Yan's father works in a local Lihua carpet factory in Lincheng, and has been working in the factory for many years.

He has been working for many years, which means that he must be involved in everything other than the easy and well-paid sales and financial work in the factory, which is controlled by the factory director's relatives.

Otherwise, there are only a few people in the factory, and they can't be busy at all.

Early in the morning, Yan's father took Zhou Yan to the gate of Lihua Carpet Factory.

"You go to the packing workshop yourself first and see what chores are there?" I'll go to the factory manager's office and talk to the boss to see if he's willing to let you do odd jobs here."

"If he agrees, you can do it from today until you go to school."

Father Yan is an honest person, and he has never thought about doing some business or anything in his life.

Yan's mother is also a person who is accustomed to working hard, for them, they can go to work and work in the factory with peace of mind for a lifetime, compared to doing business or something, it is not much happier.

However, Zhou Yan didn't have such thoughts.

Since he slept last night, he has completely fused with the soul body of last night, and when his soul surged, his brain domain began to be activated in a large area.

This is commonly known as overnight, and the brain is opened.

"Dad, can I go with you?"

Zhou Yan asked.

Father Yan looked at him and asked with a puzzled expression, "What are you going to do with you?"

"Dad, I want to wrap up all the scraps in the model workshop and sell them all into imported cushions or something."

After all, he was his father, and Zhou Yan didn't hide any thoughts, and directly said his true thoughts.

As soon as he heard this, Dad Yan thought about it, didn't say much, and nodded directly: "Then you can go with me, but what to say and what not to say for a while, you must have a number in your heart."

"Okay, Dad, I see."

Zhou Yan nodded, and followed his father towards the chairman's office of Lihua Carpet Factory.

Lihua Carpet Factory is the old name in the past, and now it has another name: Lincheng Lihua Household Products Co., Ltd., referred to as Lihua International.

Although, they are still the same as before, mainly making woven carpets and printing and dyeing carpets.

Knock knock.

Father Yan knocked on the door of the chairman's office on the second floor of the Lihua International Office Building, and the voice of the boss Zhu Guomin came directly from inside: "Come in."

Listening to the boss's voice coming from the office, Dad Yan carefully pushed open the door of the office at this time and walked inside.

"Boss, are you here?"

"Well, what's the matter?"

"That's right, my son has another summer vacation this year, and I want him to do some temporary work in the factory, I don't know if it's okay?"

"Yes, it's still based on last year's price."

"Okay, then thank you boss."

Father Yan nodded and began to glance at his son.

Zhou Yan understood and said directly: "Mr. Zhu, I have a little matter, I don't know if I can say it?"

"Oh, what's the matter?"

At this time, Zhu Guomin raised his head from his desk.

Zhou Yan said: "Mr. Zhu, that's the case, I have a classmate, and their family is also in business."

"Recently, he told me that his company has recently received a batch of foreign trade orders, which are a batch of doormats for home furnishings.

However, because the price is particularly cheap by the other party, the general factory is not interested in taking it.

I just wanted to come to you and ask if I could contract all the scraps piled up in the model workshop in our factory, and I would slowly make it up after I got off work.

Get a little money and pay for my schooling."

"Entrance mats?"

As soon as he heard this, the light in Zhu Guomin's eyes suddenly dimmed, and he said directly: "Okay, these are small problems, anyway, those things are piled up there, you go directly to Zhu Yong and let him help you do it."

"Okay, thank you, Mr. Zhu."

"Well, it's fine."

"Then Mr. Zhu, you are busy first, and we will go out first."

"Well, you guys should go get busy first."

From the time Yan's father stepped into Zhu Guomin's office to the time they withdrew, Zhu Guomin didn't look up at them a few times during the whole process.

However, Zhou Yan did not go to his heart.

It's just the rules of society, so there's no need to take it to heart.

"Dad, you said, when you go to Zhu Yong's office, how much money will he ask us for?"

On the way to the office of Zhu Yong, the manager of the sales department, Zhou Yan asked Yan's father softly.

"I don't think it's too much."

Dad Yan said, and then added, "Anyway, there won't be less."

After speaking, he asked suspiciously, "Do you really have any classmates who want to buy floor mats?"

", I'm lying to them."

Zhou Yan laughed and said, "I plan to put all those scraps together, and then sell them on Taowang."

"Can this be done?"

Dad Yan didn't believe it.

Although he doesn't usually buy things from Taowang, he always knows about Taowang.

