Can you sell 50 million in the first year?

Did he run a factory?

It's a joke!

Nine committee members, five shook their heads, and three chuckled.

Lou Huijian slowly exhaled a puff of smoke, and his determined gaze once again swept over everyone's faces.

"But, I believe it!"

Lou Huijian expressed his attitude word by word, and then said:

"It was because I expected such an outcome that I didn't plan to bring this matter to the Standing Committee for discussion, and I didn't even attend an office meeting. You might say Lou is crazy, but I think I'm worth the madness. ”

After taking a puff of cigarette and taking another sip of tea, Lou Huijian looked at Geng Qiancheng with sincere eyes.

"Secretary Geng, all the chairmen here, please forgive me for being stubborn, in this matter, my only original intention is just to let you go crazy with me...... When I'm done, I would like to invite comrades to criticize and correct me. ”

Geng Qiancheng was stunned.

He had a vague sense that the opportunity seemed to be quietly turning into a crisis.

Lou Huijian said this, obviously forcing himself into a corner, however, the opponent who has no way out is the most terrible opponent, just like the broken cauldron in the thirty-six plans, God knows what kind of energy the other party will burst out in a desperate situation.

It is meaningless to hold on to this matter and not let go, and the key point of victory or defeat is no longer on the conference table in front of us, but on whether the factory opened in Gangnan Village can sell 50 million products in a year.

If he does it, it means that he Lou will win thriftily, and win it cleanly, and win him Geng Qiancheng has no chance to turn the tables.

If you can't do it, it's a loss, you lose completely, you lose without chips, and you may lose so much that your career will come to an abrupt end.

……

Provincial capital.

Up and down nine.

Hongguang Stationery Factory.

After a busy day, Director Wu finally got a moment to relax.

In the past two days, I almost didn't tire him out like a dog.

Fortunately, Director Song was able to help him borrow 50,000 yuan from Ruiguang Garment Factory. After getting this money, plus the 25,000 yuan deposit left by the foreign businessman, Wu Weihua did his best to finally get the raw materials needed for 100,000 pencil cases, and got a spot supply of 400,000 pencil cases in the market.

400,000 spot pencil cases, according to the market price, is at most 100,000 yuan, but the profiteers in the market have a very keen sense of smell, and they actually sit on the ground and raise prices, which cost him an extra 20,000 yuan.

Fortunately, only 60% of the payment is required, and the remaining 40% can be delayed until next month.

Rao is like this, and he has also spent the funds in his hand that are about to bottom out.

Fortunately, the raw material supplier is more righteous, and after settling the previous arrears, this batch of raw materials can still be deposited.

As for the printing process, it can only be hardened with an old face.

Shangxiajiu Street, under the command of Director Song, most of them are factories and stores engaged in the garment industry, and there is no printing factory, otherwise, it can save a lot of things.

Tired and tired, but the heart is very happy.

When all the 500,000 pencil cases are delivered, they can get back the payment of 225,000 yuan, and after paying off the account, the factory can still leave a profit of 1120,000 yuan, and with this money, the wages of the workers in the factory will also be settled, and they will not worry about this matter for at least two years.

With his mind stirring, the more Wu Weihua thought about it, the more beautiful he became, and he couldn't help humming a Cantonese opera song.

The phone rings.

Wu Weihua grabbed the receiver as soon as possible, and now he no longer worries about money, and his enthusiasm for picking up the phone has also increased a lot.

The call was from Director Song.

After procedurally caring about the production progress, Director Song sent an invitation to Wu Weihua for dinner. His son is in junior high school, in order to enter a good school, but there is no lack of relationships, and now that his son has successfully entered school, it is time to thank these relationships.

Director Song said very well on the phone, Wu Weihua's family will be in junior high school next year, and he just used this dinner to introduce those relationships to Wu Weihua, but Wu Weihua was clear in his heart, but he just used this as an excuse to let himself pay for it in the past.

Not to mention whether the foreign businessman was invited by Director Song, only to say that the money borrowed from Ruiguang Factory, if no one was greeted by Director Song and personally guaranteed, there would be no possibility of this matter.

Therefore, Wu Weihualeng didn't even hit him, and happily agreed to Director Song's invitation.

After saying that they would meet at six o'clock in the evening, Wu Weihua closed the door of the office before half past five, and just came to the factory gate, but saw a post office courier riding a 28 bar rushing to the door.

"Red Light Stationery Factory, with telegrams, expedited ......"

Wu Weihua subconsciously stood still.

When the telegram was signed in the communication room, Wu Weihua took it and glanced at it, and the whole person froze.

The telegram was concise.

"Due to business adjustments, our company has terminated the contract of ordering 500,000 pencil cases from your factory, and the details and follow-up issues will be communicated and discussed separately."

This telegram ...... It's fake, right?

