"It's really made of those iron frames. If you don't believe me, come and have a look with me when you have time." Cheng Hui whispered: "But it must be kept secret, otherwise the printing house will know about it and they will steal my job.
"Thanks to me going to the paper factory yesterday, otherwise I would have been poached by them. Director Fan of the printing factory actually took a batch of approval notes and asked the paper factory to give them new kraft paper. He wanted to make handbags to sell!"
She actually nags these own people.
Zhao Daxing's eyes widened: "Printing shop? Fan Guangyao? He is full of evil intentions. Just wait, I will find a way to cure him!"
I heard that several machines in the printing factory just broke down. Although the machines were not produced by their factory, the several parts that needed to be replaced were produced by them.
Their factory mainly produces lathes, but many lathes with low demand or high-precision lathes are in their own hands. They also sell products and machine parts produced by lathes.
It’s not that he doesn’t give it to them, that would affect the interests of the country. If he is stuck for a few days, he will definitely not be allowed to have a good year!
"There is also a paper mill. I will go find Lu Weimin soon. If he dares to break the agreement and sell new paper to others, and his machine breaks down, don't expect anyone to repair it for him!" Zhao Daxing said.
Now the machine is working overtime and breaks down every three days.
Because they were the ones who changed it, and because Cheng Hui needed it, Zhao Daxing always sent someone to fix it as soon as he answered the phone.
"If he dares to break his promise, we will find another small paper factory, change the machine, and make new kraft paper. What a big deal." Zhao Daxing added.
He also talked about some of his own people.
Cheng Hui smiled and said: "Uncle, when you have time, go to our production team and have a look. They are really those printed with iron frames."
Zhao Daxing's interest suddenly arose and he wanted to see it now!
It's a pity that he doesn't have a car.
There are 10,000 people in the machinery factory, hundreds of leaders, and only three small cars. He even gave away one, which is not enough.
Cheng Hui could guess all this: "Uncle, when I finish my work today, I will pick you up to see it, and then I will send you back after you finish it."
Zhao Daxing nodded repeatedly.
Cheng Hui said goodbye to him and went to the department store.
Sun Peng, an outsider, was missing from the car.
Only Gao Yuan and Jiang Quan were left.
Cheng Hui immediately fell into Gao Yuan's arms and couldn't stop laughing.
She groped for the leather seat of the car: "I've been thinking about it for a long time, and finally got it!"
This SH760 was actually very worn out in her eyes, but at this time, it was a status symbol.
Ordinary people could not own a private car at all. It was not until 1986 that the first private car was built in mainland China.
If she takes the normal route and doesn't work hard for more than ten years, she will really be a factory director or something like that, and she won't be able to get a car.
Of course it is not as convenient as using someone else’s driver.
Use others who are uncles, smokers, and obedient people, and use your own people to tell you where to go.
"Xiao Jiang, stop at the door of the tailor shop to see if my clothes are ready." Cheng Hui said.
"Okay." Jiang Quan's voice was crisp and respectful~
Cheng Hui laughed again.
Gao Yuan saw her as happy as a child getting a new toy, with a smile on her face.
But he also looked at the car. She liked riding in a small car so much, so she should take a small car.
Next year, he should be able to get a jeep.
No, the jeep is too bumpy. It seems he needs to work harder!
"Do you want to go back to the capital? When will you go back?" Gao Yuan suddenly asked.
Just now when Cheng Hui said that Northeast China was not suitable for children and the quality of teaching was not good, he saw that she was serious.
Thinking about the cold weather and the baby that was about to be born in her belly, Gao Yuan suddenly felt distressed and couldn't let the cold hit his child!
"I can't leave here yet. I have to save some qualifications before I can go back. Next year, when the welfare housing here is built, allotments are obtained, and the food factory is arranged, I will go back." Cheng Hui said.
Jiang Quan immediately glanced at Cheng Hui in the rearview mirror, and then found that Cheng Hui was also looking at him.
He immediately said: "I didn't hear anything, I promise not to say anything."
Having said that, people in the factory are afraid that they will disperse.
Cheng Hui suddenly laughed: "Xiao Jiang, if you are willing to stay here, then follow me to the capital and continue to drive for me."
Jiang Quan suddenly felt as if he had been beaten to death!
He is not a local in the first place and has no relatives or friends here, so why would he be reluctant to leave? I just felt a little reluctant to let go of Cheng Hui, a good factory manager, when I heard that he was being taken away.
Go to the capital he longed for, the center of the motherland, the paradise in his heart.
What else is there to say?
"Wherever the factory director is, I will be there! I will drive for the factory director all my life!" he said.
Cheng Hui suddenly laughed.
Gao Yuan wanted to roll his eyes again!
But the two people were in front of him, openly and openly... He couldn't get angry even if he wanted to, so he could only stare at Jiang Quan for a few seconds.
Jiang Quan didn't dare to look at him, otherwise his hands would shake and the car would be unstable!
When the department store arrived, Cheng Hui was greeted warmly as soon as she entered the room.
She smiled and raised the rolled up red paper in her hand and said, "I've brought you good things again!"
"What good thing?" everyone asked.
"I'll go find Manager Cui first, and you'll find out soon." Cheng Hui said with a smile.
"Go quickly, go quickly."
Everyone was laughing and joking, as happy to see her as they were to see their own relatives.
Their unused cloth tickets, cotton tickets, and wine tickets used to be sold for only a few cents or a few cents, but now they can be exchanged for cakes and handbags at Cheng Hui's.
Another bloody profit.
Cheng Hui first went to the sales point of Wei Feng Cake on the second floor to take a look.
Today's sale is almost over and there are only a few people queuing up.
Recently, because of the high demand, they only say they are out of stock after 11 o'clock.
The counter was empty, but the people were not. A few people stayed around, trying to fiddle with the salesperson, selling them a few handbags alone.
"Don't tell me you don't have it, I know you sell it individually." A customer whispered.
The salesperson hurriedly said: "Don't talk nonsense! We have a certain number of handbags for this cake every day. We can't make any mistakes as much as we sell."
He lowered his voice again and said: "But I also know what you said. It's because our staff bought the cakes themselves and got the handbags themselves. They couldn't be used up."
In fact, many of them are exchanged for tickets, but they are definitely not taken casually. Cheng Hui controls this very strictly.
Things are valuable when they are rare, and they are worthless when they are in bad streets.
"Okay, okay, I don't care how you got here, just give me one! How much does it cost?"
The two went to the corner to trade.
Cheng Hui pretended not to see it. This was the effect she wanted.
She went up to the third floor, and before she reached Cui Degui's office, Cui Degui greeted her.
"I heard you as soon as you came in! You are the only one who makes them so happy." Cui Degui said.
His tone was inexplicably sour. He, a conscientious manager, was not as well-received by his employees as Cheng Hui.
But thanks to Cheng Hui, things are much better now. At least no one will treat him strangely anymore, and everyone smiles sincerely when they meet him, which makes people happy.
"Uncle, I have another good thing for you today." Cheng Hui smiled and said, "I guarantee that everyone will praise you then."
"Really? Is there such a good thing? What is it?" Cui Degui looked at the red paper in Cheng Hui's hand and asked.
In fact, he kind of guessed it. It was curled like this, and the red edges were exposed. He guessed that it was Spring Festival couplets, the word "Fu" or something like that.
I'm a little disappointed. There are a few employees in our unit who are good at calligraphy. Every year during the Chinese New Year, the unit organizes these people to write Spring Festival couplets and blessing characters for everyone.
They don't lack this stuff.
