Chapter 15 Half Sell Half Give Away
"Section Chief..."
Wei Xuejun had already thought of the serious consequences, his face was pale and his hands were shaking slightly. Jiang Dongliang was not much better. Even in the middle of winter, beads of sweat were oozing from his forehead.
"Chief Jiang, it's impossible for you to sell this batch of products in a normal way. You should think of other ways to recover the losses as much as possible."
Seeing how distraught they both looked, Song Yuanchao felt sympathy and reminded them.
"I've reached a dead end, what else can I do..." Jiang Dongliang murmured. He had already thought of the consequences. In despair, he hated the factory for making the decision without considering the technology and just doing it on the spur of the moment.
But what Song Yuanchao said was right. The key now was to sell this batch of products, even if it was sold at cost. It was better than leaving them in the warehouse as waste.
"Well, there is a way." Just when Jiang Dongliang and Wei Xuejun were almost in despair, Song Yuanchao said lightly.
As soon as these words came out, Jiang Dongliang was shocked and looked at Song Yuanchao quickly. He saw that Song Yuanchao did not continue speaking but instead smiled at him.
Jiang Dongliang came to his senses and hurriedly took out a cigarette. After taking it out, he hesitated for a moment and stuffed the remaining half of the pack of Mudan cigarettes into Song Yuanchao's hand: "Xiao Song... No, no, Brother Song, do you think there is a way? What is it?"
"Well..." Song Yuanchao hesitated a little, waved his hand and put the cigarette Jiang Dongliang forced to put aside, shook his head and said, "Chief Jiang, I can't say for sure about this matter, but I just feel... Well, forget it, how can a young man like me do something that even you old supply and marketing people can't handle? Just treat it as nonsense I just said."
Who is Jiang Dongliang?
I joined the factory at the age of 18 and worked there for more than 20 years, rising from an ordinary worker to supply and marketing clerk, deputy section chief, and section chief ...
In the supply and marketing business, dealing with people is a basic skill, and observing people's words and expressions has long become an instinct. Although Song Yuanchao said that he was talking nonsense and said something wrong, Jiang Dongliang did not think so, because the ability Song Yuanchao had just demonstrated had already surprised him greatly. What's more, Song Yuanchao's expression was obviously a little annoyed when he refused, as if he regretted his slip of the tongue. This shows that Song Yuanchao is definitely not talking nonsense, and it is very likely that he really has a way.
"Brother Song, I have no other options now, so let's try it out. If you have any ideas, tell me. Maybe it will work?"
Jiang Dongliang looked eager, and Wei Xuejun beside him also came back to his senses at this time: "Yes, yes, yes, Brother Song, just tell me what you think. As the saying goes, three cobblers are better than one Zhuge Liang. It doesn't matter if they are wrong."
Song Yuanchao hesitated, thought for a moment, spread his hands and said ashamedly: "Chief Jiang, Comrade Wei, I just said it casually. After thinking about it carefully, there is really no good solution."
At this point, Song Yuanchao saw their expressions dimmed, and deliberately said, "Well, I see it's not easy for you either. How about this? Chief Jiang just said that this set of tubes costs eight yuan per roll, right? How about I personally pay for 20 rolls for you? Don't think it's too little. Although 160 yuan is not much, it's my gift. It's fate that we met today."
Jiang Dongliang was stunned for a moment. He never thought that Song Yuanchao would actually pay for 20 rolls of casing out of his own pocket.
Who is Jiang Dongliang? He immediately understood what Song Yuanchao meant by saying this.
If Song Yuanchao had no solution, why did he offer to buy 20 rolls of casing with his own money? Could it be that Song Yuanchao really wanted to help others?
This is simply impossible! Although 160 yuan is not a lot of money, it is not a small amount for an ordinary family, but it is several months' salary for an ordinary worker. If these casings are really useless waste, why would Song Yuanchao buy them with his own money? Isn't this just throwing money into the water?
