materials, it can spit out finished products non-stop.

There are tens of thousands of products a day, and it takes twenty or thirty people to package them.

These days, developing a packaging production line is far less difficult than simply hiring a bunch of people to do it manually.

There are too many people who want to have jobs.

Of course, the term "unemployed population" will not be mentioned at this time.

For example, a pharmaceutical factory may have lost its market application for the drugs it produces, or there may be alternative processes for making ampoules and injections. In short, once it is abandoned in the national structure of unified purchase and sale, it will immediately be out of business.

The factory has been shut down for nearly a year. Not all factories have the determination of Xishan Factory to make a desperate shift, and not all factories have the fate of Hongguang Factory where titanium ingots will actually become more and more valuable.

As long as the factory leaders are a little bit corrupt or take a wrong step, everyone in the factory will lose their jobs.

In the 1970s, being a worker was a sure-fire job, and countless people risked their lives to return to the city from the countryside just to get a job in a factory.

It's just like later when you work hard to pass the civil service exam and think you'll get in, but the process later became relatively fair and transparent. In that era, there were so many dramas of people selling themselves, selling their houses, and abandoning their families.

As a result, when the times changed, we found ourselves completely left on the shore to die.

So Dong Xueying and Shen Cuiyue crossed the road side by side and walked to the factory gate, where they saw a lot of noise inside. A dozen young people transferred from the factory and the spicy hot pot restaurant were desperately trying to resist the verbal attacks from the unemployed workers!

It is said that it is a small factory with only a few hundred people, and maybe all the neighbors, relatives and family members have come, so there are a lot of people.

And there were actually big-character posters on the wall at the entrance, and some people were holding banners, all with the theme of "We can't take the capitalist road, we can't let capitalists swallow us up..."

The handwriting is quite good and the word choice is quite exquisite.

Shen Cuiyue immediately gritted her teeth, feeling rather embarrassed, and rolled up her sleeves: "What have these shameless lazy bums got to do with our family? I'm going to transfer all the Malatang staff over here and beat you to death!"

Dong Xueying still heard two important messages, but quickly pulled him back: "No, no, you can't do this at this time. It doesn't seem like you know everyone in the restaurant very well."

Jianghu girl thought to herself, "Oh, I let the cat out of the bag."

Then change the direction: "It's okay, I'll go to the city right away to find someone to contact the old boss here and find some thugs to deal with them. These bastards are afraid of bad people!"

Dong Xueying hugged her waist tightly: "No, no, really no, if Weidong were here, he would definitely not use these methods to deal with things, I'll do it, I'll do it!"

As he spoke, he loosened his waist, adjusted the bag carrying his baby and his hair, and walked towards the angry crowd.

Jianghu girl was shocked.

Damn, isn't this almost like being hit by a dump truck? A young woman like you carrying a baby, won't you be crushed to pieces?
Dong Xueying, however, was not afraid at all. She followed the chaotic crowd of hundreds or even thousands of people and squeezed forward from the back, saying softly: "Thank you, please make way..." "Let me go to the front, thank you." "Thank you, sorry..."

Everyone turned around to see a young woman carrying a child, and they all gave way involuntarily.

Some aunties and grandmas also reached out to block her: "Be careful! Don't hit the child with your hands!"

"We're taking care of the child, don't make a fuss and scare him! Keep your voice down!"

Even in times of chaos like this, people who see her will become kind.

It wasn't as majestic as Moses breaking through the sea, but it immediately squeezed out a small gap that allowed the young woman to pass through.

In order to ensure that there is someone to hold the baby when Weidong is at home, the two sisters wear dresses and leather sandals every day, changing them up and wearing them in different ways, which is a lot of fun.

But when her husband was not at home, she would change back into a cloth shirt, coarse cloth pants and buckled sandals, looking no different from any other young wife on the street.

When she walks up a few steps to the main entrance of the factory building and turns around to comb her short hair to her ears, people will think, oh, this young wife is pretty.