Wu Weihua wanted to stop the courier, but his mouth was open, but he couldn't make a sound.

In fact, he understood very well that this telegram could not be fake, and the post and telecommunications bureau would only make such a joke with him when it was full.

What to do?

Wu Weihua, who was like being hit by five thunders, was blank in his mind at the moment.

The raw materials have been bought, there is no reason to return without quality problems, and it is impossible to return the pencil case in stock.

I didn't eat the meat, but I owed a lot of debt, how can I live this life?

Seeing Director Wu like this, the uncle of the communication room hurriedly stepped forward to be concerned.

Wu Weihua finally regained some senses, smiled bitterly, and shook his head: "I'm fine." ”

It's no wonder that it's okay!

Although the uncle in the communication room did not have a diploma, he also studied elementary school and knew hundreds of Chinese characters, so what was written on the telegram was already seen when he signed for it.

Director Wu was tricked.

The Red Light Factory has planted a big heel.

"Come into the house and sit down, drink some tea, no matter what, that person has to live, right?" The uncle of the communication room persuaded him and finally got Director Wu into the communication room.

Wu Weihua held the teacup brought by the uncle in the communication room, he was stunned at first, and suddenly his heart was sour, and he couldn't help but roll down two lines of tears.

"Lin Bo, my Wu Weihua is incompetent, I Wu Weihua can't stand the workers in the factory......"

Lin Bo didn't say a word, and let Wu Weihua wail and vent.

After all, he was still a man, and after a few minutes, Wu Weihua's mood gradually calmed down.

Only then did Limber speak: "In my opinion, this is not necessarily a bad thing. ”

It's not a bad thing, is it a good thing?

Wu Weihua didn't care about wiping the tears on his cheeks, and his eyes rushed to Lin Bo with an expectation of asking for advice.

Limber smiled.

"Lin Bo hasn't read much, he doesn't know any big truths, he just wants to do his job well and get a full salary at some point, so ah, in Lin Bo's opinion, this red light factory is really better to die early, die early and live early......"

Wu Weihua was puzzled: "But the factory has collapsed, where can you get your salary?" ”

Lin Bo snorted: "My daughter-in-law is in the Ruiguang Factory opposite......"

Hearing the three words Ruiguang Factory, a lightning bolt suddenly fell in Wu Weihua's mind.

The originally chaotic and dark space suddenly lit up.

It's not that I saw the light and saw the future, but I suddenly figured out the ins and outs of this scam.

It must be that Director Liu of Ruiguang Factory is a thief and set up a trap, otherwise, how could he give Director Song so much face, and take the initiative to send 50,000 yuan over early the next morning?

Seeing that Director Wu was distracted, Lin Bo hurriedly coughed twice and dragged Director Wu back from his chaotic thoughts.

"You leaders, always say to us little people to have feelings for the factory, but when you talk about feelings, you have to go in one direction, Director Wu, it's not Lin Bo who takes the opportunity to complain to you, you Director Wu is a good person, everyone sees it, but what do other leaders think of our factory?"

Limber looked at the administrative office building.

"You say, how many people are idle in your small building? Which one wasn't shoehorned in by the leaders above? Which one was not supported by the workers and masters with their hard-earned money? ”

Wu Weihua was speechless, so he had to sigh.

"If you look at the Ruiguang factory again, when you are busy, even the factory director has to work in the workshop, and you can't find a person who eats idle food, and the workers work more and earn more, so who will have no feelings for the factory?"

Wu Weihua sighed, Lin Bo was right, but many things were not something he could control.

"Lin Bo will tell you a heart-wrenching word, in our factory, all those who can speak to Lin Bo are looking forward to the opposite Ruiguang Factory coming over to merge our Hongguang Factory, the conditions offered by others are good enough, all workers are fully charged according to the order, the salary can be raised by 20%, and the bonus is calculated separately, Lin Bo doesn't understand, why is the leader unwilling?"

Saying this, Lin Bo smiled deeply.

"You understand, I understand, the workers of the whole factory understand, alas...... So, Director Wu, don't be too sad, if you really think about the workers, then not only should you not shed tears, but you should laugh happily. ”

Wu Weihua couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

Love, if it can't be mutual, it's better to let go than to possess it.

He is true love for the Hongguang Factory and the workers in the factory, but he does not have the ability to bring prosperity to the Hongguang Factory and the ability to send a better future to the workers, so he should let go.

"Thank you, Limber......"

Speaking again, although Wu Weihua's voice was hoarse, it was much stronger than usual.

"Thank you for your enlightenment, I know what to do."

Putting down the teacup in his hand, Wu Weihua pushed open the door of the communication room.

Go to a special bullshit dinner, Lao Tzu is going to go to Liu Daguang from Ruiguang Factory tonight to drink, and he won't return home if he is not drunk.