With more than two million towels that have been backlogged for many years, Zhao Zejun's original plan was that he really had no choice, so he donated them to vacate the warehouse. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Of course, donation is the worst choice, charity is not easy to do, a careless good thing becomes a bad thing, and it is not a person inside and outside, maybe someone will use the 'backlog' to make a fuss, saying that he uses the garbage that cannot be sold to sell his reputation.

Now it's okay, solve the problem once and for all.

In terms of price, Boss Su did not give in because everyone had a 'good relationship', and it was actually very low.

The towel factory has a backlog of the kind of big towels for washing hair, and the towels of the same size on the market cost ten yuan a piece, and the grandson took it away for less than two yuan, and then went to Iraq to earn a knife, which is actually very cheap.

However, each has its own accounting, the first business is a friendship, and it is necessary for the Star Factory to make the first business as soon as possible, so that Lao Zhao can go to the district to find Zhang Dachun again to formally ask for a policy, otherwise there will be no business at all, and the district will not be able to give the policy even if it is willing to give it. The last time I went, I opened a lot of conditions that were all false, and in the final analysis, the real purpose was to wash away bad debts.

The front foot of the warehouse was emptied, and Lao Sun's money arrived.

The previous accounts of the star factory were ugly, they had long been empty, and they still owed 1.2 million yuan for various raw materials, and this money came in, and then deducted the necessary taxes, and the factory finally got back a little bit of vitality.

Zhao Zejun summoned the team leader and dormitory leader temporarily assigned by the factory, that is, the current middle-level backbone employees of the Star Factory, to hold a mobilization meeting.

The team leader is in charge of production, and the dormitory leader is in charge of life.

There is money in the account in the factory, and the import and export line of Boss Sun is contacted, maybe there will be an OEM of the second master in the future, if nothing else, the orders behind will follow, and soon the production will be restarted in full swing.

Workers have been idle since the beginning of the year, and for most of the year, they have not worked, and the normal 'reaction' of disabled people, especially mentally handicapped employees, is slower than that of ordinary people.

Zhao Zejun didn't want to have orders, but the production of workers couldn't keep up.

For the overwhelming majority of workers, the best way to boost morale is a cash reward.

This needs to be carried out by the dormitory director who manages life, and more than 200 workers, regardless of position, regardless of seniority, each person is given a bonus of 1,000 yuan. The improvement of living conditions is also continuing, and the large activity room has been renovated again with a batch of drinks and cold drinks.

What people at the bottom of society want is actually very simple, they have a mouthful of food to eat, and there is a tile above their heads to protect them from the wind and rain, so that they will not make trouble and can work diligently.

In the era of industrialization, production tools determine the advanced level of labor, and production efficiency determines income.

Especially in the import and export area, the quality standards of foreigners are very strict, and the product quality of Xingxing Factory is not up to standard, so Boss Sun can use this as a reason to greatly reduce the price.

The bald security department also costs money: Zhao Zejun plans to install surveillance on the outside of the factory fence and dormitory area, and the security room can directly monitor the movement in the factory through screens. Fortunately, Zhao Zejun himself is engaged in computer Internet, and the cost is not large.

In addition, a sum of money had to be left for the purchase of a new batch of raw materials.

Calculated piecemeal, the money that can be moved in the account is empty again, and it is not enough.

Taxes, debt repayment, raw materials, and the renovation of machinery and equipment account for the majority, all of which cost hundreds of thousands or even millions.

If you don't do business, you can't understand the difficulties, and the whining words complained about by the second master still have some truth, and he is busy for half a day, and he works for others.

But on the whole, the star factory, which has been stagnant for more than half a year, has finally seen the dawn of hope. The new boss has a way, has the ability, and takes special care of the employees, and more than 20 backbone employees with normal brains in the conference room are overjoyed, and seem to see a good day in the future beckoning to them.

Finally, there is another thing, in the future, a few people will be promoted among the team leaders, who will participate in the senior management of the factory, and the directors and deputy directors of several links in procurement and production will be empty; the guild will not be organized, and Zhao Zejun is ready to promote people from the dormitory administrators.

It was a bright future, and in the good atmosphere of rolling up his sleeves and working hard, a security guard under the bald head hurriedly came in to report.

The factory gate was blocked!

"What's the situation?" Zhao Zejun was stunned for a moment, and dared to block the door of a welfare factory for the disabled in broad daylight? Is there any royal law in this Nima? Is there any fairness and justice? Blog China does not expose them, they really don't know how to write the three words shameless!

With the security guard and a few old employees rushed towards the gate, I saw a team of security arrangers on the wall, standing at the gate of the original driving school, and now at the entrance of the star factory, confronting a group of people outside the door.

On the street at the entrance, a large banner was pulled with a few bloody characters written on it.

"Pay back!"

