The golden age began in 1977

Chapter 232 Offering Advice to the Sixth State-Owned Cotton Mill, Factory Director Wang Recognizes His Younger Brother

We had breakfast together.

Wei Qinghuan and Zhang Aijun accompanied the two families on an outing, while Qian Jin was busy with work at the garment factory, and even Wei Xiongtu had to help.

He formulated the rules and regulations for the garment factory, which Wei Xiongtu had to copy onto large red paper, frame, and hang.

With experience leading a team, he realized even more how useful rules and regulations are in the workplace.

The saying "Without rules, there can be no order" is not just an empty phrase.

Wang Dong sent him a message that the relationship with the No. 6 Cotton Mill had been established, and the garment factory could now purchase goods directly from the No. 6 Cotton Mill.

However, this matter requires a supervisor to discuss it in detail.

Qian Jin naturally had to take charge himself.

Wang Dong is now truly dedicated to the work of the labor shock brigade. He somehow managed to get in direct contact with Wang Dong, the director of the No. 6 State-owned Cotton Mill.

The two share the same surname and even have names that sound the same, which is quite a coincidence.

Wang Dong was different from the typical factory directors of large state-owned enterprises. Or rather, factory leaders and cadres of that era had not yet become detached from the masses and were able to integrate with them.

Anyway, on the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival, Wang Dong took the money into the No. 6 State-owned Cotton Mill, and at that time, Director Wang had not yet taken a holiday and was still working.

During holidays, the factory gates are closed, making it difficult to enter.

Because there are fewer people in the factory at this time, it is easier for theft, robbery, and other illegal and criminal activities to occur.

Fortunately, Wang Dong worked in the security department. He went to the gatehouse, banged on the door, and shouted, "A big leader has arrived, why is the door still locked?"

The gatekeeper was leisurely drinking tea when he saw him appear. He opened the door and jokingly asked, "What's up? Is it your big boss, Wang?"

Wang Dong said seriously, "Stop being so nonchalant. Haven't you heard? I've gotten related to Director Wang. He's my cousin. In the Southern dialect, we're cousins. So, in no time, I'll be considered Director Wang too."

The gatekeeper rolled his eyes: "What's wrong? Just because we have the same name doesn't make you Factory Director Wang?"

He saw Qian Jin, pointed to the registration form on the windowsill, and said, "According to the rules, outsiders have to register."

Wang Dong threw the registration form directly into the reception room: "Registering a chicken neck? This is really a big shot!"

"These are the leaders from Taishan Road, and also the leaders from the Municipal Supply and Marketing Cooperative. I invited them here to discuss cooperation matters with our factory director!"

The gatekeeper was completely taken aback.

The No. 6 State-owned Cotton Mill was unusually quiet.

All workshops and factories are closed today for mechanical maintenance.

Qian Jin entered the factory director's office, and a burly man with a square face stood up and nodded to him: "Comrade Qian Jin?"

"Hello, Director Wang. I often heard stories about you in my father's letters. It's an honor to meet you in person today." He warmly extended his hand and put down the leather bag he had brought.

Inside were, as usual, mooncakes and candies. In addition, to cater to Wang Dong's tastes, he also brought a set of small ornaments and a women's watch for Wang Dong's daughter.

Wang Dong's eldest daughter took the college entrance examination this year and was admitted to Haibin University. She just started school this month.

The No. 6 State-owned Cotton Mill was a key provincial-level unit, and Wang Dong had seen countless gifts, so he paid no attention to this one.

He patted Qian Jin's arm, gesturing for him to sit down, and said, "How should I address you? Chief Qian or Director Qian?"

“You should call me Xiao Qian, and I should call you Uncle Wang, because you and my father are of the same generation.” Qian Jin took the opportunity to climb the social ladder.

Wang Dong laughed and accepted the nickname.

Currently, in terms of their status, Qian Jin is not up to par, but his vision is different from ordinary people; he looks at potential.