The old street near the pier owned by the Dong sisters is definitely famous for its beauty.

The younger sister is pretty and smart, while the older sister is gentle and quiet.

Dong Xueying has a slightly square chin, a dark complexion, and is not tall. Carrying her baby on her back makes her originally tall curves look bloated.

Any good-looking woman who cares about her appearance would not want to present herself like this to everyone.

But she usually doesn't have time to cover it up.

Even now, when he looked up and faced everyone who had suddenly become quiet, there was a unique kind of stubbornness and tenacity on his face.

This is her greatest characteristic.

His voice was quiet. "I'm from Shangzhou. We're also along the river. There are three cotton and linen factories, a winery, and a grain and oil factory. Every day they dump garbage out to the river. I've been picking up garbage with a group of women and children since I was a child. Because I have a bad background, I'm not qualified to work in the factory..."

When she walked by, everyone thought she was a new force coming to the front line with her child in her arms.

Unexpectedly, the young people who were desperately trying to block the way to the building entrance saw her and immediately surrounded her and went to meet her.

There was a moment of noise, but it was mostly a wait to see what she had to say.

Because it was so unexpected, after all the resistance, this young woman appeared.

Although it boosted male morale, it also weakened their confrontational nature.

Her gentle words only drew even more people's attention. The occasional whisper was pulled aside to quiet down, so they couldn't hear clearly. They could all hear her empathy: "... Until the end of last year, many of us were still rummaging through the garbage every day, braving the scorching heat of charcoal slag. We rushed to collect the greasy paper, ignoring the possibility of metal components hidden in it. Even when we got bloodied, we'd just wash it off with river water, because we had to survive. Back then, there were porters at the dock—do they even exist in Jiangzhou?—who would carry things for others using a backpack..."

There was actually some interaction below: "Bang Bang, Jiangzhou uses a carrying pole and a stick to help people move things."

Dong Xueying smiled gently, a bit like a kindergarten teacher caring for her child. "Oh, thank you. Anyway, he's our hard worker. He learned to drive a truck at the dock. He already has a stable job and eats government food, but he just found a group of drivers to haul goods and stones, so that all the garbage pickers can come and unload the goods. Everyone can earn money by sweating, instead of risking their lives. We move the stones to various construction sites in Shangzhou, and since then, no women or children have to pick up garbage by the river in Shangzhou."

I don't know who started clapping, but suddenly many people started clapping along.

Shen Cuiyue, who was originally standing outside the factory gate, couldn't help but move closer quietly, otherwise she couldn't hear clearly.

Are you surprised that this woman is so powerful?

And it was actually a bit sweet, they all came from the docks.

Dong Xueying really honed her abilities by frequently facing so many people at the dock over the past six months.

He spoke in a leisurely tone, "Yes, I heard some people say he made money... Really not. If he did, the people moving things would still have to pick up trash. He figured out other ways to make money. For example, our Shangzhou slaughterhouse kills hundreds of pigs every day. We make leather from the skins and sausages from the intestines, and we sell the pork to everyone. But no one wants the offal, so he buys it very cheap. Every day we cook it into delicious five-spice pork intestines and salt-baked heart and lungs, and sell them for fifty cents a pound. That way, everyone on the dock has meat to eat after get off work."

I wonder if anyone can see business opportunities in this.

In the 1980s when personal business was almost non-existent, as long as you were willing to put aside your pride and work hard in this kind of small business, you would definitely make money.

But now everyone saw that stubborn and resilient face, with a slightly raised chin, full of pride and smiles.

He raised his hand to gesture, "Finally, we invented a machine this big... It can produce a sanitary napkin this big, for women to use during their monthly period. No more illnesses, no more embarrassing period bleeding, no more mobility issues, and they can even continue to live and work normally..."

There’s no way to tell what happened next, as more than half of the people present were women, and they all switched sides.

