Fan Guangyao was so embarrassed that he glared at Cheng Hui fiercely.
Just one glance and I didn't dare to stare more.
Her male secretary has a scary look in his eyes.
Cheng Hui smiled at Fan Guangyao, looking innocent and not taking it seriously.
When Fan Guangyao saw that she was younger than his daughter, he was so angry that he had no place to vent his anger.
"Okay, I'm leaving. You're not the only paper factory in the world. I'll find another paper factory!" Fan Guangyao said.
Cheng Hui asked Lu Weimin curiously: "Are there any other factories with kraft paper machines? Have they been modified by the machinery factory?"
Lu Weimin was immediately proud: "There is no second set of this kind of machine in this province, and there is no second set of machine in the country that you have modified to produce such thick kraft paper!"
Fan Guangyao......
"Director Fan, please go slowly. I want to ask you something." Cheng Hui said, "Does your factory make couplets, New Year pictures, and blessing characters?"
She acted as if nothing had happened and she had never pushed against him at all.
Fan Guangyao couldn't help but hold on to him, as if he was stingy.
He sat back again and said calmly: "Our factory only makes a few New Year pictures and blessing characters. Do you want them? Come and get them from our factory when you have time. I can also decide how many to come out to Director Cheng."
"Why don't you make couplets? Such a big market is empty." Cheng Hui asked.
Fan Guangyao had a proud expression on his face, as if he had finally won a trick: "The little girl is young and has little experience. If you want to print the couplets, you need a machine to make a plate. It is still such a big and long plate. Our factory does not have it, and we don't have it." I heard who produced this kind of machine."
Lu Weimin immediately looked at Cheng Hui.
Lack of machinery? This engineering union is!
He recently paid special attention to Cheng Hui, and then found out through the machinery factory that Cheng Hui and her brother made a new machine for the enamel factory, which is said to be leading the country!
He was a little excited to speak, but when he saw Fan Guangyao's face, he remembered how he had tricked him over the years, and his mood suddenly changed:
"Engineer Cheng, you don't have any couplets yet? I'm pretty good at calligraphy with my calligraphy brush. I'll write a few for you. Write them now! I have all the Chinese characters for blessing and everything, so don't bother with him!"
Cheng Hui immediately said: "I don't want Spring Festival couplets myself, I just thought of a quick and easy way to make Spring Festival couplets in large quantities. Director Lu, does your factory produce red paper? It's harder, specially used for writing Spring Festival couplets."
"Yes! There are plenty!" Lu Weimin was immediately pleasantly surprised: "There are several tons in the warehouse! Do you want it? The price is negotiable!"
The biggest sales volume of red paper in a year is just before the Spring Festival. As a result, something went wrong this year. They produced a lot but didn't take away a lot.
It is said that the sales volume of the supply and marketing cooperative is not good, the previous ones have not been sold out, and it will be a waste of transportation costs to take them away again.
But the red paper has been made, using their production materials, and if it cannot be sold, the superiors will not pay the bills, which means that their paper factory has not created economic benefits, and he will have to be criticized in meetings.
"How much does one sheet cost? How many sheets are there in total?" Cheng Hui asked.
"3 cents a piece! There are 100,000 more..." Lu Weimin said immediately.
Cheng Hui has actually seen the red paper they produce before, which is sold in department stores. The size of one sheet can make two pairs of normal Spring Festival couplets.
She calculated it and said, "Give it all to me."
No bargaining at all.
"Okay!" Lu Weimin stood at the door and shouted: "Yang Gang, come here! Give all the red papers to Director Cheng to load on the truck! Send them now... Where?" He asked Cheng Hui.
Cheng Hui said: "Transport it to Hongqi Commune Food Factory."
"Okay, okay!"
She is now saying that it will be shipped to the capital, and Lu Weimin is willing to pay for it!
100,000 pieces are actually only 3,000 yuan, which is not a lot.
But this is not a question of how much money, it is a matter of him disposing of the inventory and not having to batch it all! You may even be praised!
Which paper mill doesn't have some red paper left over every year? In the second year, it will either be ruined or discolored?
Only their factory doesn’t have it! Proud~
Fan Guangyao suddenly said coolly: "You are the director of the factory, and your hands are too loose. I only got the red paper for 1 cent and 5 pieces. Is that how your commune food factory made you go bankrupt?"
He also asked about Cheng Hui, but the inquiry was not in-depth. He only knew that he was the deputy director of a commune food factory under the Axian Food Factory.
Another new thing recently is that the commune food factory has closed down.
Before Cheng Hui could say anything, his eyes suddenly blurred, and Lu Weimin rushed over: "Fan Guangyao! I'll fight you!"
I've just taken advantage of him every year, but now I'm trying to tear him down!
The office is not big, but when the two of them were about to fight, Cheng Huigang covered his stomach to hide, and his eyes blurred again.
Gao Yuan had already flashed to the two of them, holding them down with one hand in each hand.
"Speak carefully if you have anything to say. Don't do anything to hurt me...the factory director." He felt that Cheng Hui was discussing business and it was not appropriate to bring up personal relationships.
Lu Weimin and Fan Guangyao felt the force of pliers on their arms and separated honestly.
"No fighting, no fighting, let's just talk." Fan Guangyao said.
Lu Weimin also said: "Yes, let's talk."
He was such an old and respectable person, and he felt embarrassed if they really fought. He just couldn't hold it back for a moment.
Cheng Hui looked at Gao Yuan and smiled, feeling extremely at ease, and continued to apply eye drops to Fan Guangyao.
"I know that the red paper is not worth 3 cents, and the supply and marketing cooperative only sells it for 4 cents a piece, but I am willing to pay 3 cents. Anyway, the money earned by the paper mill must be handed over to the state. In the end, it all belongs to the state. Who makes money or not?" Cheng Hui said.
With one word, everyone in the room looked at her in shock.
Who makes money or not? That's different.
Except for Lu Weimin, a fool, everyone else knew it, and Cheng Hui knew it even better.
But she is willing to let others earn this money and let others turn it over to the country.
They can't.
Lu Weimin was so moved that he slapped Fan Guangyao: "Look, look! We are both human beings! We are also factory directors! Why is the gap so big!
"Xiao Cheng is willing to put the rice in my bowl, but you just want to grab the rice from my bowl!"
Fan Guangyao looked speechless and convinced.
Although he somewhat admired Cheng Hui's "nobility", he still felt that she was a bit stupid, and her little run-down factory would have to go out of business sooner or later.
Oh, it has closed down!
Lu Weimin felt a little embarrassed again, and turned around and said to Cheng Hui: "Do you want to make couplets on the red paper? Do you really have a simple way to make a large number of couplets? The Chinese New Year is in more than ten days, is it too late?"
"If it's too late..." He gritted his teeth and said, "Send the red paper back to me again!"
Returning goods is something that has never been the rule at this time.
He was able to say this at a great risk. If he was scolded, it would affect the leader's impression of him.
Cheng Hui smiled and said: "It's totally in time. I can use 20,000 pieces of paper a day, but I'll use them up in a few days. I'm worried that these red papers are not enough."
Fan Guangyao's eyes suddenly shot towards Cheng Hui.
"What can be done?" he asked.
Cheng Hui smiled but said nothing.