Qian Jin is too young.

The position of chief of the labor commando team is nothing special; even the captain of the labor commando team in his neighborhood can't get into his house.

But Taishan Road is an exception!

Qian Jin has indeed achieved a great deal in this position, appearing in newspapers more often than he has as the factory director.

In addition, the small collective enterprises on Taishan Road are thriving, which has caught the attention of city leaders.

Most importantly, Qian Jin's position at the Municipal Supply and Marketing Cooperative was a meteoric rise.

It's frighteningly fast!

Wang Dong knew that Qian Jin was no ordinary person; at such a young age, he was in charge of the important department of the Foreign Investment Office, and he was bound to rise to prominence sooner or later.

So when Wang Dong, a junior staff member in the security department, came to him, he chose to give him a warm welcome.

Because he needs money to build this network.

When both parties have a need, the exchange becomes very pleasant.

When Wang Dong asked him what his purpose was, Qian Jin said directly, "Director Wang, our neighborhood is preparing to set up a garment factory and needs to purchase a batch of fabric."

“Your textile factory’s products are known for their high quality in our province, not to mention in our city. Besides, this is where my father worked his whole life, so I wanted to come and ask him about it.”

Wang Dong suddenly realized: "Is this what it is? I know about this. I heard about it from Comrade Sun Bingzheng in the Labor and Wages Department. You talked to him, right?"

Qian Jin nodded and said yes, then mentioned asking Sun Bingzheng for help in persuading Zhang Hongmei to come out of retirement.

Wang Dong said, "With Master Qian's connection, our No. 6 State-owned Cotton Mill is like your family. If you ever need anything in the future, just come to me. I'm your older brother, and I'll definitely help you if I can!"

Qian Jin was flattered.

This factory manager is far too polite!

Is he really that approachable?
He gave Wang Dong a strange look.

Wang Dong, on the other hand, thought it was all about saving face and was still proudly puffing out his chest.

When the topic turned to fabric, Wang Dong cut to the chase and asked directly, "Xiao Qian, what kind of fabrics does your garment factory need? What colors? What specifications?"

"To be honest, our factory just recently produced a batch of new polyester fabric, and the quality is absolutely top-notch."

"But as you know, the factory is quite busy right now. If you need a large quantity, we might have to make arrangements in advance."

"Director Wang, shall we get straight to the point?" Qian Jin laughed.

Wang Dong readily agreed, "Yes, let's get straight to the point. We're all quite young, so let's skip the old-fashioned bureaucratic formalities."

Qian Jin unfolded a roll of fabric samples from his pocket: "Here's the thing, I saw a batch of this fabric at the department store. What's it called? High-count pure cotton? That's the kind of fabric we need because we're making stiff trousers."

Wang Dong twirled the fabric sample between his fingers, his manner as familiar as an old farmer weighing ears of rice: "Is this 40-count combed cotton? How much do you want?"

"First, we need 500 meters of fabric, in four colors: navy blue, dark gray, khaki, and brownish-red. The colorfastness must be at least level four." Qian Jin pulled out a pen and drew the data on a sticky note. "The trouser seams must not lose their shape after washing."

Wang Dong nodded upon hearing this, stood up, and said, "Let's go to our fabric sample room."

"To be honest, I underestimated you, Director Qian. I thought you didn't know anything about the fabric market, so I just wanted to ask you whether you wanted cotton or polyester, and then I would arrange a fabric for you according to your needs."

"Since you understand colorfastness and know about high-count pure cotton fabric, then you are a professional. We need to talk in a professional place."

The fabric sample room is on the first floor.

Wang Dong carried a briefcase downstairs, with the words "Canton Fair 1978" printed on it.

He went downstairs and greeted them. Then, after the two entered the fabric sample room, a girl brought them two cups of tea.

