The captain left cursing. Liu Jinglan's life and death had nothing to do with Tangcun anymore, and he didn't bother to care about it. What he cared about most now was the sock factory.
Before the factory was established, he was worried that it would not be successful. Now that the sock factory was established, it could produce three to four thousand pairs of socks every day. He was also worried that the socks would not be sold, and he was so anxious that his mouth was filled with blisters.
"Nian girl, can our socks really sell?"
The captain walked several steps and then came back. He had asked this question more than a dozen times, asking it over and over again, which made Tang Niannian impatient.
"Can't sell it!"
Tang Niannian was not angry. She had said it was fine before, but the captain didn't believe it.
Simply say something different.
The captain's vision went dark and he fell backwards.
Tang Niannian was startled and grabbed her. The captain's face was pale, his lips were all white, and he looked lost, which made her feel a rare feeling of guilt.
If she had known that Uncle San was so cowardly, she would not have said anything sarcastic.
"No problem, it will definitely sell. Don't worry!"
Tang Niannian leaned into the captain's ear and shouted at the top of his lungs.
If she yelled softly, she was afraid that the captain wouldn't hear her and her soul wouldn't come back.
The captain's soul did come back, but his ears were almost broken and there was a buzzing sound.
"I heard that, why are you yelling? I'm not deaf!"
The captain also yelled at the top of his lungs, because his ears were buzzing and he couldn't even hear him even if he spoke low.
Tang Niannian rolled her eyes. Although she was not deaf, she was very timid. Like her second uncle, he was a coward.
"Can it really be sold? Nian Yatou, when can it be sold? They are always piled up in the warehouse. I feel panicked when I see them."
The captain was happy and worried at the same time. Now all the investment in the sock factory was made by Nian Yatou.
He was afraid that if he couldn't sell it, Nian Yatou would lose all his money, and the entire Tang Village's assets combined wouldn't be enough to compensate.
"Uncle San, the sock factory has only been in operation for a few days? Why are you so anxious? Didn't my uncle go to the city to find customers? It's really not possible. There are so many people in the commune, and one pair is enough for each person."
Tang Niannian comforted her patiently, now is the era of planned economy where supply exceeds demand. As long as something can be produced, there is no need to worry about not being able to sell it.
Socks from the supply and marketing cooperative cost $1.20 a pair. Tangcun socks are cheaper, and people want more of them.
The captain's eyes lit up and he said happily: "Yes, so many people in the commune don't have socks to wear. Nian girl, why don't we let people sell them now?"
"Don't worry, wait until uncle comes back and listen to what he has to say."
Tang Niannian is not interested in retailing, so he has to deal with wholesale.
but--
"Uncle San, there is no need for people to go out and sell them. You put a notice at the factory gate and say that there will be a big reward for the new factory to open. For the sake of my parents and fellow villagers, a pair of socks will cost nine cents. They will only be sold for six days. After six days, they will be sold." Just one piece at a time!"
Tang Niannian came up with an idea. Why go out and sell it? It would be better to have people come to buy it themselves.
The captain's eyes were brighter than light bulbs, and he looked at Tang Niannian as if he were looking at the God of Wealth.
"Nian girl, what a big brain you have. No wonder you score a hundred every time you take an exam. I'll have someone write a notice right now, and then let the announcement sound through the loudspeaker!"
The captain praised him profusely and was about to go do it, but was stopped by Tang Niannian.
"Uncle San, you need to send a reliable person to keep an eye on the workshop to prevent people from taking socks home. I heard from Second Aunt that in the factory where she used to work, people were stealing socks every day."
The captain's expression became serious. This was indeed a problem, but everyone had selfish motives, so who should be sent to keep an eye on him?
"Third uncle, I do not shy away from relatives when I recommend good people, and my milk is particularly suitable."
Tang Niannian found an easy job for his little old lady. She was exhausted from working every day, so she might as well work as a supervisor in the workshop.
The captain was a little hesitant, fearing that people would say he was showing favoritism and only used his own people.
"Third uncle, no matter who is sent has selfish motives, only my mother does not have it. Because I hold half of the shares, she will definitely be watching from all sides and not even a single thread can be taken away!"
Tang Niannian easily convinced the captain. Everyone else would have selfish motives. Even the Third Auntie was unreliable. Only Mrs. Tang was reliable.
As long as you tell Mrs. Tang that half of the factory is owned by you, the old lady's eyes are definitely better than radar.
The captain couldn't help but nod, that was indeed the case.
"What's an appropriate salary?"
"Eighteen yuan a month. If the factory director expands the space, we can add more!"
The captain agreed and left in a hurry.
After a while, the loudspeaker in the village hissed, and the villagers working in the fields all raised their heads, ready to listen.
"Hey, hey, hey (two, two, four)..."
The captain tried the loudspeaker before reading the announcement.
"The factory has a big reward for opening work. Each pair is 90 cents. The supply and marketing cooperative in the commune sells it for 1.2 yuan. It will only be sold for six days. If you want to buy it, come to the factory to sell it!"
The captain read it three times and turned off the speaker.
The villagers were all shocked. Socks costing nine cents a pair were so cheap. They had to quickly tell their relatives and friends to come and buy socks.
"I have to inform my sister!"
"I'll go talk to my aunt."
"I'll call my relatives in the city and ask them if I want to buy them a few pairs."
…
The villagers have no intention of working. A pair of socks costing nine cents is hard to come by.
They were afraid that the news was false, so they went to the sock factory to inquire. They saw a big red notice posted at the factory door, with black letters on red paper, and it was indeed nine cents a pair.
The team leader and the accountant also moved a table and chairs and sat at the door selling socks, with a box of brightly colored nylon socks at their feet.
"Starting today, six days, nine cents for a pair. If you want to buy one, hurry up!"
The captain yelled with a smile, and also opened a dozen socks, shook them, and tugged them. The socks were very elastic, thick, and of very good quality.
"I'll go home and get the money!"
The villagers couldn't sit still anymore and ran home to get money. This one bought one pair, that one bought two pairs. The team leader was responsible for getting the socks, and the accountant kept accounts and collected the money. They were very busy.
On weekdays, these villagers all lamented their poverty, but when it came down to it, their purchasing power was astonishing. In a short time, more than a hundred pairs were sold, and the captain grinned from the corners of his mouth to the back of his ears.
In the evening, when the Tang family was having dinner, Tang Niannian told Mrs. Tang that she would be the supervisor.
"Snapped"
The chopsticks fell on the table. They belonged to Mrs. Tang.
"I'm going to work? And I'm going to pay you eighteen yuan as a salary? Nian Yatou, really?"
Mrs. Tang's eyes were so excited that she didn't care about the rabbit meat that fell on the ground. She stared at Tang Niannian and asked.
"Really, go to work tomorrow. Baby, you have to keep an eye on those people just like we keep an eye on our rice. I own half of the factory." Tang Niannian said half-jokingly.
"I'll definitely keep an eye on them. My eyes are more powerful than an eagle's, and I can't miss even a single thread!"
Mrs. Tang beamed with joy and patted her thigh vigorously in assurance.
I didn’t expect that she, Zhang Manyue, could still be a worker even when she was old.
Hahahahahaha...
