Rebirth to 90s: Start from Scratch

Go back to the store.

The business in the Midian is very good. Two days ago, Liu Biao and Huang Enquan were sending them together. Today, I was too busy and could only send them separately. Otherwise, they wouldn’t be able to send so much at all. Even if they were sent separately, they would have to send them separately. Hurry up.

Zhang Lanmei was busy weighing rice to people who came to buy rice at this time.

Huang Enquan, who had just returned from delivering the rice, couldn't say a word, and quickly picked up the rice to deliver it.

Zhang Qianxiu looked at Huang Enquan's back and said, "Sister, let's hire another person!"

Zhang Lanmei picked up the broom and swept the shop. In fact, the shop was already very clean: "It costs money to recruit people. We will hold it up for two days. When the health injury is over, we will have enough manpower."

Zhang Qianxiu shook his head: "It's not enough. When the time comes, health may have to help me do some work. Here are a few more realistic people."

"What are you going to do?" Zhang Lanmei looked at Zhang Qianxiu warily: "Brother, you can't go too far."

Zhang Lanmei was afraid that her brother would avenge or something, Zhang Lanmei had been persuading Zhang Qianxiu these days.

Zhang Qianxiu also said helplessly: "Sister, I have to call Brother Enquan if I want to fight. What do I call Health?"

Zhang Lanmei thought about it, and then said with confidence: "The most important thing for people is peace, don't be too arrogant."

"I know, I'll write a recruitment announcement." After Zhang Qianxiu said, he turned around and went to find something to write a recruitment advertisement.

In this age, it is still very simple to recruit a few physical workers. If you want to find a few managers, it may be a little troublesome. After all, most people are born with mud legs and have no culture.

That night, Zhang Qianxiu pondered for a long time and found that there were still many problems with his development.

The first one is the lack of people. My sister has been in the countryside. She has been doing farm work. She has never done business. When she is introduced to others, she does her duty. She would rather say a little bit than say her own rice well. One point, I am afraid that the rice that others bought back is different from what I said.

My sister's temperament is actually not suitable for business. Now that the business can be done, it is because other stores do not have the strong competitiveness of their two meters.

Needless to say, Zhang Jiankang is a good person, but he is a naive person after all. It is unlikely that he will be left with too important things to do now or in the future.

However, Zhang Qianxiu did not intend to kick Zhang Jiankang away, as long as he does not leave, Zhang Qianxiu will always let him follow him.

Liu Biao has not been with him for a long time, so it is hard to say what will happen in the future.

Only Huang Enquan was the only one who could help.

There is not much shortage of management personnel now, after all, it is a little trouble, but in the future, this will be a big problem.

Secondly, Zhang Qianxiu feels that there is no plan for his development at all, where he will go and where he will be.

There is...

There are many problems. I haven't thought about it or found it before, but when I think about it, he is no different from ordinary entrepreneurs.

The next day, Zhang Qianxiu decided to go to Zuoming County and meet Yao Bin.

Zhang Qianxiu drove to Zuoming County, and asked someone at Yihua Printing Factory. The locals really knew about it and immediately pointed out the direction to Zhang Qianxiu.

Yihua Printing Factory is located on the edge of Zuoming County. The scale seems to be quite large. There are three buildings in total, covering an area of ​​tens of thousands of square meters.

Parked the car and walked to the guard room. A middle-aged man was fanning with a fan. It was too hot this day.

"Big brother, hello!" Zhang Qianxiu shouted.

Only then did the middle-aged man react, and he took a look at Zhang Qianxiu, finally set his gaze on the car, and immediately walked out: "Oh...Boss, what's the matter?"

Zhang Qianxiu knew in his heart that the security guard would call himself the "boss" because of the face of the car.

This world is so realistic.

Zhang Qianxiu took out the cigarette and handed it to the middle-aged security guard: "Brother, I'm looking for Director Yao. I called him yesterday."

"Looking for Director Yao?" The middle-aged security guard took the cigarette and glanced at Zhang Qianxiu's cigarette case. It was Hongtashan, and said with a smile: "Okay, do a registration."

There is no obstruction.

After registering, the middle-aged security opened the door, Zhang Qian Xiu thanked him, and then drove inside.

After Zhang Qian repaired and parked the car, the security guard enthusiastically pointed Zhang Qianxiu the direction and told Zhang Qianxiu that Yao Bin should be in the workshop and where to find.

There are two floors in the workshop. The first floor is a large building with a frame structure. At first glance, it is all paper.

Printed, not printed, all!

The workers were working casually, and some were sitting on a pile of papers, holding something in their hands, and didn't move, so they went to chat.

Zhang Qianxiu asked someone casually, "Hello, is Director Yao here?"

The man glanced at Zhang Qianxiu strangely, then pointed to a "maintenance man" covered in black engine oil not far away, and said, "Where is it!"

Zhang Qian said thank you, and walked towards the "maintenance man".

"Director Yao!" Zhang Qianxiu tried to shout.

The maintenance worker turned his head and glanced at Zhang Qianxiu: "Hello, who are you?"

"I'm Zhang Qianxiu, I contacted by phone yesterday." Zhang Qianxiu said.

Yao Bin immediately remembered, seeing Zhang Qianxiu's eyes a little surprised: "It's Boss Zhang! I didn't expect you to be so young."