The green tea leaves in the white porcelain cup unfurled in the hot water, their aroma mingling with the scent of sycamore leaves drifting in from outside the window, slowly filling the room.

The fabric sample room was filled with various fabrics produced by the Sixth State-owned Cotton Mill. After looking at them, Qian Jin casually said, "Director Wang, don't you have any fabric sample display folders?"

Wang Dong was taken aback for a moment, then asked, "What is that?"

Qian Jin gestured: "It's a folder, and each page inside has a fabric sample pasted on it, and on the same page there are relevant parameters of the fabric, such as material, color, specifications and batch number, etc."

Wang Dong quickly understood what he was saying, clapped his hands and said, "Oh, Director Qian, no wonder I've heard some leaders say you're a talented person."

"Your suggestion is good. This is a must. Is this called a fabric sample display folder? I'll arrange for the logistics team to make a batch after the holiday."

Qian Jin chuckled awkwardly: "Actually, actually I also looked at some materials from abroad..."

"Is this how they display fabrics?" Wang Dong asked.

Qian Jin said, "It's not just fabrics; many things are displayed this way, such as carpets, flooring, mats, and the like."

Wang Dong nodded solemnly.

He took out a pen from his inner pocket and quickly jotted down a few words in his notebook.

Qian Jin didn't actually know much about fabrics, so he needed Wang Dong's introduction.

Wang Dong approached the issue from the perspective of the No. 6 State-owned Cotton Mill's productivity: "Our mill currently has 20,000 spindles, mainly producing 40-80 count pure cotton fabric. However, we recently added a new production line that can produce polyester-cotton blends."

He took the money and went to the wall, pointing to several samples of different textures as he continued his explanation:
"This is 32-count pure cotton workwear, this is 45-count poplin, and this is 80-count high-count satin..."

Sunlight streamed through the window and shone on the fabric sample. Qian Jin reached out and touched the piece of satin.

The sensation of the fabric gliding over his fingertips sparked his interest:
"Director Wang, what is the monthly production volume of this type (80 pieces)?"

“We can now produce 60,000 meters per month.” Wang Dong turned to the next page. “But I want to recommend this one—a 65-count polyester-cotton blend, with XJ long-staple cotton for the warp and 30% Donggong polyester for the weft.”

He tugged at the fabric sample. "Look, it's sturdy, durable, and doesn't wrinkle easily. We supply it to garment factories in the province for export."

Qian Jin took the fabric sample and examined it closely against the light.

The fabric gleamed softly in the sunlight, its warp and weft threads arranged so tightly they were impenetrable.

It is a good fabric.

But—"What about the price?"

This is very important.

Wang Dong said, "You've hit the nail on the head. This fabric is of good quality, but it's not cheap."

"Pure cotton is 1.8 yuan per meter, and blended fabric is 3.2 yuan per meter. If the annual order exceeds 50,000 meters, we can negotiate the price as an extra 5% discount."

Qian Jin gave a wry smile.

Fifty thousand meters!
Wang Dong really thought highly of him. He said, "We only need about 500 meters, because our garment factory started as a small workshop."

Wang Dong took a sip of tea and calmly said, "It's alright. I believe that under your leadership, Director Qian, your garment factory will eventually be able to secure an order for 50,000 meters of clothing."

"Like your mobile canteens for the people, I heard that when they first started, it was just a pot? But now, in less than a year, they already have hundreds of employees, right?"

Then, out of curiosity, he asked, "Director Qian, could I know what your garment factory produces? Is it convenient for you to tell me?"

"The Sixth State-Owned Cotton Mill is practically my family home, what can't I say?" Qian Jin laughed. "It's bell-bottoms!"

This was the first time he had revealed his production plans to others.

He explained, "Director Wang knows that I am the director of the Foreign Investment Office, which gives me access to the latest information on international fashion trends."

"Based on international fashion trends, bell-bottoms will be all the rage next year!"

