roccoschili Chapter 118 Buying the last-minute goods
Chapter 118 Buying the last-minute goods
"Third brother, this is all our own business. If you have anything to do, just give me your orders."
Bai Maowen is obsessed with Big Jeep, and he will do anything as long as he is not allowed to kill people.
Zhu San smiled and said: "Buy a stall at Xidan Night Market with your brother-in-law."
Bai Maowen was amused and joked: "Third brother, you don't think the night market is run by that country bumpkin, do you?"
The corner of Zhu San's mouth twitched: "I'm not a fool. I naturally know that the night market is state-owned. But since the Luomashi Night Market became popular and all nine night market stalls were wiped out, I inquired for a long time before I found out that your brother-in-law owns the Xidan Night Market. I want to sell it at my stall, but the price is too expensive, 2000 yuan."
"Two thousand! Why didn't he grab it?"
Bai Maowen was really shocked.
Although there is urban management these days, the stalls are not valuable in his opinion, and he can only charge one or two yuan in stall fees every month.
"The people who set up stalls in this mule and horse market have a daily turnover of two to three hundred yuan. Let's take half the profit and make at least three thousand yuan a month. Your brother-in-law ordered 2000 yuan, which is really not expensive."
It was rare for Zhu San to speak for Li Cunxi.
In fact, if he were to store stalls, he would sell at least [-] per stall.
"Since it's not expensive, just buy it."
Bai Maowen didn't take it seriously.
Zhu San smiled bitterly and said: "Maowen, we have all staked our money on the goods, how can we have the money to buy it? Besides, your brother-in-law's stall only costs 15 yuan, so he has the nerve to charge you two thousand."
talking.
He took out two big sticks from his trouser pocket and stuffed them into Bai Maowen's trouser pocket: "Just give twenty to your brother-in-law, if he dares to pick you to have a try."
"You're right, my sister is married to him, why should he make money from me? Okay, I'll go get a stall right now."
Bai Maowen quickly left the yard.
Zhu San sneered: "You two fool."
The new models on Xiushui Street have been selling well these days, and more than 1000 yuan has been withdrawn. Plus he has some financial reserves, so buying a stall will not be a problem.
But with a fool like Bai Maowen, why should he waste such money?
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Indeed, prices have been greatly reduced, output has been greatly reduced, and the quotas for blended and pure cotton fabrics in state-owned factories have been increased accordingly.
Fabrics increased, and the output of blended and cotton clothes also increased.
But orders did not increase and inventories gradually accumulated.
In order to relieve inventory pressure, manufacturers around the capital have openly allowed surrounding vendors to purchase goods.
Li Cunxi drove a tricycle and Wu Lei came to the Fifth Garment Factory in the suburbs of Beijing.
The reason why he came here was because there were batches of bat shirts exported to Xiangjiang that needed to be sold. The price was extremely cost-effective, but there was one thing, they had to be packed.
Li Cunxi got off the tricycle and said to the concierge: "Hello, I'm looking for Director Wu."
"Send your name and tell us what you need from our leader."
The uncle asked in a very formal way.
"My name is Li Cunxi, and I'm here to discuss business with Director Wu."
Li Cunxi replied with a smile.
Lu Changgui had already greeted him and was not afraid of being turned away.
"Talk about business in such a loud tone."
The uncle smiled contemptuously.
It is estimated that they are self-employed people who are here to buy goods. A group of self-employed people who are inferior to labor reform prisoners are really good at putting money on their faces.
"just wait."
The uncle walked slowly into the factory with his hands behind his back.
Li Cunxi looked at the posture and couldn't come back within ten minutes, so he simply returned to the car and chatted with Wu Lei.
To his surprise, the old man came back in only 5 minutes. He just ran too fast and panted for a few minutes in front of the iron gate before opening it and saying with a sorry smile: "Boss Li, our factory director said that he has been waiting for you for a long time. , hurry in."
"It's work."
Li Cunxi returned to the tricycle and drove into the factory.
The uncle looked at the butt of the tricycle and praised: "Hey, this capitalist is different and polite."
In front of the office building.
A middle-aged man in Chinese tunic suit was waiting early.