"Mr. Yao, rest assured, I can take charge of all printing matters," Zhang Qianxiu said.

Yao Bin reacted violently and said, "Boss Zhang has misunderstood. I am surprised that you have already done such a big business at such a young age."

"Boss Zhang, wait a while, this paper cutter has a little trouble, it has been repaired, I will just put it back, it will take a few minutes."

Zhang Qianxiu said: "Director Yao, it's okay, I'm not in a hurry, you can do it first.

Judging from Yao Bin's operation, his technique is still very good.

This made Zhang Qianxiu a little surprised, a factory director would actually do this himself.

Ten minutes later, Yao Bin had already installed the paper cutter, tried to operate it again, and then took off the black and oily maintenance tooling: "Boss Zhang, go, go to my office and say."

"Director Yao, I didn't expect you to repair it!" Zhang Qianxiu exclaimed.

Yao Bin smiled bitterly and shook his head: "This is also forced. The efficiency of the factory is not good. The old maintenance master has been laid off. No one can do it. We dare not recruit new people, so we can only do it ourselves."

Zhang Qianxiu glanced at the workers who were resting in the workshop: "Is there no work in the factory? Everyone is resting."

"There is no work. Now there are few things to be printed. Apart from giving the city's newspapers a stable printing society, we have a little bit of God’s will. I have also thought of a lot of ways, but not many people need printing." Yao Bin said.

The two talked and went up to the second floor.

The second floor is divided into two halves, one half is a manual processing area, and the other half is an office.

Yao Bin found a place to wash his hands, led Zhang Qianxiu into his own office, and said, "Boss Zhang, have you considered it already?"

Zhang Qianxiu's first impression of Yao Bin was actually very good.

If Zhang Qianxiu just wanted to know the situation before he came, he would make a decision after seeing the situation.

After seeing Yao Bin, Zhang Qianxiu did have some ideas.

Zhang Qianxiu shook his head: "Director Yao, I still have to think about this matter carefully. This time, I mainly want to see the situation here."

Yao Bin also understands Zhang Qianxiu's thoughts: "That's right, this matter is not trivial, it's good to come and find out."

"Boss Zhang, let me give you a brief introduction. Our factory has a four-color offset press, which is basically the most advanced press in the world."

Speaking of this, Yao Bin sighed slightly: "It's a pity here."

Zhang Qianxiu took a look at Yao Bin, and he could understand that most of the companies are having troubles, especially for this type of printing. Orders are basically relying on other manufacturers for packaging printing and publishing of books and newspapers.

But for now, there are no factories around, so no one needs to print packaging boxes and wrapping paper. The newspapers in the city have already printed them for them. They want to expand new customers. It is almost impossible unless Go outside the city.

Zhang Qianxiu said, "Mr. Yao, how was your efficiency in the past?"

Yao Bin sighed for a long time, and said, “There used to be a large cigarette factory and a pharmaceutical processing factory in the city. Both of these were printed packaging boxes from us. Now they are both closed down.”

"There is also a soap factory. These are all state-owned factories. We used to be our main customers. It can even be said that our printing factory was built to solve their packaging problems and the printing problems of newspapers and magazines in the city."

"Now that they are gone, there is no way for our factory to survive."

Zhang Qianxiu knows that it is impossible for private owners to reopen cigarette factories and pharmaceutical processing factories. Even if a private owner sees a business opportunity and opens another factory, for Yao Bin, the business has also plummeted.

Yao Bin said: "Boss Zhang, let’s tell you, your order is a big order for us. Now as long as someone comes to print and the price is reasonable, we will do it, even if we can only make money back. ."

"Director Yao, how long can you support this?" Zhang Qianxiu asked.

Yao Bin took out a pack of cigarettes, a pack of "Cinnamon" for two cents, a small brand of cigarettes from the province.

Yao Bin handed Zhang Qianxiu a piece: "It's not a good cigarette, don't mind Mr. Zhang."

"I also came from the countryside, and I used to plant it myself." Zhang Qianxiu said.

"I am also a rural person." Yao Bin lit a cigarette, took a sip, and said, "We have already owed one month's wages. Seriously, I want the factory to withdraw from the factory, but the factory has withdrawn. , Where can these workers go?"

"But our factory has no orders, and it is impossible to provide us with continuous subsidies. Fortunately, the workers understand that they owe a month's wages and no one makes trouble.

"Oh... this matter, it's a headache to talk about!"

Yao Bin's casual remark made Zhang Qianxiu a little surprised. He owed a month's salary, which was not a long one, but it was a bit "exaggerated" if he didn't make trouble by himself.

Any factory will have a few thorns, especially state-owned factories. These people don't listen to their control and do whatever they want. If you don't pay wages, they will definitely make a fuss.

Zhang Qianxiu asked, "How long have you been in this situation?"

"It's been more than a year. After the cigarette factory and the pharmaceutical factory collapsed, it has been like this. The longest time we had no wages for three months, alas!" Yao Bin said and shook his head.

"No wages for three months, no trouble?" Zhang Qianxiu asked tentatively.

"Noisy, why not!" Yao Bin took another cigarette and said, "But I can understand them."

Zhang Qianxiu has been observing Yao Bin’s look, wanting to see what kind of person he really is. If he is credible, let him print lottery tickets at that time, that’s the best. Go outside the city to print.