In such a large provincial capital and a large state-owned enterprise, the demand for 500 sewing machines could not be solved, which shows how weak the productivity and industrial foundation of society were at that time.

Yang Yu has now fully realized how serious the contradiction between the people's growing material and cultural needs and backward productivity is.

Dafeng Factory cannot give Shanda production indicators in a short time, which has stumped Yang Yu. Now the signs have emerged. If time goes on, Rongcheng's clothing industry may usher in a storm of blooming flowers. If the opportunity is missed, Yang Yu will not even cry.

It must be solved! The sewing machine matter must be solved in time!

His mind was twisting and turned, and Yang Yu had a sudden idea. Since Liu Darong refused to give him indicators, he would definitely give other processing workshop indicators. So a curved idea of ​​saving the country was born...

"Director Liu, can you show me your production indicator information for next month?

Facing Yang Yu's inquiry, Liu Darong was curious, but he nodded in agreement. After all, the production indicators were not confidential and would be announced to the public at the beginning of every month. He then took out a document from the briefcase and handed it over to Yang Yu.

With ten lines at a glance, Yang Yu quickly browsed. This production indicator list has been ranked about 1,000 sewing machines. Liu Darong did not evade Yang Yu. Dafeng Factory's production plan for the next month has been fully loaded, and Shanda has no choice but to add it.

"Da Meng, Da Meng, come here and send this document to Shen Yao, let her record it, and then send the original to me."

After receiving an answer that Liu Darong could record, Yang Yu hurriedly found Zhang Dameng and explained the matter.

The higher the position, the greater the responsibility. Yang Yu is now the head of a factory. Although he does not have to participate in the production work personally, he needs to consider how to revitalize a factory.

Yang Yu naturally understood that if Shanda factory was raised entirely by Wang Dalong's order, if Wang Dalong collapsed one day, wouldn't Shanda collapse? This is what Yang Yu didn't want to see, and this is why Yang Yu tried his best to let Shanda squeeze into the Rongcheng market.

Compared to Yang Yu, Shanda's garment workers did not have these considerations. They are now happily helping to carry these 500 brand new sewing machines.

Nowadays, it is a great thing for an account to have a sewing machine. Their factory actually purchased 500 brand new ones in one go, and the salary is piece-based. As long as there is an order, you will not have to worry about not being able to make money.

Five hundred sewing machines just fill the first and second floors of the factory. Although it is a bit crowded, the environment is quite good. At least there is a ceiling fan not far away.

In 1984, there was basically no magical thing like air conditioners. In the hot summer, it was very luxurious to be able to produce under electric fans. It was difficult for state-owned enterprises to do it, and it was even more impossible for other private workshops. In order to reduce production costs and increase profit margins, private bosses desperately squeezed workers, deducted wages, and had poor food, and the working environment was very harsh.

But the workers have no choice. No matter how hard or tired they are, they have to grit their teeth and persevere because they have to earn money to support their families.

Moreover, the sewing machines in other small workshops are worn out. After several years of repair and refining, the production efficiency is simply not enough.

Now, Shanda is a big factory! Good food, good living, good working environment, and good new people.

For garment workers, sewing machines are the tools they rely on to support their families, half of their lives, and are tools and friends.

The factory was laid out and Liu Darong was sent away. It was already four o'clock in the afternoon, and Yang Yu and Zhang Dameng took action separately.

Yang Yu rushed to the lotus house in a hurry and planned to open tomorrow. Fabrics, thread rolls, scissors, rulers and other things need to be purchased.

According to Yang Yu's instructions, Zhang Dameng sent invitations to Zhang Yan, Xiao Zhengju, Wang Dalong and others, and invited them to attend the grand opening ceremony.

The current lotus house has begun to take shape in the provincial clothing wholesale market. There are dozens of small workshops, and a group of industries surrounding the survival of small workshops are all available, including hotels, hotels, hotels, sewing machine repair shops, clothing wholesale shops, fabric procurement shops, etc.

"Boss, what fabric do you have?"

Because she has been here before, Yang Yu is quite familiar with this place and walked straight into the largest fabric wholesale store.

"We have polyester, nylon, cotton cloth, Vadani, khaki, yeliang, bubble yarn, linen and other fabrics. Which one do you want?"

He specializes in his career. The owner of this fabric store has sold fabrics for so many years, so he can naturally remember the names of these fabrics. However, Yang Yu is just a young man of seventeen or eighteen years old. If no one came to buy fabrics now, he would not be too lazy to pay attention to Yang Yu.

“All colors are complete?”

After hearing the boss' answers, Yang Yu was very satisfied and decided that this was the place. He was too lazy to go to a few more.

"That's for sure, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, blue, purple, what kind do you want?"

In the 1980s, it was no longer before the reform and opening up. The styles and colors of clothing were no longer single, and variety had become a trend, so Yang Yu was not surprised to hear so many colors.

"I want it all! I don't know how the unit price is calculated?"

"You want it all! Really?"

When the boss heard Yang Yu say that he wants it, he jumped up from the recliner and stared at Yang Yu with his eyes wide open, his face full of disbelief.

He has been wholesale of dry cloth for so many years and has never encountered such a purchase. Moreover, Yang Yu does not give him the feeling of doing clothing processing, because those who work in this industry basically say what fabric they want when they come in, and the price is basically clear, so there is no need to ask at all.

"real!"

Seeing Yang Yu nodding for sure, the boss finally treated him cautiously.

"How much do you want?"

"I want it all!"

Yang Yu's answer was speechless. You should know that there are almost five or six thousand yuan fabrics in his store, and he can buy all one of his little dolls? Who believes it?

"real!"

Seeing that the boss was full of doubts, Yang Yu nodded again and answered with certainty.

“I don’t have credit here.”

In fact, the boss has been working on lotus flowers for so many years, and some familiar processing workshops can still be used on credit, but Yang Yu has a dough. The boss is afraid that the bamboo basket will be useless, so he does not pay Yang Yu to credit.

Being cautious is a habit that businessmen have developed in the mall for many years. After all, Yang Yu asked for everything. If he gave all his credit to Yang Yu, his shop would have to be closed.

"I'll give cash!"

Yang Yu's answer caught the shop owner off guard, the full amount was paid! That's a few thousand yuan! Who can ordinary people pay so much money?

"Really give cash?"

"real."

"I want it all?"

"All need."

After asking several times, the boss finally got confirmation that the young man in front of him really wanted to buy all the cloth for cash.
Chapter completed!