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At this time, I have already gone to work. It is said that the factory should be busy, but the workers who come and go seem particularly leisurely.

In fact, the state-owned enterprises at this time have already begun to decline, which is actually the same as working in rural areas. However, at this time, the factory is truly run by the workers. Basically impossible.

For things like absenteeism and being late, needless to say punishment, it is impossible to criticize even a few words, and of course it is even more impossible to deduct money. The workers who deduct money can kill you.

After entering the building of the factory office, I heard chattering in some offices, and the sound of laughter from time to time, Jiang Xiaobai shook his head helplessly.

In fact, many people of the older generation still have feelings for state-owned enterprises. They were born in the factory, went to school in the factory, worked in the factory, and saw a doctor in the factory.

A larger factory is actually like a small kingdom. Many people are closely related to the factory from birth to death.

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But people of the older generation pay attention to dedication and have the spirit of bearing hardships and standing hard work. However, with the development of the times, it is useless to only talk about spirit and dedication.

"Bang bang bang." Jiang Xiaobai knocked on the door of the head of the sales department.

"Come in." A deep voice sounded from inside, and it sounded like the owner of the voice should not be very old.

Jiang Xiaobai pushed the door open and saw a man in blue overalls sitting behind a desk. He was writing and drawing. He didn't know what he was busy with. When he saw Jiang Xiaobai and the others coming in, he just raised his head and took a look before continuing to work on himself. that's it.

Jiang Xiaobai didn't care about Section Chief Song's attitude. At this time, the state-owned enterprises are all big brothers, and they are very powerful. To put it bluntly, some factory workers with good profits are more popular than government agencies.

"Several comrades, do you have anything to do?" Song Weiguo asked without raising his head.

"It's Section Chief Song like this, we want to buy some glass bottles and cans." Jiang Xiaobai said.

Hearing this, Song Weiguo put down his pen, raised his head, looked at Jiang Xiaobai and asked, "Come and sit, which cannery do you belong to?" Then he shouted to the door, "Xiao Liu, come make a pot of tea."

Jiang Xiaobai watched the change in Song Weiguo's attitude, and said nothing, and waited until the tea was brewed before saying: "We are not from a cannery."

"It's not from the cannery, so why do you buy glass bottles? Who are you?" Song Weiguo's expression turned slightly gloomy.

"We are from the Jianhua Brigade of Shangma Commune. The yellow peaches on the mountain are ripe this year. We are going to buy some glass bottles to make canned yellow peaches." Jiang Xiaobai did not dare to say that he would sell them in cans.

"Okay, let's go back quickly. We are a glass factory. You can go to the supply and marketing cooperative to see if the glass you want is available." Song Weiguo waved his hands and prepared to drive away when he heard Jiang Xiaobai's words.

A villager who bought bottles for canning came to the glass factory. He was really ignorant. If you want a few bottles, I will make them for you alone. We regard our glass factory as a small workshop.

"Section Chief Song, we have a large quantity. There are a lot of yellow peaches on the mountain this year..." Jiang Xiaobai understood what Song Weiguo meant, and tried to explain, but Song Weiguo interrupted him before he finished speaking.

"Comrades, you should go back and take a look at the supply and marketing cooperative." Song Weiguo waved his hands casually, and sat back behind the desk. Jiang Xiaobai's words made him even more ignorant. There are so many yellow peaches, made into cans, Buy glass bottles, how many can you buy.

Wang Xiaojun and Liu Aiguo looked at Song Weiguo's indifferent and contemptuous expression, with a hint of anger on his face, but Jiang Xiaobai gave him a glare, and continued to sit obediently.

"Section Chief Song, you don't know how miserable our countryside is. Our countryside is poor. It's different from your big state-owned factories. We starved when we were starving this year. People in the village were starving to death. We It has been several years since Jianhua Brigade has no man who has been able to marry a wife, and no one is willing to marry at all..."

Jiang Xiaobai lowered his head slightly, and when he raised his head again, his eyes were red. In fact, he didn't want to be miserable, but this is the way of doing business with state-owned factories at this time. People have money and don't like to make money. What can you do?

"You little comrade, what are you doing? Didn't I tell you? Go to the supply and marketing cooperative, and there are glass bottles for sale." Song Weiguo looked at Jiang Xiaobai like this, with a trace of helplessness on his face, and said, The pen I just picked up is also put down.

"Section Chief Song, we really don't want to bother you, but if the yellow peaches on the mountain are not made into cans, they will not be preserved at all. When it comes to winter, we will..." Jiang Xiaobai continued.

"Little comrade, it's not that I don't help you. Our factory is for door and window glass. If you want to burn glass bottles, you need to make another production line and special molds. The quantity you want is too small, so I really can't help you. "

"How many of you need to be ordered to burn canning jars?" Jiang Xiaobai stopped complaining, and talked about this.

It's useless to cry anymore, as long as you want to help, then if the conditions are negotiated, it will be fine.

"At least 10,000 glass bottles can be fired before we can burn them. One is 20 cents, which means that it costs 2,000 yuan. Can you get them out?"

Song Weiguo said casually, two thousand yuan is really nothing if it is placed in later generations, but it is really a huge sum of money if it is placed in the present.

"Hehe." Jiang Xiaobai laughed dryly, what else could he say.

"Can you have less, such as..."

"For example, how many? 8000?" Song Weiguo asked.

"Is a thousand ok? We will definitely ask for more after that..." Jiang Xiaobai asked tentatively. In fact, the 100 yuan he had with him was only enough to buy 500 cans, but he didn't have the nerve to pay so much in one go. .

"Yes, Section Chief Song, don't worry, we will mobilize people from other villages to pickle canned yellow peaches when we go back, and we will definitely be able to eat your leftovers." Wang Xiaojun also said quickly.

"Okay, comrades, you go back first. I still have some things to do here." Song Weiguo went out with his bag between his hands, leaving Jiang Xiaobai and the other three in the room looking at each other.

"Brother Xiaobai, let's go back, it's useless." Wang Xiaojun said.

"Well, let's go first, and then think of other ways." Jiang Xiaobai nodded, and when the three of them left the factory and opened the gate of the glass factory, old man Wang looked out of the window and looked at the three of them and asked, "What's the matter?" Yes? It didn't work out?"

"Well, Uncle Wang, let's go first." Jiang Xiaobai nodded and said.

"What's going on? It shouldn't be. The sales of glass products in the factory are currently in a slump. How can Xiao Song push the door-to-door sales?"

Old Wangtou came out from the gatehouse and looked at Jiang Xiaobai curiously and asked them.

"Go in and talk." Jiang Xiaobai watched Old Wang's eyes roll and entered the concierge.