Jiang Dongliang's eyes lit up, and he quickly took over Song Yuanchao's words: "Brother Song, what are you talking about? What's the point of buying or not buying? I'm very grateful for your kindness. Just like you said just now, it's fate that we can live in the same room today. Since you like these things, let me make the decision today! I'll give you 20... No! 30 volumes directly, how about 10 volumes of the same color?"
"Send it to me?" Song Yuanchao asked in surprise.
Jiang Dongliang smiled and nodded without hesitation.
Song Yuanchao refused with a serious expression: "No, no! Chief Jiang, I am helping you, not taking advantage of you. How can I take it for free? And it's 30 rolls, which costs 240 yuan. Isn't this making me make a mistake? This is absolutely not allowed!"
"How could it be a mistake?" Jiang Dongliang explained quickly: "This product is originally waste. It can't be sold and it takes up space in the factory. Brother Song is helping our factory solve the problem. Besides, Brother Song has helped our factory a lot today, so it's only right that I give you 30 rolls of waste products."
"Chief Jiang, you are really good at talking." Song Yuanchao laughed after hearing this, but still shook his head and refused: "No matter what, I absolutely cannot take advantage of this. Helping is helping. If you accept things without paying, isn't that stealing from the public?"
"How is that possible! That's definitely not what I meant !"
For a moment, one of them wanted to send it by force, while the other refused. This made Wei Xuejun next to him a little confused. He looked up in confusion, pinched the leg of his glasses, and blinked as he watched the two people arguing over this matter.
After a long while, when Song Yuanchao firmly refused to accept it, Jiang Dongliang had no choice but to propose a compromise plan, that is, Song Yuanchao still offered 160 yuan, but Jiang Dongliang sold him 90 rolls of casing, which cost less than 1.8 yuan per roll.
According to Jiang Dongliang, since this batch of products has become waste, it would definitely be unreasonable to sell them at the original cost. This is the appropriate way.
"Well... Chief Jiang, won't you be losing money if you sell it at this price? It's still not suitable." Song Yuanchao was still hesitant.
Jiang Dongliang explained with a smile: "Brother, these are all scraps, so of course they are sold at scrap prices. How can they be calculated based on cost? Besides, these are not given to you for free. What's wrong with spending money on them?"
Song Yuanchao tilted his head and asked tentatively: "Hey... Chief Jiang, can you issue the invoice?"
Jiang Dongliang was immediately delighted when he heard this, there is a way!
"No problem! Of course there is no problem with issuing the invoice! By the way, our factory can also deliver goods to your door. Brother Song, give me the contact information, and I will ask the factory to ship the goods to you when I return."
"Isn't this too troublesome? If it's too troublesome, then forget it." Song Yuanchao thought about it and still felt embarrassed.
Jiang Dongliang patted his chest and assured that it was not a trouble and that he had the final say on such a small matter. Song Yuanchao stopped refusing and finally agreed.
Song Yuanchao gave Jiang Dongliang his phone number in Shanghai and asked him to call him directly after delivering the goods to Shanghai. As for the specific location of Song, Song Yuanchao would tell him when the time came.
Jiang Dongliang nodded his head like a chick pecking at rice, took out a small notebook and wrote it down carefully, then assured Song Yuanchao that he would go back to the factory tomorrow to make arrangements, and the goods would arrive in Shanghai in two days at most.
After saying this, Song Yuanchao and Jiang Dongliang stopped talking about solutions to the product problem. Seeing that it was getting late and they had to take a train back to Shanghai tomorrow, Song Yuanchao said hello to Jiang Dongliang and the others, then got into bed and went to sleep. After a while, Song Yuanchao's deep sleep was heard.
As for Jiang Dongliang, he also put away his worried look and went to bed to rest peacefully.
On the contrary, Wei Xuejun, who had not understood the whole thing, was worried. He lay in bed, still thinking about the product problem. He tossed and turned but could not fall asleep. It was not until the early morning of the next day that he finally fell into a drowsy sleep. When he woke up, Song Yuanchao had left without him knowing when.