They all shouted at once, "I know, I know, it's that factory over there by the university. They were selling it a few days ago. I know! I want it, and I want it now!"

"Can I come to work? I can do the work, I can do it..."

"You said it so nicely, you will definitely want us to do something, right?"

"Little sister, we are very efficient in our work. It's those people in the factory who are messing around!"

"Sister, I've taken accounting classes, so I can do the math. I can handle all the old factory accounts..."

Completely suppressed the young woman's voice.

Shen Cuiyue couldn't close her little mouth under the mask.

This is probably a bit like the temperament of an old lady.

But even if this is her territory, her family education idea is that if a man finds this woman, he must get her and things can be settled without much effort.

So he immediately squeezed over from the corner, hugged Dong Xueying affectionately, and then turned around and took off his mask.

Taking advantage of the moment when everyone was stunned and silent, he said as loudly as he could: "That's right, our factory is to clean out those useless people who don't do anything. As long as you are willing to work hard, you can get 20 or 30 yuan a day. You can get paid every day. Now please line up here to sign up..."

Even if the scene became noisy for a moment, it was no longer the confrontation as before.

All of them turned into active registrations.

Even if there are still a few voices shouting not to be cheated, no one is listening!

I don’t know if letting Weidong do it alone will have the same effect as these two girls.

But he obviously fits the situation that had been expressed to Dong Xueying long ago. Only after the rear was sorted out could he go out and show his talents.

There must be several large packages of sanitary napkins in the car. Weidong took one bag to Editor-in-Chief Feng and said, "The women in your family or work can try this. This is a life-changing product that can be promoted in national newspapers. I will also take this product to Zhuan'ertai to advertise soon. Currently, it is only sold in Shanghai's foreign-related stores, and it costs 50 cents to 1 yuan per piece. Now we can get it down to 10 cents per piece. If we sell more in the future, we may be able to get it even cheaper. Do you think this has the significance of reform and opening up?"

The grown man held the packaging in his hands, unable to let it go. "Not bad, the appearance is quite elegant, and the label is nice and presentable. You really put a lot of thought into it. Oh, you even made a diagram..."

Finally, I felt it was a little hot and quickly put it back in the bag.

It was natural for Weidong to bring this up: "We want to make this available to all women across the country, especially those in rural areas who make up the majority of the population. So we hope to get this product into the Supply and Marketing Cooperatives for sale. We usually sell it at one yuan a bag, while the Women's Federations and related organizations at all levels buy it for 80 cents a bag. We can give the Supply and Marketing Cooperatives 60 cents, and they will deliver this product to villages across the country."

Twenty or thirty years from now, this request will absolutely be considered unthinkable.

What is the concept of the Supply and Marketing Cooperative? It is a huge organization that still exists after forty years.

His leadership level is similar to that of the bigwigs in the General Administration of Sports.

Counties and towns across the country continue to serve as material stations for commodities with significant social value.

There is so much bargaining behind the products that can be included in the list.

But this is a groundbreaking women's product, a new thing that has never existed before, and it is indeed worth including.

The editor-in-chief of the Central News Agency branch, in particular, truly understood the relationship. "You know the Supply and Marketing Cooperative... That's our neighbor in the building in Pingjing where almost all the journalists from the news organizations develop their photos. Okay, I'll report this to the headquarters for you, and we'll try to turn this whole incident into a series of reports. How long will you be staying in Chengdu?"

Weidong was very busy: "Let's go and see what's going on with Old Yu. If he really has a problem, then he can do business with us and take care of the work of the Rongdu office... I should go back to Jiangzhou via the Xishan factory. I have another factory in Shangzhou that I need to report to the city."

The editor-in-chief looked at him a few more times and said, "Go ahead. Old Yu has his own special reasons for what happened, but you can't just leave the organization like that. Come back and meet me. Maybe we'll have some news from the headquarters."

Of course, Weidong has to say a few words of thanks.

(End of this chapter)