"Get me one!"

"I want one too!"

"I want three, pay the deposit first!"

None of the workers in the electronic parts factory expected that Ran Ni and they had only been setting up a booth outside the Workers' Cultural Palace for a week, and then they were driven away by the people of the Industrial and Commercial Bureau. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

But even so, the food truck became popular in Xiucheng.

From the beginning, Ranni didn't plan to make money selling snacks. Although night snacks are also a lot of money, there are too many troubles involved. Industry and commerce, taxation, this is all good to say. Sanitation and fire protection should also be won.

But in these years, when it comes to snacks, the purchase of raw materials is a big problem. It's good to say that the amount of about a week is good, and if you continue to do it for a long time, you can't open it without the purchase channel of non-staple food.

Nowadays, when it comes to food, individuals are not allowed to buy or sell. Even if they are small shops and small shops, if they are engaged in large quantities like them, the supply and marketing cooperatives will not give them the large collective approval of this street.

So a week later, although it was banned by the industrial and commercial bureau, the reputation of the food truck of the electronic parts factory has been beaten.

There is a retired old man who is a carpenter in the factory workers' homes, and the food truck designed by Ranni has also beautified a door curtain, plus an antique cornice and a relief carved by hand - it is somewhat similar to the roofs on the streets of Japan.

The finished wooden roof is placed on the tricycle that every family has, and under the table is a heater made of electric batteries and copper pipes. It provides a variety of customized accessories, including electric grills, teppanyaki, fried fishing and boiled grids, and also accepts various customized requirements of guests, or provides basic accessories, which is convenient for everyone to buy back and DIY.

Of course, the people of Xiucheng probably don't know what DIY means, but it doesn't affect them to use their imagination.

There was not much time, and in the streets and alleys of Xiucheng, there were suddenly more food trucks operating all kinds of snacks and fast food.

The 80s were a magical era, with low but stable wages for workers in state-owned enterprises on the one hand, and self-employed individuals flourishing and springing up on the other.

As long as they find the right business opportunities, self-employed people can earn five or ten times the income of ordinary workers. The wages of workers in state-owned enterprises are still 80 yuan, and the level of factory directors is only 200 or 300 yuan. But looking at those self-employed people who are despised, it is not surprising that the profits are hundreds or thousands of dollars a month.

Such contrasts and psychological gaps are actually common in the minds of workers in this era.

Some people couldn't resist the temptation and threw away their status as workers in state-owned enterprises to become self-employed, and they trembled after not seeing each other for a few months. Someone watched his relatives who had previously squatted in prison and mixed society, started a small business, and every two months rode a 250 motorcycle with a sidecar.

The workers, who consider themselves the noble masters of the country, are somewhat irritated in their hearts.

The food truck launched by the power parts factory is really timely.

Every family has a tricycle, and with a little modification, it is immediately a street stall. If you go to work during the day and set up a stall at night, and find a place with more people, you won't have to worry about business at all.

The problem of purchasing goods is easy to solve, and who doesn't have a few rural relatives these days? It is not possible to purchase grain on a large scale, but it is also a matter to buy some non-staple food from relatives?

There is no risk, there is no income, and it takes up the evenings when there is usually little entertainment and leisure time - not to mention, setting up a stall is a bit of a pastime in itself. As for saying that it's harder, that's also a thing?

Fortunately, in these years, there is neither gutter oil nor nitrite, Sudan dyes are high-grade additives that cannot be used at all, and acesulfame potassium has never even heard of it. Industry and commerce, taxation, health and fire protection, compared with the urban management that has not yet been born, is it also a matter?

Anyway, setting up a stall at night is really a great business.

Workers in state-owned enterprises who are flexible and reluctant to work, and even self-employed people who have already gone to sea, have discovered the business opportunities in this with a keen sense of smell.

Ran Ni went to school in the United States, not only learned computer knowledge, at least in terms of business ability, it is higher than the leaders of state-owned enterprises and even city leaders in Xiucheng, I don't know where it is!

Instead of rushing to pan for gold, sell jeans and tools to gold diggers. From the very beginning, she has set her sights on the food truck business.

The raw materials are wood, copper and second-hand recycled batteries that are readily available, and the customers are not state-owned enterprises in the style of big brothers. This kind of business would have been more comfortable in the eighties.

After all, the power parts factory is still an enterprise, and the production of products is its mission. Of course, if it was the environment of the 90s, Ranni might have really created a restaurant group if she did this.

However, in the 80s, it was better to sell snacks than to sell industrial products. Even those produced in the large collective workshops run by the neighborhood are still industrial products.

The power of industrial production is that as long as there is a need, it is easy to burst out of huge production capacity.

