Back To Eighty

Chapter 107: Business Card

“Then we’re taking advantage of it. You forgot about Xiaopingtou? Going against the boss, I’m afraid ten heads won’t be enough to cut off.” Lu Huai’an snorted and didn’t lift his head: “We’ll talk about this later, you eat first. Come on, I rolled it, it’s very strong.”

“Did you roll it?” Uncle Qian suddenly became interested and ran in: “Do you still have any noodles?”

Shen Mao was frying eggs carefully, next to Guoguo who was trying his best to look at the stove.

He took the shovel and turned around helplessly: “I just took it out, it’s hanging there, and the bowl at the back is filled with yam, I just fry it, you just pour it on.”

“Hey, good!”

The weather is getting warmer, and the temperature of the noodles is just right.

Uncle Qian scooped a large spoonful, and then used chopsticks to pour the front and back of the face thoroughly: “Wow, it looks delicious.”

“That’s not it, diced meat, radishes and cabbage, what did Brother Lu say it’s called? Zhajiang, haha, he taught me how to make it. It’s quite interesting.”

If you want to let him say, isn’t this just a snoring fry, you put a piece of frying on everything.

But when Lu Huai’an talked about the fried sauce, he really had some meaning in it.

Especially after frying, the color of the soup is not the same as the sauce.

“Zhajiang, hey, let’s try it.” Uncle Qian ate a chopstick and immediately got up: “Come on, Guoguo, Dad will give you a whole bowl, it’s delicious!”

Guoguo didn’t reply, “No!”

Eh?

“Uncle Qian, eat it by yourself, Guoguo is waiting for my fried eggs.” Shen Maoshi waved his spoon and smiled: “I fry it the day before yesterday with a very tender yellow inside, she insisted that I make it again. once.”

“That’s fine.”

A bowl of fried noodles, without a spoonful of soup, Qian Shuxiang couldn’t even lift his head.

As a result, he looked at the fruit in the fruit bowl, and his eyes were straight: “What is this called?”

Guoguo held a bowl bigger than her face and blew the noodles hard: “Uncle Mao made it for me.”

Hearing his question, Shen Maoshi turned around and said, “Stir-fried pork with sour beans, children should eat less spicy food.”

The beans have a sour fragrance, and they are fried with mashed meat.

Oh that scent!

In particular, there was an egg fried to a golden edge on top, and the white and yolk were still clearly defined.

Guoguo poked her chopsticks, and the egg yolk wanted to overflow. She was very happy: “It’s so beautiful! It’s like the moon!”

Seeing her happy, Uncle Qian smiled and shook his head, who wanted to taste it.

Forget it, he would only have two mouthfuls of this bowl.

Uncle Qian put down the bowl and got up, and went to Lu Huai’an to talk back to the original matter: “I think it can be done. We also checked it yesterday. There is only a factory building left in the factory, and there is nothing left.”

“Yeah.” Lu Huai’an was reading the newspaper. He directly ordered it for a whole year, and they would send it to the house every day: “There’s a pit left, just waiting for people to jump in.”

For his conservative view, Uncle Qian said that he could not agree: “This is a pit, but it is also an opportunity!”

Now that they are all worried, as long as they say they will take over, they will definitely be able to buy it at a very low price.

The site is ready, and there is no need to build the factory.

Although there are only eight sewing machines now, the sewing workers are ready-made!

You can also pick and choose, the good ones stay, and those who are not diligent get out.

“After a batch of goods comes out, we will buy some new machines. The machines will make clothes, the clothes will be sold for money, and the money will be used to buy machines…”

The more Uncle Qian thought about it, the happier he became. He felt that it was like the chicken and the egg, the egg and the chicken, endless!

“You think so well.” Lu Huai’an closed the newspaper and handed it over: “Look at this.”

What?

Uncle Qian stretched out his hand and retracted it again: “I can’t read!”

He still barely knows the words in daily life, let him read and read newspapers? It can be pulled down.

This, he really forgot.

Lu Huai’an was about to bring it back when Gong Lan, who was eating noodles silently, suddenly said, “Well, shall I read it?”

She opened her mouth, but Lu Huai’an didn’t think much about it, and handed it over: “That’s it.”