Wang Dong raised an eyebrow: "Is it the kind of bell-bottoms that Inspector Yamura wore in 'Manhunt'? The kind with the flared cuffs sweeping the streets?"

Qian Jin looked at him in surprise: "Director Wang, you've already seen this movie?"

The film "Manhunt" has not yet been released in the country.

However, it had already been shown in Japan in 1976.

Wang Dong laughed and said, "Where am I supposed to watch this capitalist movie? But both Popular Pictorial and Popular Cinema have featured this film. Popular Cinema even published two consecutive issues in July and August."

Qian Jin asked, "Then, you saw the introduction to this film in a magazine and noticed the style of the clothes in it?"

That's way too sensitive!

The main business of the No. 6 State-owned Cotton Mill was cotton textiles, and garment production was a secondary business that was developed in the 1970s.

Logically speaking, Wang Dong, as the factory director, shouldn't have such a sensitivity to fashion trends.

After all, it's 1978 now, not 1998.

Nowadays, factory managers in most factories are mainly in charge of production because of the planned economy. Sales were the government's business, and factories only cared about production and not sales.

As a result, Wang Dong took out a Japanese magazine from his briefcase.

He turned to the folded-out page: next to a photo of young people wearing wide-legged trousers on the streets of Tokyo, there was a pen-written note that read "Fashionable in Spring/Summer 1978".

“I went to the Canton Fair in the middle of the year, and the comrades from the foreign trade bureau there brought some magazines. I took one.” He tapped the picture with his fingertips. “You made a good move! But…”

“Look at the style of their bell-bottoms, they’re different from the ones in ‘Manhunt’.”

Qian Jin nodded: "That's not a problem. Our opponents aren't the Japanese garment factories, they're our own domestic garment factories."

"As long as they are low-waisted, short-crotch, tight around the hips, and extend to 22.11 inches below the knee, they are bell-bottoms that can cause a huge stir in our market."

Wang Dong asked curiously, "Are you sure our young people are the same as the Japanese young people?"

Qian Jin said, "I'm sure because I've observed it. If you go to the seaside university where your daughter is, you'll see that some college students are already wearing bell-bottoms."

"Their bell-bottoms were altered by themselves; the quality was poor, and the style was not good either."

"Just you wait and see, Factory Director Wang. Once our finished bell-bottoms hit the market, they'll definitely cause a frenzy among young people!"

After all, this is a scene that has already played out in history.

Wang Dong added, "If there is such a market for bell-bottoms, then by the time all the garment factories across the country realize it, the market will probably be saturated in six months at most."

“You’re right, so we need to produce quickly and expand our sales network,” Qian Jin continued confidently. “I don’t intend to rely on a pair of bell-bottoms to make a living for our garment factory for life; it’s just a shovel to dig for our first pot of gold.”

"The bell-bottoms I sell will be very expensive, starting at ten yuan a pair!" Wang Dong was stunned: "You want ten yuan a pair of bell-bottoms for spring and autumn?"

He smiled helplessly: "I think your initial ideas are fine, but I can't agree with your current pricing."

"Director Qian, young people don't have much money!"

Qian Jin laughed and said, "But young people love beauty and pursue fashion. Believe me, when our bell-bottoms are launched on the market at the right time, young people would rather go hungry for three days than not save up to buy a pair of bell-bottoms."

Only the market can tell.

Wang Dong knew he couldn't persuade Qian Jin.

He thought to himself, "People can't teach him, but he can learn things quickly. This young man's path to success is too smooth. Reality will have to slap him in the face."

Qian Jin also didn't intend to persuade Wang Dong.

What did he persuade Wang Dong to do?
Should we add a competitor to our own garment factory?

So he returned the magazine to Wang Dong.

But Wang Dong didn't take it; instead, he flipped to the next page and showed him a news report about machines.

Unfortunately, Qian Jin didn't understand Japanese. He only saw that the report was marked with many lines in red and blue ballpoint pen, but he didn't understand what it meant.

