70s factory beauty, transform villain cubs to become rich

Chapter 585 The Fabric Gets Stuck
On Monday, the day of the garment factory's general meeting, after the meeting, Chen Qing set an example by going to the broadcasting room to read documents aloud, demonstrating her determination to be progressive in her thinking!
Holding the document specially printed out by the typewriter, Chen Qing adjusted his breathing and spoke in a strong and energetic voice: "Comrades, good morning!"

A new week has begun, and we have once again assembled at our posts, focused on revolution and production.

First, I would like to convey to you the latest instructions from our superiors.

First: We must thoroughly understand the spirit of the document, unify our thinking, and raise our awareness…

Hearing the factory manager's spirited voice, the workers felt more motivated to work.

Chen Qing read for half an hour, and when it was over, she breathed a huge sigh of relief.

Secretary Zhang applauded her: "Factory Director, you are also an excellent broadcaster. You have a pleasant voice and speak very clearly."

"Thank you for the compliment."

Chen Qing clasped his hands in gratitude.

But she felt exhausted from concentrating so much.

She can talk non-stop for an hour in a conference room without getting tired, but it's really not easy to read dry documents with emotion.

Chen Qing walked back to his office and slumped deeply into his chair.

knock knock --

Chen Qing sat up straight: "Come in."

Logistics Director Qin Qiuhe reported: "Factory Director, based on the requirements of the new sportswear, I talked to the people at the fabric factory. The fabric factory can't provide as much of the high-quality cotton-polyester blended fabric we need next year."

Chen Qing frowned.

Qin Qiuhe added, "Most of the supplies have been pre-ordered by others. This isn't just a problem within our province; it's happening all over the country."

Chen Qing immediately made a phone call to the fabric factory manager.

Factory Director Wang said, "This fabric was already in short supply. Maybe they saw that you were able to make good clothes with this fabric at the Canton Fair, so they followed suit... Factory Director Chen, given our relationship, I can't possibly withhold your fabric. The number I reported to your logistics director is already our limit. We've even offended a lot of people because of this. Please don't push me any further. If you really want more fabric, I suggest you talk to Director Qi."

What he said.

They completely blocked Chen Qing's path.

Chen Qing was at a loss.

I had no choice but to hang up the phone.

She told Qin Qiuhe not to rush, and went directly to the Light Industry Bureau to find Qi Yuanchao that afternoon.

Qi Yuanchao said, "Director Chen, I usually don't handle this kind of thing, but your factory has the most high-quality approval slips."

Chen Qing raised his eyelids: "So, there's no room for negotiation?"

Qi Yuanchao leaned back, his hands casually crossed. "Director Chen, I can't break the rules, can I?"

Chen Qing looked at him with indifference in her eyes. She stood up without expression, but when she looked down at him, she had an innate disdain: "Of course, you are the leader, whatever you say is right."

Their eyes met, and Secretary Zhang felt as if sparks were flying in the air. He truly felt immense pressure from the tense atmosphere.

Chen Qing turned and left.

Secretary Zhang followed closely behind: "Factory Manager, shall we go back to the garment factory?"

"Go to the foreign trade company."

"it is good."

Secretary Zhang accepted the order.

The manager of the foreign trade company was Xu Yongkang. The two even had a meal together. Ironically, it was Qi Yuanchao who introduced them.

Upon hearing that Chen Qing had arrived, Xu Yongkang immediately went out to greet him: "Director Chen, it is an honor to have you here. I am so sorry for not welcoming you sooner."

"No, no, I came to see you suddenly, sorry to bother you, Manager Xu." Chen Qing smiled and sat down in front of him.

Secretary Zhang stayed by his side and took the initiative to pour tea after Manager Xu poured the first cup.

After exchanging a few pleasantries, the two got down to business.

Chen Qing asked Xu Yongkang, "Does Manager Xu know where we can get fabric? Even from outside is fine, as long as it can be sourced." Xu Yongkang frowned. "Fabrics are in short supply domestically. If we source them from abroad, it will probably be more expensive. Are you sure?"

"I'm not quite sure right now. Could you please check the price for me?"

“Okay, I’ll check it out for you.” Xu Yongkang agreed. He and Chen Qing were partners in the same business, so there was no reason for him to kick Chen Qing when he was down.

Chen Qing was extremely grateful.

Xu Yongkang said, "I will give you an answer in the next couple of days."

"Okay, thank you, Manager Xu. I'm so grateful to have your help." Chen Qing thanked him repeatedly before leaving.

Secretary Zhang asked, "Factory Director, where are we going this time?"

"bank."

"it is good."

Upon arriving at the bank, Chen Qing was personally received by President Sun.

Chen Qing got straight to the point: "President Sun, our Shengxia Sports Apparel Factory is short of money. Can we borrow a short-term loan? I will repay the loan as soon as the funds come back."

Bank Manager Sun had a good impression of profitable garment factories, but when faced with Chen Qing's request for a loan, he hesitated and said, "Factory Manager Chen, it's not that I don't support you, it's just that credit policies have been tightening recently, and your factory's situation... some people have said that you're expanding too fast and don't have a stable way to make money, so the risk is a bit high."

Secretary Zhang's heart skipped a beat when she heard this.

It's unclear whether the fabric will be available, but the banks' refusal to lend money effectively blocks that avenue for securing the fabric.

Chen Qing's eyes turned cold, but the corners of her mouth remained upturned: "President Sun may not know, but our garment factory is divided into two parts: one is revenue generation, and the other is a guaranteed minimum."

President Sun listened quietly.

Chen Qing then explained in detail: "The guaranteed income is making clothes for Mr. Marcus. This is a steady stream of orders because our garment factory was built with his investment. Even if he wanted to abandon our garment factory, he couldn't just give it up in a few years. So our garment factory has a stable income."

"This……"

"President Sun, I won't make things difficult for you, and I hope you won't make things difficult for me either."

Chen Qing smiled.

Even Director Sun felt a little embarrassed to look at her; Chen Qing was so young yet so imposing: "Director Chen, it's really not that I'm unwilling; I actually really like your sportswear. It's just a policy issue, and I can't make the decision."

Secretary Zhang felt somewhat hopeless.

Chen Qing smiled faintly: "Then I'll have to trouble President Sun this time. I hope we'll have the opportunity to cooperate in the future."

"sure."

President Sun respectfully saw Chen Qing out.

Secretary Zhang dared not utter a sound. In the confined space of the car, he was afraid that the factory director would suddenly attack and kill him!

He has been cramming on important meetings of the garment factory recently, one of which concerns the factory's future.

The garment factory's focus is definitely not on Marcus alone!

During the meeting, neither the factory manager nor the workers mentioned the guaranteed minimum income, indicating that everyone understood that the garment factory's success depended on foreign exchange earnings!

We haven't even started generating foreign exchange yet, and we've run out of the fabric needed to do so.

Chen Qing closed his eyes: "Back to the factory."

"Yes."

Secretary Zhang was driving.

He was driving a little slowly.

They were worried that the bumpy ride would make Chen Qing uncomfortable.

Chen Qing looked at the scenery rushing past the car window and rubbed his temples wearily.

(End of this chapter)