Chapter 49 Something Happened
It is easy to lose track of time while busying around in the workshop, and before you know it, it’s time to get off work.
"Yuanchao, why haven't you left yet?" When getting off work, Director Ma came down from the building and took a walk around the workshop. This was a work habit he had developed over the years. He didn't expect that everyone else had left, but Song Yuanchao was still there.
"I'll clean up and wait for Daqi to come back and go together. He went out to deliver goods this afternoon." Song Yuanchao looked up and answered with a smile while sweeping the floor.
Director Ma nodded, turned around, and reminded Song Yuanchao to remember to lock the door when he left, and then left.
After cleaning the workshop and washing his hands, Li Daqi came back riding his tricycle, sweating profusely.
"Why are you so late?" Song Yuanchao quickly handed over a teacup of salty soda, and then handed him a towel.
Li Daqi took the teacup and drank most of it in one gulp. He then wiped his sweat with a towel and said, "There's been a queue for a while at the receiving end."
“How many people are there today?”
Li Daqi nodded: "There are three delivery companies ahead of me, they have too much goods and it took a long time to count them, so they were delayed."
"What kind of goods are these three companies delivering?" Song Yuanchao asked.
"I was just about to tell you about this." Li Daqi drank all the remaining salty soda in the teacup in one gulp and licked his lips, still feeling unsatisfied.
Salty soda is a drink provided to workers in many factories. This drink is very popular among people, especially in the summer and when the work intensity is high. A sip of sweet and slightly salty salty soda is simply very comfortable.
Although this kind of drink is usually only available in summer, after Song Yuanchao became the workshop director, he specially equipped the workshops with this drink for labor-intensive positions such as handling and delivery.
It is not difficult to make salty soda. Just add some citric acid, sugar, salt, water, and baking soda. If you want it to taste better, you can chill it. The school-run factory has the conditions for this. Song Yuanchao even wondered if the factory could sell salty soda to the public in the summer. If it sold well, it would be an unexpected income.
Song Yuanchao poured the last bit of salty soda he had reserved for him to Li Daqi. After he took another big sip, he continued, "Didn't you ask me to keep an eye on this? When I went to deliver the goods today, I found that the other factory did find another company to deliver labor protection supplies, but there was only one company, and the labor protection supplies they delivered were a little different from ours."
Song Yuanchao's heart sank slightly. It seemed that his guess was correct. What was supposed to come finally came.
After listening to Li Daqi's story, Song Yuanchao had some understanding of the situation. It turned out that the labor protection supplies sent by the other party were more fashionable than those of their school-run factory. For example, the work clothes of the other party were more like jackets, and the colors were not the traditional blue and gray, but brighter.
The same goes for shoes. The shoes that people gave me are almost the same as leather shoes when worn on the feet. In comparison, the old-fashioned work shoes produced by the school-run factory cannot compare at all.
"What else?" Song Yuanchao asked.
"I didn't look at the other things in detail, but it seemed like this was not the first time the deliveryman greeted the other warehouse."
Song Yuanchao nodded. It seemed that he had to find time to go there in person. He immediately helped Li Daqi push the tricycle into the warehouse, and then they locked the door together. After inspecting the warehouse and making sure everything was OK, he left with Li Daqi.
He rode his bicycle home and arrived at the alley half an hour later. Just as he was about to go into the alley, a person suddenly jumped out from the side. Song Yuanchao was caught off guard and was so frightened that he almost fell off his bicycle.
Looking closely, it turned out to be this kid Wang Jianjun.
Song Yuanchao has never seen Zhang Bin and Wang Jianjun since they ran away to work on their own. Zhang Bin and Wang Jianjun poached his people and left without even saying hello. Although Song Yuanchao had never intended to do the clothes hanger business for a long time, their behavior was tantamount to betrayal to Song Yuanchao. From the moment they left, Song Yuanchao no longer considered them his friends.
"Aid Korea..." Wang Jianjun's face turned red, and he opened his mouth but didn't know what to say for a moment.
"Do you have something to talk to me about?" Song Yuanchao looked at him and asked calmly.
"I...I..." Wang Jianjun hesitated for a long time. Song Yuanchao didn't have the patience to talk nonsense with him. He nodded and said, "I'm glad you're okay. It's getting late and I have to go back to cook. Let's talk another day..."