"To be honest," Wang Dong explained, "I've been studying the international textile market all year."

He turned to a page with a folded corner and pointed to the data: "Look, Japan's chemical fiber production exceeded 300 million tons last year, while our entire country only produced less than 50 tons."

Qian Jin noticed that Wang Dong's fingers were trembling slightly when he said these numbers.

He asked, "What does Director Wang mean...?"

Wang Dong suddenly stood up, walked to the window, and drew the green curtains.

The conference room suddenly went dark.

"The country is about to make a big move in the economic market, Director Qian. There are no outsiders here, you won't deny what I'm saying, will you?" His voice was very soft, clearly he knew the impact of his words.

Qian Jin nodded.

There's nothing to hide.

The central government did not implement the reform and opening-up policy all at once, like turning on the television. The leaders had already begun to give hints to the heads of major state-owned enterprises.

Wang Dong also mentioned this point: "I have received information that starting next year, large state-owned enterprises will be allowed to directly participate in international trade."

"And my old classmate from the Ministry of Light Industry revealed an important piece of information: the Japanese negotiators from Toyota Boshoku will be arriving in the capital next month!"

Qian Jin's expression was solemn.

This was information he hadn't known.

Wang Dong continued, "At the beginning of this month, when the heads of our various units attended a meeting convened by the municipal government leaders, guess what the leader said most often?"

"Liberate our minds and align ourselves with the developed economies and industries abroad!"

Qian Jin asked, "So, Director Wang wants to expand his business overseas?"

Wang Dong smiled and said, "What are you talking about? The fabrics produced in our factory are all produced according to the established plan. How we do business is in accordance with the requirements of the state."

"What I'm thinking about is how to import a batch of advanced production equipment from abroad!"

He then took out his notebook and showed Qian Jin a table:
Do you know how many workers are needed per 10,000 spindles in China's cotton textile industry right now? Let me tell you, it's 600 people!

"And what about the Japanese?"

He sighed: "Only 100 people!"

"Those Japanese devils only need 15 workdays to produce 10,000 meters of cloth, but we need 132 workdays!"

"Director Qian, you're young, and your mind is more agile than mine. You understand what I mean, right?"

What the hell!
Qian Jin dislikes dealing with riddle tellers the most.

But now they have no choice but to bite the bullet and continue: "Outdated equipment is hindering industrial development!"

Wang Dong excitedly slammed his hand on the table: "Yes, that's it!"

"Look, our factory's automatic winding machine is already the most advanced in the country, but each machine only produces 12 spindles per unit, and the breakage rate is 8%! What about the advanced machines abroad? Each machine produces 60 spindles per unit, and the breakage rate is only a damn 0.3%!"

When he got really excited, the young factory director started swearing.

"Our entire province only has three shuttleless looms, all of which are in trial production at the No. 3 State-owned Cotton Mill in the provincial capital. But what about developed countries? Let's not even talk about Europe and America. Just look at the Japanese, who have a deep-seated hatred for us. Toyota Boshoku has already widely adopted the JAT710 shuttleless loom!"

"As for electronic color separation printing machines, there is absolutely no domestic market for them, while in Switzerland, a small country, a company called Bussett has already completed mass production. In Switzerland, this is something that anyone with money can buy at will!"

"What did our leader say? 'If you fall behind, you will be bullied!'"

"Director Qian, are we just going to stand by and watch our country's production tools become outdated? We've already been defeated militarily once, are we going to be defeated economically again?"

"No! I can't let this happen! At least not in the textile industry where I work!"

Qian Jin's feelings for Wang Dong kept changing.

He originally thought that this person must be mediocre to be able to be dealt with by Wang Dong, a blockhead.

So when he visited, he brought a generous gift.

But now he realizes that Wang Dong's willingness to supply his garment factory has absolutely nothing to do with Wang Dong.

Wang Dong had designs on him; they were just waiting for him to come to them!

