Kneeling in front of my wife’s tombstone and crying bitterly, I was reborn

Time flies, and several days pass.

Both Chen Shubao and Lan Yue continue to have orders sent back to the factory.

The difference is that all Chen Shubao's orders are from Shenzhen City, while Lan Yue's orders are no longer in Jiangcheng. She has developed business in several cities around Jiangcheng.

As orders continued to come in, Wanjia Lighter Factory also had more than five million yuan in its books.

Zhao Hanyu purchased another two million yuan in raw materials, and 140 large trucks entered Sancha Village carrying the raw materials.

"Mr. Zhao, you are here again!"

Gou Laoliu said to Zhao Hanyu with a smile.

He was asked to be the head of Sancha Village before, but he refused to do so.

Now that the village is developing a disposable lighter industry, there is no need for appointment by the village, so Gou Laoliu is busy.

Nothing else, there was no hope at all before.

Not only was there no benefit to being the village chief at that time, but the mutton was not eaten, which made him a mess.

Things are different now. Even if he is not the village chief, there will be many benefits if he cooperates with Zhao Hanyu to develop the disposable lighter industry in the village.

Among ordinary people, they are kind-hearted in nature and have many excellent qualities in their hearts, but they should not mention being noble at all times.

In fact, people are not that noble at all. Most people's nobleness is to obtain greater value. This value is not necessarily money, status, reputation, etc., it can also be the perfection of self-personality or spiritual satisfaction.

Zhao Hanyu glanced at Gou Laoliu and said, "Now there are a lot of orders coming in. You have to urge all individual industrial and commercial households to hurry up and don't delay things."

Gou Laoliu said with a smile: "Mr. Zhao, don't worry. The villagers are very motivated now. Every one of them seems to have been given a shot of blood. Every household, men, women, old and young, are joining the battle. It can be said that all the villagers are fighting in the sun." Work all night."

Zhao Hanyu nodded and said, "That's good. Let me tell you, I shipped more than 2 million yuan in raw materials this time."

so much!

Gou Laoliu opened his mouth wide.

There are only a little over a hundred households in Sancha Village, and each household receives more than two million yuan in raw materials. Almost every household is allocated 20,000 yuan in raw materials.

According to the current level of the villagers making disposable lighter spare parts, they consume almost 100 yuan of raw materials and can earn more than 3 yuan.

After the villagers process this batch of raw materials, each family can earn almost six to seven hundred yuan.

After a little calculation, Gou Laoliu was so excited that he almost jumped up.

Six to seven hundred yuan is more than half a year's salary for workers in state-owned factories and those who are providing iron rice bowls.

It doesn't take a month for these villagers to process so many raw materials into spare parts for disposable lighters.

In other words, the villagers of Sancha Village can now earn six to seven hundred yuan in less than a month.

This is no better than those iron rice bowls!

If this rate continues, every household in Sancha Village will have a household worth ten thousand yuan within a year at most.

Gou Laoliu patted his chest and said with a smile: "Don't worry, Mr. Zhao, I will urge the villagers every day to complete the orders with high quality and quantity, and never show diarrhea."

This is related to the villagers' own income. Who will hold back?

Next, Gou Laoliu led Zhao Hanyu to deliver raw materials to farmers. Zhao Hanyu didn't have to worry about it at all. He took the documents, quickly checked the quantities with the farmers, and filled in receipts, IOUs, etc.

The main reason is that the farmers in Sancha Village have no money to buy raw materials, so Wanjia Lighter Factory needs to sell the raw materials to farmers on credit first, and then when the farmers hand over the processed accessories to Wanjia Lighter Factory, the money for the products will be deducted. .

This also prompts farmers to speed up processing. The faster the processing speed, the faster they can make money.

Of course, quality is also a barrier.

Wanjia Lighter Factory has a special quality inspection agency established by the original Sancha Village Committee. Only qualified products will be accepted by the staff. Defective and substandard products must be sent back directly.

This also means that farmers must not only pursue processing speed, but also ensure quality. This forces them to continuously improve their technical level, thus achieving cost savings in disguised form.

Because the better the technology, the less material is wasted, and more parts can be processed from the same raw materials.

This kind of saving is different from the saving advocated in factories.

Saving money is a quality in a factory, and saving money when doing things for yourself is engraved in your bones.

To waste is to waste one's own.

No matter how much you advocate the spirit of thrift in the factory, it is completely different from trying to eliminate waste for your own ideas.

After delivering the raw materials to each household, it was already dark.

Zhao Hanyu dragged his tired body back home. When he entered the door, he saw his father, Zhao Deming, sitting alone in the living room.

"dad!"

Zhao Hanyu said hello and asked: "Where is grandpa, are you going to bed so early?"

Zhao Deming raised his head and said: "Since your uncle passed away, your grandpa has been depressed. He was a little depressed before, so he said he would go to bed first."

Although the old man was able to bear the death of his eldest son Zhao Dezhu. But sending a white-haired person to a black-haired person is ultimately the most painful thing in life, and the old man can't help but feel sad from time to time.

Speaking of this, Zhao Hanyu felt uncomfortable.

After all, his uncle's death was indirectly related to him.

If he hadn't found out from Shen Qiansan that Zhao Hanxing was running a casino and lending money, and then told his grandfather, it wouldn't have triggered what happened next.

Although he felt much calmer after Shen Qiansan's enlightenment, he still blamed himself and felt uneasy every time he saw his grandfather looking haggard.

"I'm going to see grandpa!"

Zhao Hanyu took a breath and said.

"Forget it!" Zhao Deming stopped and said, "Let your grandpa have a good rest! You go now, if you wake him up, he won't be able to sleep for a long time."

Zhao Hanyu had no choice but to give up the idea of ​​going to see the old man, walked to the sofa next to Zhao Deming, sat down, and said angrily: "When I find Zhao Hanxing, I have to beat him up."

Since Zhao Dezhu was hospitalized, Zhao Hanxing ran away. Even after Zhao Dezhu died, Zhao Hanxing did not come back.

I still don’t know where he is!

Zhao Deming was also extremely dissatisfied with the nephew, but he still said: "Xiaoyu, don't mess around!"

As a father, he is really worried about his son being impulsive.

"I know!" Zhao Hanyu responded casually, but no one knew whether he heard it or not.

He quickly changed the subject and asked, "Dad, why are you back so early today?"

Zhao Deming glanced at him and said, "I came back early to wait for you."

"Wait for me?" Zhao Hanyu was a little surprised and asked quickly: "Dad, what's the matter?"