Volume 1: Little People Return 2014 Chapter 018 A Group of People Far Away from Romance
"Boss, I've finished my goods. Do you have any orders?"
In an old Chaoshan house, a middle-aged woman in her thirties or forties stood in front of a middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man was smoking with a sad look on his face, and the ashtray beside him was full of cigarette butts, looking a little confused.
Looking around, there are seven or eight sewing machines simply distributed in the old house. Three or two middle-aged women are leisurely operating the sewing machines, chatting with each other and making goods. There is also a pile of packaged underwear in the corner. It is obvious that this is a simple family workshop.
Guzhen is an industrial town that started out as a textile industry. It has hundreds of textile factories, which were also built up step by step from family workshops.
As a local, Huang Shijie worked in a textile factory for more than ten years. No one wants to work for a lifetime, so he used his savings to start his own business.
The competition among textile factories is already fierce enough. If we continue to make traditional underwear, we will not be able to compete with those big factories.
Therefore, Huang Shijie targeted the market of sexy lingerie, which he believed had great potential, and this was also the motivation for his entrepreneurship.
At the same time, we also help some large factories that are overwhelmed by the workload and take on some orders to maintain operations.
However, ideals are full and reality is cruel. How can starting a business be that simple?
Without stable sales channels, there will be no sufficient orders. Without sufficient orders, there will be no way to support the workers. The backlog of funds and goods will cause huge psychological pressure.
The current textile industry is not doing well. Even some large factories are finding it difficult to operate, let alone get orders from OEM factories.
The sexy lingerie market that Huang Shijie targeted also had little success, as his customers were basically small online stores and were not stable.
Less than two years after starting his business, Huang Shijie found himself entering the world of middle-aged baldness early. Even though it was the height of July, he still felt cold on his head.
"Don't worry, Aunt Zhang. The order will come soon. You can take a day off after you finish the work."
Huang Shijie forced a smile and answered somewhat embarrassedly.
"Okay then. Also, when will I be paid for last month's wages? You know my situation, boss. I need money urgently for my child's schooling."
"Tomorrow, I will give it to you immediately after receiving the payment from the customer. Don't worry. My home, Huang Shijie, is here, and my factory is also here. I can't run away." Huang Shijie said helplessly.
"That's not what I meant. Boss, you go ahead and do your work first." Aunt Zhang said and turned to go out to the workshop where several middle-aged women were chatting and communicating with each other.
Huang Shijie sighed. If he really couldn't continue working, he would have to pay off his wages, sell the equipment, and then go back to work in the big factory in shame.
The feeling of being a boss is not as good as I imagined. It is not as comfortable as the days when I was working before.
Thinking of this, Huang Shijie took out his mobile phone and wanted to make a call to several customers to urge them to pay for the goods, otherwise paying their wages would be a problem.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he took out his cell phone, it rang. He saw the number was from a customer who frequently bought goods from him recently, a young guy wearing glasses, and the cooperation between them was quite pleasant.
Huang Shijie was shocked and cleared his throat before answering the phone. "Boss Zhang? I was just about to call you about the payment...ah? What? You came to my place?"
Huang Shijie walked out while answering the phone. Several middle-aged women looked over curiously, wondering if another customer had come.
To be honest, for them, working for Huang Shijie is quite good. The boss is nice, the work pressure is not too great, it is close to home, and the working hours are relatively flexible, unlike working in a big factory.
But if Huang Shijie can't do it anymore, they will have to find another way out. After all, people can't starve to death, right?
After a while, Huang Shijie came in with two young men, and a look of disappointment flashed across the faces of several middle-aged women.
So young? Not even as old as my son. How can this be a big customer? It must be some small order, not enough to fill the gap.
Zhou Dongsheng took a quick look at the environment. It was a typical family workshop. As a local of Gu Town, he was very familiar with it.
I looked at several middle-aged women, and found that they were basically the same age as my mother, and they came out to work to earn money to supplement their family income.
The so-called sexy lingerie is often more popular among young people and symbolizes avant-garde ideas, but the people who make sexy lingerie are often the group of people who are farthest away from sensuality.
Looking at the middle-aged aunt, Zhou Dongsheng smiled and asked, "Auntie, what is this you made?"
Auntie laughed and said, "I won't wear big pants even if you give them to me."
"Hahaha, if you wear this to your old man, he'll probably have nightmares."
"Young man, what do you do for a living?" Zhou Dongsheng started the conversation, and the aunts did not hesitate to ask back with a smile.
"We run an online store and we sell these big pants." Zhou Dongsheng also laughed.
"Let's have tea inside. Is this brother's first time here? Are you opening a shop together with Boss Zhang?" Huang Shijie led the two inside with a smile.
The inner room was very simple. Apart from the necessary coffee table, there were a few model dummies wearing some simple sexy lingerie. In Zhou Dongsheng's eyes, such styles were still too conservative.
The three of them sat down in front of a coffee table. Zhang Xuhui pushed up his glasses and said with a smile, "His name is Zhou Dongsheng. We opened the online store together. He just came back from Guangzhou and wanted to come and take a look at your place."
"Boss Zhou, hello, hello. It's great that you dare to make a living at such a young age. Unlike me, I have not made a name for myself even at my age." Huang Shijie said while making tea.
"Boss Huang is not bad. With such a big family workshop, he can probably earn hundreds of thousands a year." Zhou Dongsheng said casually without any hesitation.
"It would be great if I had that much. I would earn a little more than working, but the pressure would be much greater. You guys are better off and more comfortable." Huang Shijie sighed.
After three rounds of tea and a few more casual words, Huang Shijie said a little embarrassedly: "By the way, Boss Zhang, when do you think we can arrange the payment for the goods?"
"Oh, we are here to pay for the goods. Do you have a card machine here? I'll pay you first, and then we can talk about other cooperation." Zhou Dongsheng casually took out a card.
The payment was not much, just a few thousand yuan, for a few hundred pieces of underwear, which was less than half a day's output of this factory.
Although Huang Shijie's family workshop is not big, if the order volume is sufficient, he can produce 3,000 to 4,000 pieces of underwear a day. Even if the profit of each piece is only 2 yuan, he can still make 7,000 to 8,000 yuan a day. Even after deducting the labor cost, the profit is still considerable.
If money wasn't an attractive option, why would Huang Shijie start a business? Although starting a business is risky, the benefits are also greater than working.
Of course, the premise is that there are sufficient orders.
After paying for the goods, Zhou Dongsheng casually asked, "Boss Huang, I think the profitability of your OEM factory is not very good. Have you considered selling it? Or maybe cooperating with us..."
Zhang Xuhui, who was standing by, just took a sip of tea and choked, coughing madly. Looking at Zhou Dongsheng's serious expression, an absurd idea flashed through Zhang Xuhui's mind.
Did Brother Sheng really win the lottery? He asked to buy a factory right away?
