Chapter 33: Glory before the End
According to the distribution, after deducting the cost and everyone's commission, Song Yuanchao could earn about 1.5 cents for each clothes hanger.
Although the profit ratio has dropped a lot compared to the initial one, we must know that the current shipment volume is several times that of the initial one. Overall, the total profit earned by Song Yuanchao has still increased significantly.
In just a few days, the 300 rolls of casing were almost consumed. These 300 rolls of casing brought Song Yuanchao a profit of nearly 4,500 yuan, an extremely astonishing amount in this era, almost equal to the total income of an ordinary working-class family for about five years.
You have to know that in the early 1980s, a household with an annual income of 10,000 yuan was still an extremely enviable term. Now it was only the beginning of 1979, and Song Yuanchao was already a household with an annual income of nearly half a million yuan.
Seeing that the business was good, Song Yuanchao calculated the time and called Jiang Dongliang. This time he directly increased the quantity of the next batch of casings, from 300 rolls last time to 800 rolls. He readily settled the payment for the first 300 rolls with Jiang Dongliang after delivering the goods, and then told him to continue waiting for the next batch of replenishment.
In just less than a week, 1,100 rolls of casing were sold. Although he only received the payment for 300 rolls, Jiang Dongliang was already very satisfied. He was full of confidence in the future cooperation. It seemed that the problem of this batch of casing that had worried him was finally solved smoothly.
After work that day, Song Yuanchao and Li Daqi went directly to the air-raid shelter. When they got there, everyone was waiting for them, with great anticipation on their faces.
After checking the accounts, Song Yuanchao distributed the money to everyone in anticipation. Everyone calculated according to the number of products produced and the sales amount, and the most could get more than 200, and the least could get more than 100.
After receiving the money, everyone's faces were filled with happy smiles, and those who were skeptical at first were completely relieved like Zhang Bin and his friends before.
"Everyone has worked hard these days. Tomorrow there will be 800 rolls of casing delivered. I have also arranged the purchase of iron wire. Zhang Bin, Wang Jianjun and Gu Jie, each of you will take one person to pull the iron wire back as soon as possible. Remember to get the ticket and check the quality. If it is severely rusted, don't pull it. Do you understand?"
"Don't worry, Yuan Chao, I guarantee that this matter will be taken care of." Zhang Bin smiled and patted his chest to make the promise.
After arranging today's work, Song Yuanchao and Li Daqi left first. As soon as Song Yuanchao and the others left, Zhang Bin and others each selected someone and rushed out to pull the wire.
When we arrived at the school-run factory, it was time to go to work.
Song Yuanchao and Li Daqi, wearing work clothes, signed in at the door and went straight to the workshop.
The workshop has already started to get busy. The school-run factory has had a lot of tasks . With the recovery of the national economy, various factories and enterprises are resuming production in full swing. Although the school-run factory is only a small factory producing labor protection products, it has also received a lot of orders under this trend.
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"Master, you're here." In the workshop, Song Yuanchao, who was doing routine preparations before starting work, heard someone calling him. He turned around and saw that it was Director Ma. He hurriedly trotted over with a smile.
"Let's go to my office and sit for a while." Director Ma took a look at the situation in the workshop and said to Song Yuanchao with a look of satisfaction on his face.
Song Yuanchao responded and followed Director Ma out of the workshop and to the office. After entering the office, Song Yuanchao hurriedly fetched water and poured tea. After finishing his work, he handed over a cigarette.
"Are you used to going to work these days?" Director Ma asked kindly as he lit up a cigarette and took a puff.
"It's pretty good. The atmosphere in the factory is very good and my comrades take good care of me. Thank you for your concern, Master." Song Yuanchao said modestly.
Director Ma nodded and said, "You just arrived. The most important thing now is to study. Watch more, listen more, and learn more. Go through all the processes before and after and understand the situation of each link..."
Director Ma was smoking and drinking tea while instructing his apprentice.
After a few days of contact, Director Ma was very satisfied with his apprentice Song Yuanchao, who was smart, clever, studious, and more importantly, respectful to himself.
As Director Ma was talking, Song Yuanchao was listening on the side. He took out a small notebook he carried with him and took notes. He nodded from time to time, looking like he was willing to learn humbly.
After a while, Director Ma, who was still unsatisfied, stopped and asked with a smile whether Song Yuanchao had his own opinion on the situation in the factory and how he planned to carry out the follow-up work.
In response to this, Song Yuanchao spoke according to what Director Ma had said before. The general direction was still the same as Director Ma, but he shared his own "understanding" in terms of details.
After hearing this, Director Ma felt even happier and became more friendly towards Song Yuanchao.
"Yuan Chao, you are young, energetic, and educated, which makes you different from ordinary workers. If you have your own ideas and considerations at work, just tell me directly. We are all here for work, so there is nothing that cannot be said."
"I understand, Master. However, I just arrived and still need to learn many things. I will need to trouble you to guide me when the time comes." Song Yuanchao replied with a smile, but he did not mention Director Ma's suggestion that he express his own opinions.
Although Director Ma is his master, he is still the factory director and the leader.
If you take what the leader says seriously, you are a big fool. Often, leaders say these things just to show off their democracy, magnanimity, and care and love for their subordinates and juniors. Song Yuanchao is not a fool, and of course he understands the reason behind this.
After saying that, seeing that it was getting late, Song Yuanchao returned to the workshop. At this time, his comrades in the workshop had already started working busily.
The school-run factory has a lot of work to do these days and the tasks are heavy. For example, the batch of work clothes that the factory is making now is an order placed by Shanghai Steel Plant No. 5. There are more than 2,000 pieces, and they need to be delivered within two weeks.
Everyone is busy working to meet deadlines, and it looks like a busy and bustling scene.
But Song Yuanchao knew very well that the popularity of the school-run factory was just an illusion. In just one year, the school-run factory of No. 2 Middle School went from prosperity to decline and eventually disappeared into history.
In previous lives, many school-run factories were like this, and No. 2 Middle School was no exception.
Song Yuanchao returned to Shanghai in his previous life. Although he never went to No. 2 Middle School again, it doesn’t mean that he doesn’t know the situation of No. 2 Middle School.
Although the school-run factory of No. 2 Middle School was larger than ordinary school-run factories and technically stronger than other school-run factories that simply relied on hand-pasting matchboxes and making paper boxes, due to institutional and other reasons, it inevitably came to an end after only a short period of less than two years of prosperity after resuming production in 1978.
After the Spring Festival in 1981, this school-run factory, which had been established for more than 20 years, lost its competitiveness due to various reasons, including backward product structure, poor sales channels, and aging equipment. It no longer had production tasks and finally closed down after struggling for several months.
As for how the people working in the factory were arranged at that time, Song Yuanchao was not clear, but he knew that the factory building of this school-run factory was later rented out to someone else. Later in the mid , when No. 2 Middle School was rebuilt, all the buildings here were demolished and completely became history.