Li Cunxi was quite surprised. This was the first time he saw a factory leader who was so friendly to the people.
He quickly got out of the car and reached out his hand: "Director Wu, I'm sorry to trouble you this time."
"Boss Li, please don't say that. You can help me buy this batch of goods. You are my great benefactor."
Wu Changlai shook his hand lightly, and his first impression of Li Cunxi was that he was young, handsome, and spoke impeccably, not simply.
"What you said just offended me. Let's help each other, why don't we go see the goods first?"
"Okay, please."
Wu Changlai led the way.
Li Cunxi followed closely behind.
Soon.
The two came to the warehouse.
Li Cunxi glanced at the warehouse, and it was beyond his expectation.
There isn't much good stock here.
At this juncture, it is something unbelievable.
"Director Wu, have you dealt with Deliang completely?"
"Haha, last year I saw a news report saying that our chemical fiber production will increase fifty-fold by this year, so we decided to reduce production and expand other sales channels. Finally, we have achieved some results and accumulated some regular customers."
Wu Chang said that he was quite proud of himself.
All the garment factories in Beijing were unable to make ends meet, but only his fifth factory maintained positive profits.
"Then you are a really good leader who takes charge."
Li Cunxi expressed his praise.
Wu Changlai and Lu Changgui are simply two extremes.
Of course he hoped that there would be more hard-working people like Wu Changlai, but unfortunately, the reality was very skinny, and the factory director might not be as comfortable as Lu Changgui.
"Thank you. Let's look at the clothes first."
Wu Changlai faced to the left, pointed to the neatly stacked clothes and said, "Six thousand bat shirts, with an ex-factory price of sixteen each."
Li Cunxi turned around and felt his eyes were shaken.
Not to mention the material, the colors of these clothes are simply too gorgeous.
Bright yellow, bright green, bright pink, bright red. It would be better if it was just a single color. The problem is that these clothes also use splicing colors.
The splicing color actually doesn't matter, the dark and bright colors complement each other, but the person who designed the clothes was squeezed out and used bright color splicing.
You must know that the visual difference caused by excessive saturation of bright colors will bring strong visual stimulation to people.
In the early 80s, people's concept of dressing was relatively conservative.
The colors of clothes are mainly solid colors, with red, green and yellow colors rarely appearing. Even floral clothes with these colors are extremely dull. Such bright colors are completely inconsistent with the mainstream aesthetics. If you want to sell them, I'm afraid it will take a lot of effort to go, and at this price, there won't be much profit, so it's not worth the risk.
"Director Wu, I'm afraid I don't want these clothes..."
Li Cunxi was about to decline the deal when Wu Changlai added: "If you can pack it, I'll give you eight yuan a piece."
"Eight dollars?"
Li Cunxi was stunned for a moment, then bent down and touched the material of the clothes, and confirmed: "Are these bat shirts all pure cotton?"
Wu Changlai shook his head: "Not entirely."
"Are there any polyester-cotton blends? How much cotton does it contain?"
Li Cunxi asked again.
If the polyester cotton has a high cotton content and the quantity is less than half, it will still be profitable.
"It's not polyester, it's silk."
Wu Changlai answered.
"silk?"
Li Cunxi looked at the batch of clothes again, smiled and said: "Director Wu, this material is not from us, is it?"
Before the mid-80s, due to the poor quality and single color of domestic silk products, silk products in the international market were almost monopolized by Hong Kong, Japan and South Korea, and the domestic market share was less than [-]%.
It is now 83, and the technology has not yet been revolutionized. Therefore, these complicated silk fabric designs and colors are definitely not produced by domestic silk weaving factories and printing and dyeing factories.
Wu Changlai smiled bitterly and said: "To tell you the truth, this batch of goods is from a trading company in Xiangjiang. They entrusted us with the OEM last year. They also provided the materials and patterns. Who knows that a year after we completed the work, they didn't come to pick up the goods. , we tried our best to contact Xiangjiang, but the company went bankrupt, so we could only sell the goods to cover the OEM fee, but..."
Wu Changlai realized that he had said too much and shut up in time.