I'm really just the village head

"Captain Liu, didn't you just take away five thousand sets not long ago? As long as there is a leader's note, I won't stop..."

Faced with Liu Fuwang's return with the two, Wang Xinmin, director of the Jiangnan garment factory, was helpless.

These clothes can't be sold, can they get them back and distribute them to the members?

Need so much?

"Director Wang, there is no leadership note this time. We will buy them all." Liu Chunlai was a little surprised. Is his father really famous?

Even the old man knew that he was the captain.

But when I think about it, it’s not surprising that the garment factory in the village used to sub-plan tasks from the Jiangnan garment factory.

"Buy? Why are you buying this? Although it is cheap, it's useless. There are nearly 30,000 sets in the factory!" Wang Xinmin reminded him, "If it could be sold, it would have been sold. There are already ten in the factory. No wages are paid every month, and the cadres and employees are on holiday..."

"Didn't it say that all work clothes can be dealt with for just over 80,000 yuan?" Liu Chunlai did not answer.

Can't let the other party know.

Otherwise, there is nothing wrong with them.

Moreover, Liu Chunlai is also preparing to swallow the Jiangnan garment factory facing bankruptcy.

He made clothing in the early stage, and later developed to a certain level that he could enter leather manufacturing. Someday he could also take his sister-in-law to run away, and then let countless small vendors selling leather products promote his reputation.

"Yes, the county treasury can't afford to pay, and the factory has not paid wages for ten months, so this batch of garments will be processed by the factory.

Wang Xinmin did not hide anything.

Upon hearing this, Liu Chunlai put the travel bag in his hand on Wang Xinmin's desk.

Under the gaze of a few people, they paid money directly from the inside.

A stack of great unity, 1,000 yuan.

A stack.

Another stack...

Liu Fuwang watched his son take the money out of his pocket, and stood up suddenly, seeing that there was a lot of money in the bag, his eyes straightened.

Especially Liu Chunlai was very slow, putting piles on the table.

Captain Liu has been a village cadre for decades. Where has he seen so much money?

Breathing became hurried.

Wang Xinmin was not affected by the money. Wasn't the salary paid by the factory several thousand?

However, Liu Chunlai kept taking money out of this place, which made him realize that the other party was not joking, "Don't regret it!"

Liu Fuwang wanted to shout, "I regret it now!" Then he took all the money.

"Goooo~"

Captain Liu swallowed unconvincingly.

"Director Wang, I heard that there are still 27,000 sets left. We need all of them. This is a deposit of 8,000 yuan. The county gave 5,000 sets and the price was 20,000 yuan. We can't follow this..." Liu Chunlai put eight thousand yuan on the table, then lifted the still full travel bag and put it on the ground before speaking.

Wang Xinmin frowned, "Are you planning to deduct 20,000 yuan? We don't have the right to interfere in the county doing this, but the materials for this batch of work clothes are more than 60,000 yuan."

"Deduct 10,000. The remaining 27,000 sets will be given to us at a price of 70,000. This is the total cost." Liu Chunlai shook his head.

The county is obviously not doing it authentically.

People in the clothing factory, without the kind of aggressiveness, sell work clothes in the county and surrounding towns.

I never thought about going to the mountain city, even the city.

"That's okay. As long as 80,000 yuan, we can solve the current salary and other issues." Wang Xinmin nodded in approval of this plan.

After 8 yuan, for a garment factory with more than 100 sewing machines and nearly 200 workers, 80,000 yuan is just to make up the previous ten months' wages.

As for the material payment to the textile factory?

It was originally a planned allocation, not a cost.

What's next?

It has nothing to do with the leaders.

When the factory goes bankrupt, both the government department and the higher-level official department will arrange for them.

"However, I have a request. If there is no problem, we can sign the contract today." Liu Chunlai stopped Wang Xinmin from reaching out to get the money.

Wang Xinmin was stunned.

Liu Fuwang almost applauded loudly.

He couldn't see that the money was given to others. He pulled it all the way and never touched it.

"The factory has to help change all the trousers. Of course, it's not in vain. Each pair of trousers is charged with a processing fee of 1.5 cents."

Liu Chunlai's request made Wang Xinmin relieved.

Immediately they were asked to find Sun Xiaoyu, the chief technical engineer of the factory.

"Are you sure you can change it like this? Now they can't be sold..." Sun Xiaoyu looked at the drawing Liu Chunlai handed over, her small eyes widened.

If you’re younger, it might look cute.

It is a pity that Mr. Sun in front of him is almost fifty, and he is about to retire.

Liu Chunlai was a little disappointed. The chief technical engineer of a factory who is in charge of products has no knowledge. How can he survive?

"Mr. Sun, I'm pretty sure. Each pair of trousers adds a processing fee of Sanmao. The sewing workers in the garment factory are much better than our small factory. If they are fast, they can make more than 60 pieces a day..."

Liu Chunlai reduced the output of Tian Li and others a lot.

Just tell the other party how much money the skilled female workers can make a day.

"Can you do it?" Wang Xinmin asked Sun Xiaoyu.

Sun Xiaoyu was a little embarrassed, "You can do it, but these pants are like this..."

"Then it's okay. It seems to add a lot of fabric? This..." Wang Xinmin made a decision.

The price Liu Chunlai gave is appropriate, and the two sides of the trouser legs have to be added with fabric, which is also the cost.

"Cut from the clothes. On this drawing, how to cut the clothes to save materials is also specified. If possible, I hope to sign the contract immediately and start work today. I will trouble you to work overtime tonight. We will come to pull it tomorrow morning. For a pair of pants, I will add 30 cents of processing fee..." Liu Chunlai is no nonsense.

Drop money directly.

I remember that Liu Fuwang was anxious on the side and kept winking at Liu Chun, but the latter ignored him.

"This is what you said!" Wang Xinmin was overjoyed.

More than one hundred workers in the factory ask for money every other time or ask every day when they can resume work.

You can solve the current problem without paying more.

"Director Wang, you don't have to believe us, but here is a deposit of 8,000 yuan." Liu Chunlai pushed the money to Wang Xinmin.

Therefore, Wang Xinmin immediately asked the accountant to come over to get the money, and at the same time arranged for someone to notify the workers to come back to collect the money and start processing.

"Director, these pants..." Sun Xiaoyu looked at all this, his brows were completely twisted together.

Can these be called pants?

"What if you don't do it? They are happy, otherwise, you go find money to pay everyone? According to them, this time the lathe worker will add a dime to one pair of pants..." Wang Xinmin doesn't care about that much.

Just give money.

So many work clothes, moldy piled up in the warehouse, can be exchanged for money, and the wages of the workers have been settled, so he can go to other places to take up the post.

Sun Xiaoyu had no choice but to do his own thing.

"Spring is here, money is not spent like this, this is directly used to kill people..." When he came out, Liu Fuwang was in pain.

The son's method of using money to hit people is too capitalist.

However, he also thought.

I want to dream.