What's even more exaggerated is that the retired old workers blocked the office door again.

Some people even made excitement and asked to talk to the company's leaders.

The most intense reaction was Liu Zhiqiang's father, Uncle Liu, the representative of the old worker, and Yang Yuyao's parents.

Uncle Liu is very eloquent and is reporting this matter to Zhang Yi's secretary in the office.

"You have been yelling that you have no money, no money, and why are you doing face-saving projects at the gate? You actually hang so many colorful lights. How much electricity bill was that day? It was wasted, all of them were wasted..."

Uncle Liu was so angry that every time he said something, someone nodded behind him, thinking that he was right.

Yang Yuyao's father was also extremely excited.

"We have no money to reimburse our workers for medical expenses, no money to pay pensions, no money to pay wages, no money to do such meaningless things, so you will have money, cough cough cough cough..."

Yang Yuyao's father kept coughing when he was excited, his face turned as white as paper. He was so scared that his wife quickly took out a water cup.

"Drink some water quickly. Isn't the doctor not going to make you excited? Tell you not to come, you are still keeping..."

"If you don't come, you will die. If you come, you will die. It's better to come here and feel at ease if you die!"

Yang Yuyao's father said this so many retired workers were excited and stood up and kept accusing the company of deliberately blocking their pensions.

For a moment, the office was filled with people like boiled porridge.

"Silent, calm, everyone, calm down, if you have something to calm down and have a good conversation? You have to block the office at any time, how can you still work? If you don't work, how can you solve the problem?"

Vice President Yao was pushed out, and as he said, many employees on the field surrounded him.

They all talked about their own difficulties, just a word: If you don’t have money, your employees don’t have money, you can’t continue to live. If the company has money to do those face-saving projects, it’s better to use the money to pay your salary.

Or reimburse workers for medical expenses!

Vice President Yao's head was buzzing, almost bursting out.

After he finally comforted these things, he went to Zhang Yi's office, and couldn't help but complain.

"Mr. Zhang, I think it's okay, so stop. Workers have a lot of opinions on doing this. We are the workers who are in charge of the country. Some things are too much, and the impact is particularly bad..."

Deputy Yao is always a scholar. Even if he opposes it in his heart, his words are still very pleasant, at least they don’t feel annoying.

But Zhang Yi was determined this time.

"Drag it for me, delay it for a week, and it will probably be done. If you do this, you will be flexible and eloquent..."

Zhang Yi said this and Vice President Yao's scalp was numb. When he thought of so many difficult retired workers, his eyes were a little black.

"Zhang Dongsheng, I remember that last time it was not Zhang Dongsheng who comforted the retired employees, why don't he let him come?"

"I'm busy, I don't have time!"

Zhang Yi made Vice President Yao so angry with just one word, but his face could not be revealed, and he could only feel resentment in his heart.

I thought it was Zhang Dongsheng who had opened the stove, but he had to come and deal with it, and secretly scolded him to death.

Zhang Dongsheng was really busy. He was asking about the poor quality non-woven fabrics in the warehouse. This thing was colorful and beautiful, but the quality looked really a bit bad.

At least it feels a bit cheap and translucent, and it seems to be broken with a piercing hand, but Zhang Dongsheng tried it, and it was quite sturdy due to the material problem.

Within these two days, Zhang Dongsheng found this non-woven fabric manufacturer and saw mountains of non-woven fabrics in their warehouse.

The factory manager was very embarrassed. In fact, this batch of goods was because of quality problems and was too thin to sell, and they were all over there.

"If you need these things, give them a cost price of 200,000 yuan, and you will all give them..."

The director of the non-woven fabric factory looked at Zhang Dongsheng with some expectations, hoping to spit out the goods.

"You are a defective product. When you sell waste, people still dislike taking up space. Your offer is not sincere..."

Zhang Dongsheng did his homework before he came to the factory manager. Naturally, he knew that no one really wanted this batch of goods.

"At 50,000, the price I paid is not low. No one wants the goods in this warehouse. My family just needs to wipe the machine and use it as a rag to avoid oil..."

Zhang Dongsheng's offer made the factory manager's face turn darker. Looking at the warehouse full of goods, he almost turned his back on the spot.

So many goods, only 50,000?

But I didn't agree. I had been kept in the warehouse for a long time and was originally a defective product. No one wanted it if it didn't meet the standards.

At least someone removes the garbage, 50,000 is about 50,000!

After fighting for a while, and not talking about the price, the factory manager really sold all the goods for 50,000 yuan, but he put forward a condition.

"We are not responsible for delivery, you send a car to pick up the goods yourself..."

"No problem! I'll give you money when I pick up the goods! I'll hand in hand with the money and deliver the goods at the same time!"

Zhang Dongsheng agreed readily. When he went out, the factory owner laughed in his heart that Zhang Dongsheng didn't know the goods. He actually used this thing to wipe the machine, and he was a fool!

So expensive!

Although he didn't even recover the cost, he at least vacate the warehouse and even dispose of the garbage. Next time, workers must pay attention and must not pay such money-lossing goods!

He pulled back several trucks of non-woven fabric and piled up several rooms, which made Jiang Bing and the others stunned. I wonder what Zhang Dongsheng was going to do?

"Brother Zhang, aren't we the ones who make electronic products? Why do we come back from making so many things?"

"It's useful, by the way, there are many varieties of toys now, but why can't the sales volume go up?"

Zhang Dongsheng soon discovered a problem. The factory here made a lot of toys and lanterns, but the sales volume slowly dropped.

"This thing is too expensive, and it depends on the situation around Jiangcheng. If the sales volume is really not good. I was wondering whether to sell it to the coast. I heard that there is a lantern festival on the coast there, and this thing is all lanterns..."

In fact, there are more than a dozen styles of electronic toy products on Xurisheng.

However, Jiangcheng's sales have gradually become saturated. If you want to expand, you have to find ways to open up other markets or create new products.

Otherwise, Xurisheng will now fall into a common problem in most factories.

Sales volume and profits have encountered bottlenecks and cannot be rushed.

"Okay, go to the coast and take a look. If you open up the market, the economy over there will be beyond your imagination. I will start to make some new tricks..."

Zhang Dongsheng stared at several cars of non-woven fabrics he dragged back, smiling, but had a new plan in his heart.

He soon found another small factory and started his plan.

Vice President Yao was smiling every day and was delaying time. Every day, he saw that the colorful lights on both sides of the door of the Times Color Management Company were hung.

But something happened at this time!
Chapter completed!