By the winter of '85, the power parts factory had undergone earth-shaking changes.

The sub-district office specially approved a piece of the original war readiness warehouse next to the Xiaoling River, with a total area of about 10 acres of land. Although the four or five meter-high warehouses have not been maintained for seven or eight years, they did not cut corners at all in order to prepare for the Third World War.

Today's power parts factory is not a leader of Ran Ni and the establishment of nineteen aunts under him. Since the street office has changed the new factory site, of course, it is counting on a little more profit from Ran Ni.

This benefit is not that Director Sun reached out to ask for money, but that he stuffed a lot of young people who did not have jobs on the streets into the factory.

Speaking of which, Director Sun is actually a good person, the street director is not a big official, but he can be regarded as a leading cadre. Thirty years later, the prestige, power, and funds in the hands of the street directors of some developed cities in the south may not be changed to the mayor of the northeast.

However, Director Sun of Taixi Street is different, and he knows everything about the situation of every household and household in the jurisdiction, at least he knows it well.

Where the children in the family have no job, which family has a tight life, these things are all in his heart. The workers introduced were all honest children from serious families, so Ran Ni nodded and smiled.

As a result, the number of workers in the power parts factory has swelled from 20 at the beginning to 80 in less than half a year. The wages of the workers are no longer barely fifty or sixty yuan, but they can be on par with the state-owned factories.

In the past six months, there have been more and more people selling snacks in Xiucheng, and even a small-scale night market has been formed two streets away from the Workers' Cultural Palace.

The night market lasts until November, when it's cold enough that people don't want to go out, and that's the end of it. No one thought that the food night market that was later talked about by the people of Xiucheng started from this year.

Although the business is not easy to do at night, every morning and noon, there are many more people pushing carts to sell fast food at the gates of these enterprises and schools in Xiucheng.

These were all customers of the power parts factory, and Ranni rode the momentum of rapid growth and later launched a series of breakfast carts and fast food trucks. Business was not good at night, but breakfast and lunch business was booming.

The products of the power parts factory have also developed from a single roof to fast food kitchenware. With small profits and quick turnover, it has also fed a lot of people.

The power parts factory, which was once hated by people and hated by dogs, has now become a fragrant bun on the street. Many people wanted to be transferred in and sit in the office, but Ranni didn't force it. I interviewed a few people, and finally nodded and asked for an accountant and a deputy factory director.

Although the others were beaten back, Director Sun simply suppressed the opposing opinions and gave Ran Ni a lot of support.

Zhong Mingyi, Ranni's "fan", is now the production scheduling of the power parts factory. The salary is one hundred and eighteen, and if you count it, you may be able to catch up with Lin Rong's income.

Ran Ni's own salary is two hundred and two, the salary of the new light workers in the factory is eighty-two yuan six, and the wages of the old mothers are all more than one hundred and fifty yuan.

This treatment, to be honest, has made many employees of state-owned enterprises with poor conditions red-eyed.

But even with such generous wages to workers, the power parts factory still accumulated a lot of cash balance in the past six months, and it just lay in the bank and watched it become a six-digit number.

"Sit down, let's have a meeting. ”

Ranni wrapped around her newly beaten wool scarf, the thick and hard wool made her feel a little uncomfortable, and the exhaled haze flew around, making her impatient to close the door, and the cotton curtain kept the cold wind out.

Take off the scarf, this is the duty room at the entrance of the original war readiness warehouse, and burn honeycomb coal to make the room hotter than summer.

In the small house, there are now seven people seated, and Ran Ni is the management of the entire power device factory.

Keeping the management under control to one-tenth of the total number of employees is a principle that Ranni has always adhered to.

"The weather is so cold, how are the employees of our production in the warehouse keeping warm?"

Ran Ni asked the electrician of the original power parts factory, and now the workshop director Wu Ping. For half a year, no one could tell that the workshop director wearing a straight cadre uniform was the electrician who had oiled twist on his work clothes all day.

"The original warehouse was not small, and after studying with the team leaders, I felt that full heating was probably unrealistic, and the street boiler room gave us a lot of money to take over the road. Wu Ping shook his head and said, "Later, we summed it up, divided the workshop into a piece, and simply burned the furnace ourselves, Director Ran, do you think it's okay?"

"It's okay, then you and the leaders of each production team calculate how much coal will be burned this winter. Calculate the number and give it to Accountant Xu, this coal should be bought early, don't wait for winter to look at the faces of those people at the supply and marketing station. ”

"Okay, I got it. Wu Ping wrote down the matter in the Tianzi grid book in his hand, and then silently waited for Ran Ni's next inquiry.

(To be continued.) )