Rebirth 1989: My Unlucky Career

"Mom, why are you crying!" Zhao Zhuo felt helpless.

Although he was not very familiar with the parents in front of him, the blood love still penetrated into his body, making him feel very distressed.

"Zhuo, it would be nice to come back, it would be nice to come back!" Zhao Zhuo's mother burst into tears.

And his father sighed, "Let's eat first."

Zhao Zhuo had been hungry for a long time, so he responded, sat at the table, and swallowed the food with big mouthfuls.

The two elders said nothing more and looked at their son with distressed faces.

After the meal, the family chatted some more, and it was not over until the two elders went to work.

After the two elders left, Zhao Zhuo couldn't wait to return to his room and find all the suits and windbreakers he wore when doing business in the south.

This is a custom-made suit from China, which was a gift from Zhao Zhuo's uncle.

A person is judged by his clothes. Zhao Zhuo is already young, and even though his face cannot be said to be very handsome, he is somewhat handsome.

When he put on his suit and trench coat, the last bit of uneasiness in his heart finally disappeared.

Standing in front of the mirror, Zhao Zhuo always felt that something was missing. His hair was scattered and unmanaged, which was somewhat unseemly.

Then he went to the barber shop downstairs, tidied up his appearance, said to put it in his father's account, and then left in disgrace.

He had never done such things as keeping accounts in his previous life.

Returning to the street again, he went straight to Fengtian Textile Factory.

Although the capital of the Soviet Union had preventive machines from being sold, he only heard the news on the road.

But for Zhao Zhuo now, he can completely use the current news to turn everything upside down.

Soon, he came to Fengtian Textile Factory. It was different from what he imagined. Although this textile factory bore the name of Fengtian, its scale was not large.

This can't help but make Zhao Zhuo a little worried. What if this factory doesn't need new machines?

But now he can only bite the bullet and go for it. Anyway, the business he wants to do does not require much capital for the factory. What if he can impress the factory?

The guard guarding the door saw the swaggering Zhao Zhuo in a suit, and for a moment he didn't know whether he should stop him.

The guard didn't react until Zhao Zhuo was about to enter the factory.

"Comrade, what are you doing!"

The doorman was a young man with a loud voice, which attracted the attention of people around him.

In any era, homosexuality was still a symbol of intimacy, but in the era when Zhao Zhuo lived, it was not a good word.

"Please call me sir, I'm here to see your factory director."

Zhao Zhuo is quite calm and his tone of voice is light but very easy to believe.

"Did you go to our factory director and tell us?"

Although the guard is young, he also knows that the factory director is not just someone he can find.

Zhao Zhuoyun came to the doorman calmly and put his hands in the pockets of his windbreaker.

"I just came back from Su Country. There are some things that not just anyone can know. Are you sure you won't let me in and delay your factory's business?"

Zhao Zhuo is not angry and self-confident. After all, he was a big boss with thousands of people under his command in his previous life. His temperament is definitely not comparable to that of ordinary people.

The young guard suddenly became frightened, obviously he was confused by the question.

"Wait a minute, I'll make a call and ask."

The guard had no choice but to run back to the guard room, talked to someone, and then walked out.

"You can't meet our factory director, but the head of our sales department will have time to meet with you." The guard received the instruction and was no longer afraid.

Zhao Zhuo's original purpose was just to meet someone with whom he could discuss business, the head of the sales department, but it was beyond his expectation.

He has been in business for so many years, and he is very clear about the techniques of advance and retreat in the business world.

"Section Chief?"

Zhao Zhuo raised his eyebrows, as if he was a little reluctant, but he was actually already happy in his heart.

But he still looked despised.

"It's just a section chief. Don't you look down on him too much?"

The guard looked at Zhao Zhuo a little unhappy and angry. After all, he was a young and energetic man.

"No, what's wrong, section chief? Whatever business you want to do, you can do it with our factory director!"

Zhao Zhuo had a cold face, snorted coldly, and went through the whole show without revealing any flaws.

"Originally I had a whole textile assembly line that I wanted to sell to you, but now it seems that you don't know how to appreciate it!"

He deliberately raised his voice, not to speak to the guard, but to speak to the workers next to him.

The status of workers today is much higher than that of later generations, and they are involved in everything in the factory, big or small.

And Zhao Zhuo was betting that this factory would need to replace the machine.

In 1989, a full ten years had passed since the reopening, and industry and commerce were developing rapidly.

In addition, due to the recent turmoil in the Soviet Union, there is an urgent need for various light industrial products. The fabrics produced by the textile mills are important raw materials for making clothes, shoes and hats.

I am afraid that now this textile factory is also facing the need to increase production capacity.

This is why Zhao Zhuo is willing to come in and take a gamble.

After he said those words, he began to walk out, and his pace was much slower than usual.

He was also very nervous. If he was too arrogant and the bet went wrong, he would have no choice but to go back to the south and find his uncle to make plans.

"Young man, wait a minute!"

At this moment, a low and urgent voice sounded.

Zhao Zhuo breathed a sigh of relief, but he still looked very angry.

"What's wrong?"

The tone of his words was even more arrogant, and he was not at all accustomed to the bald middle-aged man in work clothes who was speaking to him.

"You said you have a machine?" the middle-aged man asked.

Zhao Zhuo curled his lips and said as if out of anger: "No!"

He tried his best not to act like a sophisticated businessman.

Sometimes, for some old people, they prefer to do business with young people because they always find it profitable.

Now Zhao Zhuo can just take advantage of his youthful appearance.

The bald man was stunned for a moment, but then he laughed.

"Young man, don't be angry. Chief Hu of our sales department is in charge of all business transactions. Except for the factory, he makes the final decision on most things. I don't mean to look down on you!"

When the bald man said this, his attitude was very sincere.

Even if Zhao Zhuo is really angry, if someone talks to him like this, most of the anger will disappear.

What's more, his anger is all fake?

"What do you mean? Your factory wants my machine?" Zhao Zhuo asked casually.

At this time, he felt more relieved. At least he knew that the textile factory now needed his machines.

The bald man nodded, pondered for a while and said, "How about I take you to see our Section Chief Hu and let him talk to you?"

Zhao Zhuo snorted, obviously still a little angry, "Then it's best if he has the final say. There are so many machines waiting to be asked for from me. If I didn't think you were a state-owned enterprise, I wouldn't bother to come to you!"

"

He randomly found a reason for himself.

The middle-aged man opposite him obviously believed it and nodded quickly.

"Then I'll thank you for everyone in the factory!"

This is the sentiment of the older generation of workers. At that time, they regarded the factory as their home, not just talking about it.