“Okay.” Gong Lan glanced at him gratefully, then lowered her eyes and said, “”Anxin Road Department Store Signs Profit Contracting Contract with Municipal Finance and Taxation Bureau”, the profit contract stipulates that Anxin Road Department Store shall bear all the responsibility of the Municipal Finance and Taxation Bureau. The financial tasks assigned by it…”

These professional terms are quite a mouthful, and she reluctantly read them.

Uncle Qian frowned when she heard it, and after she finished reading, she pulled out her ears: “I don’t understand, what does the contract system mean? Why do you need to pay?”

“There are quite a few department stores opened a few days ago, some are profitable, some are not.” Lu Huai’an tapped the table: “This department store is about to close, so I signed a contract system.”

He dipped a little water in his hand and drew a circle.

“The store gets 45% and the finances get 55%.” Lu Huai’an calmly erased most of them: “The employee’s commission salary and holiday employee benefits must come from the profit-making side of the store.”

Uncle Qian secretly cheated, hesitated for a while, then pointed to the half that was erased: “I want to do this half.”

They only take money and do nothing.

“You think it’s beautiful.” Lu Huai’an raised his hand to brush off the water stains and laughed: “Who doesn’t want to take over the garment factory, the profit is real, but the question is, can you eat it? Also, will they let you? eat?”

Now jumping out to fill the pit, there is a high probability that the contract system will be required.

After all, it is a collective factory, and all the workers have invested money in it.

Besides, you still owe wages, and you still owe money for goods. You took over the factory, but you didn’t take over the workers and debts?

“At most, we will agree to a six-month extension. Once profit is made, all debts must be deducted from the profit.”

Thinking about it carefully, this is really the case.

Uncle Qian waved his hands again and again and shook his head: “Then this can’t be done, it can’t be done.”

What a joke, this is simply working for someone else.

“The unit will not lose money.” Lu Huai’an took the newspaper from Gong Lan’s hand and continued to look slowly: “Only the factory will close down. They have no risk. Of course, it doesn’t matter who is the manager of the factory. At least one thing can be done. To be sure, they will not agree that the collective factory will be turned into a private one.”

Uncle Qian was stunned for a while, then rubbed his face: “Then are we out of play?”

“That’s not necessarily true, but what I want is not a factory.” Lu Huai’an smiled: “I don’t want any mess, and now I can’t turn it into a private company. Maybe in a few years, but I just want a car right now. .”

What car?

After thinking about the car in the garment factory~www.readwn.com~ Uncle Qian’s eyes widened: “No, you wouldn’t say you want to get that tractor, right?”

“yes.”

There is a tractor, although the speed is a bit slow, but it is convenient to drag goods. When the time comes, I go to the village to pull some vegetables or something to sell. It is also a income, and there is no risk.

“That’s impossible, it doesn’t exist.” Uncle Qian waved his hands again and again and died of laughter: “How many people are obsessed, I guess they won’t clear the tractor after clearing other things.”

Lu Huai’an didn’t care either: “When they can’t do anything, they will always sell it.”

“I feel it, it’s a bit difficult.” Uncle Qian thought of his drinking yesterday and was a little confused: “Old Guo said he wanted to invite you to dinner, do you think we should go?”

“Go, of course you have to go.” Lu Huai’an pointed upstairs: “Let’s take that black and white TV with you, it’s good to give it away.”

Is it such a bold move?

Rao has seen a lot of the world, but Uncle Qian’s face is still a little distorted with distress: “A 9-inch TV is now sold for 650 on the black market! Who to give it to?”

Such a large sum of money!

Enough to buy a small bungalow!

“Send it to Guo Ming, haha, he won’t accept it.” Lu Huai’an laughed and waved his hand: “But we have shown our attitude, haven’t we?”

Do you mean to go through the motions?

“Okay, I’ll get it.”

Uncle Qian stomped his feet, thinking that if Guo Ming really accepted it, even if he was reluctant to let his child get caught in a wolf!

In the end, he took the TV and saw that Lu Huaian was writing.

“What are you writing about, these little pieces.” Uncle Qian thought it was very interesting.

“Hey, don’t move.” Lu Huai’an took the piece of paper in his hand and placed it carefully: “This is called a business card.”