"If you don't pay off your debts, God won't tolerate it!"

"Lost conscience!"

Several large trucks were across the gate, and people were standing in the compartments, holding banners, blocking the gate of the Star Factory.

A large crowd of passers-by gathered to watch.

The people blocking the door scolded and scolded, and the words were hard to hear, and the two sides were quite tense, but fortunately, the security guards of the Star Factory were relatively restrained, and they stopped at the gate with their hands behind their backs, and did not step out of the factory.

Master Zou probably knows something, these people are the raw material suppliers of the Star Factory, and they came to ask for debts.

In the past, the production of the star factory was subsidized by the state, and the money was sent directly to the factory, that is, it fell into the pocket of the factory director himself, so he has been producing, and if he wants to produce, he has to buy raw materials, but the products cannot be sold, and those government subsidies are not enough for raw materials.

When the meeting was held just now, it was over, and the arrears totaled 1.25 million.

Unexpectedly, before Zhao Zejun approved the repayment, the other party had already blocked the door.

"The star factory owes money and doesn't pay it back, all the old and young masters passing by, you give a review, their factory boss is greedy for money, and we people also have to eat......" A big fat man who was white and fat stood on the truck, holding a loudspeaker and shouting to the onlookers.

"Fuck you!" Zhao Zejun took a more powerful horn from the security guard, and surrounded by the bald head and two other security guards, walked out of the crowd and shouted at the car.

This voice amused the crowd, and the crowd erupted in laughter.

The fat man's words were blocked in his throat, and he looked down at Zhao Zejun: "Who are you?"

"I'm the new factory director, who the are you saying is greedy for money?" Zhao Zejun waved at him: "If you have something to do, come into the factory to talk, are you blocking the door for fart?"

"Oh, you are the new factory director, just right, I inquired clearly, your factory has only sold a batch of goods, millions of dollars, if you don't pay back today, we people won't leave!" The fat man was sweating profusely, so he simply climbed on the front of the car and sat down on the front of the car under the scorching sun.

Zhao Zejun thought he was from the debt collection company at first, and was about to call the police, but he lowered his head and whispered a few words with Master Zou, only to know that this fat man was really the owner of the factory of the raw material supplier, surnamed Huang, and the star factory had been buying raw materials from them for a few years, and 1.25 million in arrears, more than 900,000 were owed to them.

It is said that the blocking of the door has happened more than once, and it comes once every few months, and Song Cheng rented the front venue to the driving school before, which is somewhat evasive: if you want to bet on the gate of the star factory, you have to go through the driving school, how can the driving school Li Ran let these people in?

"Boss Huang, come down and follow me to the office, I'll solve this matter for you today. Zhao Zejun waved at the roof of the car, and without waiting for Boss Huang to say anything else, he added: "I'll tell you, I'm busy, if you don't come today, it's your own business if you can't find me in the future." ”

The fat man hesitated for a moment, climbed down from the car very clumsily, and said to the people who brought it: "Workers, I'll go in and solve the problem with him, don't go, big guy, if the money doesn't come back today, we will die here, anyway, if we don't have money, we will starve to death when we go home!"

"Boss Huang, don't worry, we listen to you!"

"Lao Huang, you go in first, if they dare to do it, we will fight with them!"

The people in the car were clamoring, and it seemed that this Boss Huang was quite popular.

Zhao Zejun took a group of workers and Boss Huang into the factory together, bald with a big horn, and shouted at the crowd of onlookers: "It's all scattered, what's there to see, it's heat stroke on a hot day, and you still expect our factory to send you water?"

The crowd burst into laughter again, and dispersed quite a bit.

The meeting that was halfway through just now continued, and there was one more Boss Huang.

Boss Huang took a lot of copies of the account documents, spread them out on the table, spoke one by one, and finally said: "Mr. Zhao, you also measure us, most of the people in my factory are farmers, from the collection of cotton and linen in ten miles and eight townships, I expect to do some sideline business to support my family, it is not easy for farmers, the children at home go to school, the elderly see a doctor, and the young people get married, all counting on this, and the star factory owes a few years......

"Boss Huang, don't pretend to be pitiful to me here, none of us are charitable. Whether I earn more from the peasants or you make more, you know better than me. ”

Zhao Zejun waved his hand, interrupted the complaint of the fat man, shook it with a bill, and said lightly: "You're not right, right?" ”

"What's wrong!" Huang Fat Man said anxiously: "Mr. Zhao, black and white, can you not admit it." ”

"I didn't say it was wrong. Zhao Zejun took a few more documents side by side, raised his eyes and rolled his eyes at Huang Fatzi, and said: "There is still cash to be paid for the purchase of goods this year? ”

The fat on the fat man's face trembled, and he said with some inwardness: "Mr. Zhao, how do you say this?