As he said that, Song Yuanchao pushed hard with his feet and was about to continue walking. At this time, Wang Jianjun quickly grabbed Song Yuanchao's handlebars and said in tears: "Yuanchao, I was sorry for you before. I was wrong. Yuanchao, please don't bear grudges. For the sake of our classmate, please give me a hand. Help me, help me...!"
Song Yuanchao frowned at Wang Jianjun's expression. What happened? Wasn't this guy and Zhang Bin doing well on their own? Although the profit from the clothes hanger business was not as good as before, it was still profitable. How come Wang Jianjun came to him like this after such a short time?
"What's wrong?"
It would have been fine if he hadn't asked, but as soon as he asked, Wang Jianjun actually started crying, with tears and snot all over his face. Seeing a young man in his twenties crying like this on the street, people passing by all stopped and gathered around to watch out of curiosity.
Looking around with a frown, Song Yuanchao didn't want to be watched like this. People who didn't know might think he had done something to Wang Jianjun.
He simply got out of the car and dragged Wang Jianjun to the side. Wang Jianjun did not resist and let Song Yuanchao drag him away. Seeing that there was no more excitement after the two of them left, the crowd naturally dispersed as if nothing had happened.
When they reached a secluded corner, Song Yuanchao let go of Wang Jianjun and asked him what had happened.
At this time, Wang Jianjun's emotions calmed down a little, and with red eyes he told the whole story.
Since leaving Song Yuanchao and working on their own, Zhang Bin and Wang Jianjun have indeed made some money. In less than a month, they have earned more than 3,000 yuan. This huge sum of money made Zhang Bin and Wang Jianjun extremely happy, and it also made them more convinced that they had made the right choice to work on their own.
Later, as more and more people started making clothes hangers, and Jiang Dongliang raised the price of the sleeves, costs increased and profits decreased.
But even so, because Zhang Bin and Wang Jianjun started early and hired a few more people, their daily profits still reached hundreds of yuan.
Although not as good as the initial one, it is still pretty good, especially after Gu Jie ended the clothes hanger business, Zhang Bin and Wang Jianjun's team completely replaced the team originally brought together by Song Yuanchao and became the largest team in the production and sales of clothes hangers in Shanghai.
Everything seemed to be going as smoothly as Zhang Bin and Wang Jianjun had imagined. They even dreamed of continuing this business for a long time and making more money. But who would have thought that things would develop in another direction, especially after Gu Jie withdrew. Faced with the continuous competition from similar products in the market and the decline in sales prices, Zhang Bin said that this would not work and he had to take some action.
In this way, Zhang Bin and Wang Jianjun led their people to compete with other teams. This competition was primitive and rough. Zhang Bin's method was nothing more than confronting others, fighting, grabbing territory and other tricks. But it must be admitted that this method was still effective. In just a few days, their market did expand a lot, and profits began to rise accordingly.
Facing the tyranny of Zhang Bin and Wang Jianjun, those who were beaten and driven away were filled with hatred. Everyone wanted to make a living through this business, but now Zhang Bin and Wang Jianjun were going to destroy their rice bowls! It is said that cutting off someone's wealth is like killing their parents. Since you are unkind, I am also unjust. I will just destroy all the rice bowls. If I can't eat, you Zhang Bin and Wang Jianjun can't eat well.
Just like that, these people secretly went to the police station to report Zhang Bin. In fact, the police station was not unaware of this kind of thing, but the current policy has been relaxed. If no one reports such a transaction, the police station will not bother to intervene. However, if someone reports it, the nature of the matter will be different.
Three days ago, the police station launched an operation against this matter, and immediately cracked down on the hanger trading gang of Zhang Bin and Wang Jianjun, and confiscated all the finished hangers and the raw materials stored in the air-raid shelter, including the production equipment.
Wang Jianjun was counting goods in the air-raid shelter that day and was caught by the police who came. Zhang Bin was selling goods in the vegetable market that day. When the police showed up, Zhang Bin realized the situation was not good and ran away. There were many people and the terrain was complicated, so this guy actually got away. However, his subordinates were not so lucky and were all caught on the spot.