He is a very capable and pragmatic person.

Moreover, he is a patriotic young man.

Qian Jin immediately said, "Director Wang, I understand your intentions. Just tell me, if there's anything I can do to help, I'll treat it as my own job and do it to your satisfaction!"

"Then I won't stand on ceremony, two things." Wang Dong held up three fingers, the tips of which had yellow stains left from years of contact with dye.

"First, your unit already has a foreign trade office, and you are in charge of it. I dare say that our factory will definitely have a similar unit in the future, and we will also have to deal with foreigners. So I hope you can help our No. 6 State-owned Cotton Mill to set up a foreign trade department."

"Secondly, your supply and marketing cooperative must have been one of the first units to come into contact with foreign companies and products. We are about to introduce foreign textile equipment manufacturers, and we urgently need to upgrade our production lines."

"But, Director Qian, I have absolutely no idea which channels are reliable, let alone how to procure suitable equipment and production lines. Our factory needs your help!"

Qian Jin said, "There are no problems at all."

"But these two months won't work. Our company was just established, and the garment factory just opened. I'm under a lot of work pressure."

Wang Dong said, "No rush, no rush this year, because everything is still according to my plan, and there have been no changes in national policies..."

“Your plan is correct,” Qian Jin interrupted him. “My judgment on national policy is the same as yours.”

"Right now, only a small number of people share our judgment, and truth is often in the hands of a minority."

"You should inspect the machines and production lines first; I need to figure things out as soon as possible. As for setting up a foreign trade department, that's simple. I'll use my spare time to compile a work notebook, and then you can follow the instructions. I'll make adjustments as needed."

Wang Dong tore off the last page from the fabric sample book, which was covered with technical parameters: "I've already consulted on the machines. The Japanese textile industry is very powerful, but my grandfather was a veteran of the Eighth Route Army who fought against them."

"He said the Japanese are the most cunning, and you have to be very careful when dealing with them. We have no experience dealing with them, so I don't want to get in touch with them early on."

"West Germany is doing well. Their technology is advanced and they are meticulous in their work. As far as I know, the Dornier company has a new type of rapier loom that is eighteen times more efficient than our old looms."

His voice trembled slightly, "Eighteen times faster! This efficiency is like the ancestor of our old looms!"

Qian Jin pointed to the promotional brochure with his finger: "Then let's go for it!"

"Thank you, Director Qian. Please take care of this matter." Wang Dong grasped his hand. "If there's anything I can do to help, please let me know."

Qian Jin smiled awkwardly: "Well, it's a coincidence, but there really is something I need your factory's help with."

Wang Dong laughed and said, "Then go ahead and say it. There's an old saying in Haibin City: 'If you don't visit each other, you're not relatives.'"

"You mentioned it, and I'm actually thinking of helping you with that now."

Qian Jin said, "This is a private matter for me..."

He recounted the situation of his three siblings' families, saying, "My father sent all four of us siblings to the countryside back then. I came back first and I'm doing quite well."

"Blood is thicker than water, and I can't just stand by and watch my older brother and sister stay in the countryside—to be honest, life in the countryside is still tough."

"So I'd like to see if I can bring them back through your factory, but I won't take up any of your factory's workforce slots..."

"You make me think it's some big favor," Wang Dong said readily. "Let alone whether it takes up our factory's workforce quota, I actually feel ashamed about it."

"If it weren't for that bastard Bai Dongfeng messing things up, you would be my colleague right now!"

“Your father is a rare talent, and you are even more so. I believe your older brother and sister are also talented. I’ll make the decision now and bring them all in!”

Qian Jin said seriously, "Director Wang, if that's the case, I really won't go through your channel anymore."

“I know that our small collective enterprise can accommodate the staff, but the No. 6 State-owned Cotton Mill is under great pressure in terms of work arrangements. I can’t put any more pressure on you in this matter.”

