Rebirth of the New Farmers in the 1980s

As soon as the door was opened, there was a musty smell.

Wan Feng frowned. The musty smell meant that some of the things inside had become moldy and rotten.

Once the cloth is moldy and rotted, it loses any value. It is worthless and can only be thrown into the garbage dump.

There are many wooden shelves in the warehouse, which occupy the entire warehouse row by row. Each shelf is two meters wide and about a person’s height. The shelves are full of bundles and piles of cloth. , It is not an exaggeration to describe it as a mountain.

The custodian probably couldn't bear the smell in the warehouse and didn't enter the warehouse. Laozi Xia Qiulong also left after arriving here because he still had his own work.

Only Wanfeng Xia Qiulong and the custodian are left here.

Wan Feng put the two packs of Qianmen cigarettes into the custodian's pocket.

A box of Qianmen cigarettes was more than 50 cents, which was only smoked by senior cadres at that time, and a smile appeared on the face of the custodian immediately.

Wan Feng doesn't think he will suffer any loss if he has a good relationship with the custodian. The county magistrate is not as good as taking care of it now. When he comes to pick up the cloth, he will deal directly with the custodian. This little effort can be earned back no matter what.

Wan Feng and Xia Qiulong walked into the warehouse and wandered among the shelves.

Many of the cloths placed here are covered with dust, some of which are almost one centimeter thick. How many years have they been thrown here?

"The goods on this shelf are all old goods from a few years ago. The backlog is too long, and the cloth is too bad to be used."

"There is less dust on the cloth on this shelf. It seems that the cloth surface should have been sent in this year, and the problem of being a defective product is only out of print. Only such cloth is of value."

The so-called out-of-print cloth means that the coloring is not done well, and it is gaudy or has blank pieces.

In fact, this kind of cloth can be re-dyed into another color and reused, but it is classified as defective products.

No one cares about these cloths here, but in Wan Feng's eyes, these things are stacks of tickets.

How can I say that Xia Qiulong has worked in this factory for several years, and he is better at identifying cloth than Wanfeng. He introduces the types of cloth on the shelves one by one, infers the backlog time, and the reason for the defective products.

After about half an hour, Wan Feng had a general understanding of the cloth in the entire warehouse.

Nearly half of the defective cloth here can be reused, while the other half has become moldy and weathered due to the long backlog and has lost its use value.

But even half of the commodities that can be used are enough for a small garment factory to produce for several years. It can be seen how much cloth is backlogged here.

Seeing that the factory was almost closing time, Wan Feng and Xia Qiulong walked out of the warehouse.

The custodian locked the door.

While walking outside, Wan Feng chatted with the custodian, because there were two boxes of Qianmen cigarettes as a base, the custodian almost answered Wan Feng's questions.

"Uncle, do you know the estimated price of these processed cloths?"

"Didn't Lao Xia tell you? Probably he didn't have time to tell you. When Lao Xia asked the factory leaders yesterday, the factory leaders met. Money, because the raw materials for these cloths come according to the plan, so the cloth tickets have to be charged the same, and the factory leaders discussed and decided to charge half of the cloth tickets.”

Some waste products can also be marked with three prices, which is amazing enough.

The price of finished cloth on the market is between 40 cents and 50 cents, which should be very reasonable as a defective product.

It was another surprise for Wan Feng to have half of the distribution tickets left.

Still have this kind of operation?

"Then how do you differentiate the price?"

"It's on-site pricing, as much as you set."

Wan Feng was a little confused, who would set the price? Is it possible that when he came to pick up the cloth, the factory leader personally set the price?

"Then who sets the price?

Wouldn't it be your factory leader who decides by himself? "

The custodian chuckled: "They are busy all day long, and they still have this kind of time. Of course, whoever manages this place will decide."

Wan Feng's eyes lit up, could it be...

"Could it be you, uncle, who set the price?" This seems a bit inconsistent with the rules and regulations. A custodian is also responsible for setting the price, which is unreasonable no matter how you think about it.

This is really a waste product with no human rights, and even the pricing is fooled by random people.

But this is good news for Wan Feng.

"Of course I set the price."

Wan Feng felt that he was too prescient to take out the two packs of Qianmen cigarettes just now.

"What kind of goods do you take in the warehouse, I will calculate the price and invoice you, and then you go to the accounting department to pay the money and it's over."

Wan Feng took a deep breath and suppressed the beating of his heart.

It seems that God always favors those who are well prepared. This is simply a good thing like a pie in the sky.

In his previous life, Wan Feng firmly did not believe in such things as pies falling from the sky, but now his belief has been shaken a little.

Just because the custodian took his two packs of cigarettes without changing his face or heartbeat, Wan Feng didn't think he was a person who sticks to principles.

"Uncle, what's your surname?" Wan Feng immediately expressed full respect to the custodian.

"Waiting for your surname to be strict, and being strict with benefits."

It's a really cheap name.

"Then I'll call you Uncle Yan, Uncle Yan! Do workers like you bring their own lunch or go home to eat?"

"Haha, my house is just over a mile away from here, so I'll go home for lunch at noon."

"That's how it is. Brother Xia and I are going to eat out at noon. If you don't mind Uncle Yan, let's have a light meal together and just have an extra pair of chopsticks."

Yan Shi thought for a moment: "Is this okay?"

"What's wrong with this? It's just a simple meal. My father Xia is also here. Brother Xia, you ask your father to come out and have some dinner together. If you are afraid of affecting our going farther, then go to the Weimin Restaurant in Nandapo. , I’ll go and order food first, Uncle Yan can go with you and my Father Xia when we get off work, don’t forget Weimin Restaurant.”

At this time, the group had already reached the middle of the factory, and countless workers were pouring out from various workshops, and it seemed that there were still more than ten minutes before the afternoon shift.

Xia Qiulong quickly went to call him Lao Tzu, while Wan Feng left the factory first and headed north to Nandapo.

The textile printing and dyeing factory in Weimin Hotel is seven to eight hundred meters away, and Wan Feng walked for about ten minutes.

There were not many people in the restaurant, so Wan Feng took the time to order.

Stir-fried shredded pork, bean curd skin with hot pepper, egg with chopped green onion, fried pork with black fungus, stewed chicken with mushrooms.

In Hongya, there is a saying that no fish is considered a feast, so a plate of fish is essential, and the last dish is carp in sauce.

It's just that this fish is a bit small, probably around two catties, and Wan Feng usually doesn't take such a small carp, as it's too small.

A bottle of Hongya Chenxiang, which is considered a good local wine, costs one yuan and one bottle more.

This table was regarded as a relatively high-end banquet at that time.

Wan Feng chose a table near the corner, and he had to serve as a guest waiter.

When Wan Feng brought the dishes to a table by the wall, Lao Xia, Yan Shishi and Xia Qiulong also happened to arrive.