In the past, the factory also set up a sales channel for Taowang.

However, because he had to invest some money in advance to do this, Zhu Guomin, as an old-school businessman, did not believe in these channels at all.

Therefore, after investing thousands of dollars and seeing no results at all, Taowang's sales channels naturally no one followed up.

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Anyway, the main business of the factory is still wholesale, so Zhu Guomin really doesn't care about these retail channels for direct customers.

"Don't worry, Dad, I've got you covered."

Zhou Yan patted his chest with a confident look.

"Manager Zhu, are you busy?"

In front of Zhu Yong's office, the sales manager, Yan's father knocked on Zhu Yong's office door, and Zhu Yong's voice soon came from the door: "Who?"

Father Yan opened the door and walked in, and Zhu Yong was very happy when he saw it: "It's Lao Zhou, what's the matter?"

"That's right."

Father Yan told them what happened in Zhu Guomin's office just now, and then saw Zhu Yong also smiling, "Actually, there is also a headache for those waste scraps in the factory.

If you want to deal with it, you have to find someone to drive over and pull it away.

Not to mention the time-consuming and costly, it has to be handled by people.

If you want to earn some pocket money, there's no problem at all.

However, Old Zhou, you also know.

After all, this is something from the factory, if I don't want a penny, I will just give them to you, the boss will not say anything about it, everyone else's eyes are watching, and if someone asks me for other things in the future, I will also be very embarrassed."

Even if he is the boss's nephew, Zhu Yong will not let go of the money.

"Manager Zhu, I understand."

Zhou Yan didn't wait for his father to answer, and said directly: "You said that the number is good, we just want to earn some living expenses, and you also know that my grades are average, and this time it is estimated that I can only take three exams."

My dad and his family also worked hard to eat, and the family didn't have much money.

You said, I don't rely on myself to come out and fight hard, and when my parents are old in the future, how can I support them?"

"Haha, good boy, filial piety and intelligence, the future will definitely not be bad."

Zhu Yong laughed: "That's it, I won't ask you more, three thousand yuan, waiting for you."

It's all put together, sold out, and then the money is given to the factory."

"Okay, then thank you so much, Manager Zhu."

Zhou Yan directly agreed.

Originally, Father Yan heard Zhu Yong say that he had to spend 3,000 yuan to buy the pile of waste, which was disagreeable from the bottom of his heart.

It's all scrap, and the factory used to spend money to find someone to pull it out and throw it away.

Now, not to mention helping the factory deal with it, but also spending your own money, where is the reason?

However, seeing that his son had already agreed, Yan's father had nothing to say.

Three thousand is three thousand.

Anyway, all the things were put together, and Dad Yan estimated that he could at least put together a doormat of two or three thousand yuan to enter the door.

When the time comes, a doormat will be sold for five or ten yuan, and the money will be made up.

As the two of them walked out of Zhu Yong's office door, Zhou Yan began to say to his father, "Dad, we have to do this work as soon as possible.

I don't think I can do it this summer."

"Okay, you have a lot of ideas, you just have to look at the arrangement yourself."

Father Yan shook his head, looking unhappy.

Originally, I planned that this kid would help work part-time during the summer vacation to earn some living expenses for college, but I didn't expect that now it seems that not only can I not earn a penny of living expenses, but I also have to post 3,000 yuan upside down.

"Alright, alright, you can do it yourself."

Thinking that he would have to pay for three universities for this kid until September, and he would have to prepare for the next six months' living expenses for this kid, Yan's father felt a little anxious.

As soon as he shook his hand, he was ready to go to work in the workshop.

This kid doesn't work on the job, and the factory won't trouble him.

If you don't work by yourself, you won't have money to eat.

You have to work hard to make money.

Looking at his father's upset appearance, Zhou Yan smiled: "Old man, I can't see that you are irritated now, when your son makes money, I will see if you will be like this when the time comes."

At this time, Zhou Yan imagined that he could see it in the soul space, holding a mobile phone that was so high that he could see the pores on other people's faces, and directly took pictures of the old man's appearance at this time.

When he saw that he had made money, he looked shocked.

When the time comes, it is estimated that the old man will definitely snatch the photo in his hand and destroy it directly.

After all, it is one of the few "stains" in a lifetime.

Thinking of this, Zhou Yan's mood was even better.

"Old man, I'll go find my classmates first, ask someone to borrow something, and come back later."

"Okay, let's go."