"In addition, the No. 6 State-owned Cotton Mill has a plan for how many people it recruits. If it recruits six people from my brother's and sister's family, then six good young people who could have entered the factory will lose their jobs."

"I'll say it again, I can't do such a thing, Director Wang. I just hope to use your connections and the factory's resources to bring them back. I'll find them jobs in our small collective enterprise then."

Wang Dong laughed heartily and couldn't help but pat him on the shoulder: "Good, good lad."

"I'll say it again, Bai Dongfeng is a beast! He shut out a talent like you, he's worse than an animal!"

"In that case, I won't assign them any work. But if you need anything, just let me know, and I'll be happy to help!"

He genuinely admired Qian Jin.

They have the ability, the courage, and the original aspiration.

He never imagined that Qian Jin would look down on their No. 6 State-owned Cotton Mill...

Keep in mind that this is one of the most important large factories in the entire coastal city, while what about small collective enterprises?
Small collective enterprises are nothing compared to them!
The two sides reached an agreement.

Wang Dong drew back the curtains, and sunlight flooded in.

It was as if the world had suddenly brightened up.

With the important work settled, the fabric supply became a minor matter.

Wang Dong finally gave Qian Jin a suggestion: "Director Qian, if you're producing bell-bottoms, you should use a 65-count blend."

He stroked the fabric and showed it to Qian Jin: "Because its formula is exactly the same as the work pants that were bestsellers in Britain last year."

"This fabric is sturdy and durable. If your garment factory wants to establish a brand name, it's the perfect choice!"

Qian Jin asked, "What about the price?"

“I’ll give it to you at the internal transfer price.” Wang Dong readily wrote down a number, which was 10% lower than what he had previously agreed on. “Consider it a deposit for our cooperation.”

The two looked at each other and smiled.

"Oh, right," Wang Dong suddenly turned back as he was leaving, "what other clothes do you want besides bell-bottoms?"

"What I mean is, would you like to try one of our newly developed elastic fabrics? It's a project I led, it incorporates 5% spandex, and the resulting garments..."

"A batwing top and black tight-fitting stirrup pants!" Qian Jin exclaimed excitedly. "Such good fabric? That's wonderful!"

These two types of clothing were ones that Wang Dong had never heard of before.

Qian Jin described the style to him, and Wang Dong blinked in confusion.

He always felt that the young man in front of him had a strange look in his eyes.

Can the Taishan Road Garment Factory really survive?
Despite feeling he shouldn't say more, he couldn't help but add, "Actually, I feel that military uniform reform will be the next nationwide fashion craze..."

Qian Jin wants to say that you are right.

However, this is based on the premise that the reform and opening up did not take place, and the country only made some minor changes to its economic model.

Wang Dong was different from him. He only knew that there were some changes in the country's economic situation, but he did not know that these changes were earth-shattering!
So he smiled and said, "We will also do military uniform reform, but we always have to do something different."

"After all, we are a small manufacturer. We need to find a niche market to cultivate and build a reputation first. When people know that the clothes and pants from our Taishan Road People's Garment Factory are good, then we can enter the big market and have a sales channel."

Wang Dong nodded: "That makes sense."

He delivered the money to the factory gate.

The autumn wind swirled the sycamore leaves between the two men. He waved his hand and said, "Director Qian, come over and sit here often. I enjoy chatting with you."

Qian Jin laughed and said, "I prefer chatting with you, Brother Wang. We get along so well."

Wang Dong nodded with a smile.

He specifically told the gatekeeper, "Tell my colleagues to remember Director Qian's face. This is my aunt's younger brother. He can come to see me whenever he wants."

The gatekeeper was shocked.

I grass!

Is the person who came really the factory director's cousin?

He looked at Wang Dong.

Wang Dongchong nodded seriously.

That's right.

This is my brother Qian, my older brother. If we round it up, I'm also the factory manager's cousin!

(End of this chapter)