"The eighth has arrived, the eighth has arrived......!"

The sign-seller shouted.

"It's time to get it, you three hurry up and get it!"

Zhou Delu commanded, and there was no need for him to say, the three of them heard the shout and rushed out with the meal ticket, and after a while, one of them walked back cautiously with a large wooden tray, one tray contained steamed buns and fritters, and the other tray contained seven bowls of millet porridge, and the rest were placed in another tray.

"Son, these are yours!"

Liu Donglai put a steamed bun, a fried dough stick, a bowl of porridge and a bowl of soy milk in front of Liu Lang, even if his son can eat it, these are enough.

The steamed buns in the bowl are really not small, one size bigger than an adult's fist, such a big steamed bun is only five cents, and there are fritters, a three-cent, a big bowl of millet porridge plus a bowl of soy milk, although he can eat it, but he can't eat so much, besides, how can soy milk and rice porridge be eaten together?

It seems that several of them buy a little bit of everything, and they don't know how to match it at all.

Liu Lang picked up a steamed bun and ate it, there was no food on the table, so he could only use fermented bean curd and stinky tofu to eat, this stinky tofu was actually the same as fermented bean curd, just a green and a red, it smelled a little "stinky", but the taste was very suitable for the taste of northerners, and Liu Lang also liked to eat it in his previous life.

However, Liu Lang just ate half of the steamed buns, and these adults have already eaten almost, especially Liu Donglai, the two steamed buns and fried dough sticks have all been wiped out, the soy milk is drunk in one gulp, and the remaining bowl of porridge has also seen the bottom, he looked at the fried dough sticks in front of Liu Lang, as if he was not full.

"Dad, it's enough for me to eat a steamed bun and a bowl of porridge, and you can eat the rest!"

Liu Lang nibbled on the steamed bun and looked at his father and said.

"Son, I don't know when I'll be back when I'll be out for a while, but I can eat more!"

"I can't eat these, so you should eat them!"

Liu Lang really can't eat so many things.

"That'...... Well, it can't be wasted anyway. ”

Liu Donglai didn't say a word, picked up the fritters and ate them in just four bites, and after a while, a bowl of porridge also bottomed out.

After eating so much, Liu Donglai patted his stomach: Well, I'm finally a little full.

Liu Lang secretly laughed, his father is only thirty years old this year, he is still a young man, and he usually has a large workload, his food is much larger than when he was thirty years old, and now this little food is half-full.

Liu Lang was not in a hurry, and while eating slowly and methodically, he looked at the other people who were eating around him.

Listening to the accent, most of them are people from other cities in the same province, but there are also some southerners, you can see from the clothing, it is the beginning of May, the north is gradually getting warmer, but the night is still a little cool, most of the northerners are wearing long-sleeved clothes made of "really good", and many of those southerners are short-sleeved shirts, with their arms exposed.

There are also shirts in the north, most of them are made of cotton, CD is pure color, either white or black and blue, but the shirts worn by these southerners are different, the white bottom, embroidered with yellow silk thread, especially the pocket on the left chest is also embroidered with the word "Tangren" with red silk thread, if this shirt is worn on the body and walks on the streets of Fucheng, there is definitely a feeling of standing out from the crowd.

It seems that the south now has brand awareness, which is much stronger than that of the north. ”

Liu Lang only felt a feeling when he saw these southerners, but a few northerners seemed to be interested in their clothes.

"Comrades, where did you buy this "sunset"?"

A man with an accent from Lianhai City, Liaobei Province, walked up to the southerners and asked.

There are ten prefectures and cities in northern Liaobei province, and the accent of each city is different, with the accent of Fucheng being the closest to Mandarin, and the coastal area of southern Liaoning with a strong "oyster" flavor, such as Lianhai City.

The accent of Lianhai City is very distinctive, going home is not called going home, it is called leaving, eating is called bad rice, the daughter is called Bang Ning, drinking is called Chengha wine, and the shirt is called Sunset.

"Sunset?"

Those southerners were stunned when they heard each other's words, they couldn't understand Mandarin, how could they understand dialects?

"Oh, sir, you...... Speak ......... We don't understand!"

A person stood up and laboriously spoke what he thought was standard Mandarin, Liu Lang could hear that the other party should be from Jiangsu and Zhejiang, his tongue was hard, and he couldn't even hear Mandarin himself.

"I ask you where you got your Sunset from?"

The big brother Lianhai was a little anxious, pulling the other party's shirt and asking.

This scared the big brother in the south enough, and several other companions also jumped up, looking at each other with panicked faces, they must have regarded him as a bad person.

"A few people, you misunderstood, this comrade is asking where you bought your shirt?"

Liu Donglai hurriedly walked over to explain to this big brother Lianhai.

"Shirts, oh, shirts, I know, I know!"

Only then did the other party understand.

"Yes, yes, it's Sunset, so I asked where did I buy it? We want to buy one too. ”

The big brother was still screaming "Sunset, Sunset".

"They call the shirt sunset. ”

Liu Donglai explained for him again.

"Yes, yes!"

The other party waved his hand again and again.

"This "Sunset" is not, this shirt is a brand produced by our factory, if you want to buy it, I can sell it to you!"

Although the other party's Mandarin is very non-standard, he spoke very slowly, and the people around him still understood it, which immediately attracted the attention of a group of people.

"What? can you sell it to us? How much does it cost?"

More than a dozen people next to him stopped eating, and they all gathered around "Hula".

"This shirt is a Tangren brand produced by our factory, five yuan and five cents per piece, we now have thirty pieces in our hands, if you want to buy it, I will register it for everyone!"

Five dollars and five cents is not cheap, you must know that "really good" is only six dollars and five meters, and one can make two shirts and pants for adults, which is less than half of the other party's shirt.

But the people present didn't care, and they all shouted: Okay, I'll buy a ......!

"I'll buy two .........!"

"Leave me a .........!"

All at once the cafeteria was boiling.

"Don't crowd, everyone queue up, you can buy it!"

The southerners had a smile on their faces.

These people returned to their place and took out two large boxes, which were all brand new shirts, and Liu Lang's heart moved suddenly when he saw the words on the boxes.

"Haiyan City Shirt Factory?"

How does the name sound familiar?

Suddenly, Liu Lang remembered the content of a book in his previous life.

This book is about the deeds of some of the earliest enterprises that carried out reforms in the early days of reform and opening up, among which there is a very typical enterprise, which is Haiyan Shirt Factory.

Haiyan Shirt Factory is a state-owned enterprise, after the reform and opening up, the country carried out enterprise reform in the south, put forward the term contracting, the so-called contracting is the right to the following, the management of the enterprise is handed over to the individual, do a good job can get more income, in essence is an incentive method.

At that time, a deputy director named Bu Niansheng contracted the factory, and he immediately carried out a comprehensive reform after taking over, breaking the mechanism of "big pot rice", and was born with the spirit of daring to be the first, emancipating the mind, boldly reforming, and implementing a set of unique management methods in the enterprise, so that the products of this small factory sell well in big cities such as SH, BJ, Guangzhou, etc., and become a first-class professional shirt factory in the province.

It should be to eighty-four years, the deeds of this step year were published by the mass daily, calling on the country's enterprises to learn from him, it is now eight or three years, the reputation of Haiyan shirt factory is only famous in this province, and it will be famous throughout the country after a year, according to the record in that book, at that time, the heads of countless state-owned enterprises in the country will go to this small factory to investigate, and there are many foreign reporters to report, this step year sheng sits in the office every day and talks to all parties, he suddenly became a celebrity of the times, and also became a trendsetter of reform and opening up。

In his previous life, Liu Lang had done some research on this "well-known enterprise" that could be described as the first "well-known enterprise" in the country, and in his opinion, many rules and regulations formulated year after year have epoch-making signs.

He put forward the slogan "You can get as many shirts as you make, no cap on the top, no bottom on the bottom", which directly broke the confinement of "big pot rice".

He also put forward the idea of "you smash my brand, I smash your job", which is a performance of focusing on quality, and also issued an order to all employees to "ask for leave without pay", which has a hint of modern management.

It can be said that this Haiyan shirt has the conditions to become a really large company, but later, about 86 years, due to the mistakes of the government's decision-making, the factory was seriously overcapacity, countless clothes were squeezed, and in just a few years, the once glorious enterprise became insolvent to the brink of bankruptcy, and Bu Niansheng also became a scapegoat and went to prison.

Although Bu Niansheng has the right to manage, but after all, the state-owned enterprises are state-owned, and the right to decide is still in the hands of the official, what the official requires you to do, in eight or six years, Haiyan shirt factory has issued a scale, the local government feels that it can be expanded on a large scale, so it immediately launched a production line with an annual output of 300,000 sets of suits, and also built an office building of nearly 10,000 square meters, which emptied all the savings at once, plus the garment factories bloomed everywhere at that time, the competitiveness of Haiyan shirt factory has been greatly weakened, the clothes can't be sold, and it's all over at once.

One of the most important aspects of reform and opening up is the reform of state-owned enterprises, and the most sensitive issue in the reform of state-owned enterprises is the issue of property rights, property rights are not clear, there are all kinds of uncertainties in this enterprise, not only Haiyan shirt factory fell on this problem, in the next ten years, there are many enterprises planted on this problem one after another, and there are even many hopeful enterprises, in the end it is also a tragic ending.

As a reborn Liu Lang, even though he is familiar with the future outcome of many enterprises, he still can't do anything, at least not now.

Liu Lang's father also bought two shirts, one for his daughter-in-law, and one for his father, a total of eleven yuan, almost half a month's salary, although a little distressed, but wearing it on his body will definitely cause a sensation among the people around him, and it is not in vain to come to Shencheng.

The others are also one by one, especially Zhou Delu, who simply wears it on his body, looking in the mirror and looking left and right, he likes it very much.

"Factory director, don't be stinky, we still have to do something!"

A man said with a smile.

"Yes, yes, let's go to the supply and marketing office!"

The work is important, and the group left the guest house in a mighty way, got on the bus and went to the supply and marketing office.