Reborn Industrial Tycoon

Wang Haibin took an order below the cost price, just to disgust Li Weidong.

When Li Weidong saw this kind of below-cost order, he would definitely have a strong reaction, so on the way here, Wang Haibin had already thought of various excuses.

For example, the company advocates frugality, there are insufficient purchasing funds, financial allocation difficulties, etc., and then you can happily appreciate Li Weidong's frustrated or angry expression.

Wang Haibin was even ready to say something like, "It's not that our purchasing department won't give you the order, it's that your garment factory is unable to take it" when leaving. This would embarrass Li Weidong, and Wang Haibin could also get angry.

But the script didn't go as planned by Wang Haibin. Li Weidong didn't touch the order form and just replied, "We don't take low-end orders."

"Low-end order? What is a low-end order? I, Wang Haibin, sent you a low-end order? You didn't even look at the order form! Even if you dislike it, you don't have to be so direct!" Wang Haibin thought to himself, feeling very sad inside.

Hurt, empty, lonely and cold.

The next moment, Wang Haibin immediately put on an angry expression and asked sternly: "Director Li, what do you mean by this? What is a low-end order? Are jobs classified as high or low?"

"Director Wang, please be patient. Of course, there is no distinction between high and low in work, so I said it was a low-end order, not low-end work!" Li Weidong smiled, and then said: "The low-end order I am talking about,

It’s just an order that’s not very profitable.”

"You haven't read it yet, how do you know that my order is not very profitable!" Wang Haibin retorted casually.

After Wang Haibin said this, he added another sentence in his mind: If you look at the order, you will find that this order not only does not make money, but also loses money.

Li Weidong still looked like he was hiding a knife behind his smile, and replied calmly: "Our company's orders don't need to be read to know that we can't make money. If our company's orders can make money, the garment factory won't

I won’t be able to get my salary paid for three months.”

"Uh..." Wang Haibin was speechless for a moment.

The air seemed to freeze for a few seconds before Wang Haibin finally said: "Director Li, since you said this is a low-end order, I would like to ask, what kind of high-end order are you doing now?"

Li Weidong heard the sarcasm in Wang Haibin's words. He stood up, walked to the cabinet behind him, and said at the same time: "Since Director Wang has asked, I will show Director Wang the current products of our garment factory.

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Li Weidong opened the cabinet and took out a leather jacket. This leather jacket must have just been waxed, it was shiny and reflective.

"Director Wang, this is our product." Li Weidong showed the leather jacket to Wang Haibin.

"Is this a leather jacket?" Wang Haibin asked subconsciously.

"It's a leather jacket, a motorcycle jacket to be precise." Li Weidong didn't hide it.

"It's nondescript. Can you wear this to work? Will anyone buy it?" Wang Haibin curled his lips.

"Young people will buy it. It's mainly for fashion. All the stars in Hong Kong are wearing this now." Li Weidong said, put on the leather jacket on himself, struck a cool pose, and asked:

"How's it going? It looks good on you, right? Isn't it true that the clothes are cool and the person is even more handsome?"

"You are deliberately irritating me! Hold it back, don't be angry!" Wang Haibin thought silently in his heart.

But in Wang Haibin's opinion, Li Weidong looks quite energetic when wearing this leather jacket.

"Director Wang, do you want one? I'll give you the ex-factory price." Li Weidong asked with a smile.

"I don't want it! If I wear this thing back to the company, people will laugh to death!" Wang Haibin said with disdain.

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It was disgusting that Li Weidong's plan did not succeed, but he was heartbroken. This made Wang Haibin return to the purchasing office with a depressed look.

Wang Haibin still felt very worried until he got off work. On the way home, he felt that there was nothing pleasing to his eyes along the way.

"What kind of bullshit motorcycle jacket, that kind of mediocre clothes, can still be sold for money? Only a fool would buy something like that to wear!" Wang Haibin muttered to himself as he walked to the door of his house.

Before I even opened the door, I heard a scream like a ghost crying or wolf howling coming from inside:

"I kept asking you when you would come with me, but you always laughed at me and left me with nothing..."

You don't need to guess to know that it is the eldest son Wang Lei who is singing again.

"You obviously don't have that talent, but you still scream every day!" Wang Haibin sighed helplessly and opened the door with the key.

I saw Wang Lei standing in the living room, holding a mop head as a microphone, following the recorder, and singing loudly.

The most important thing is that Wang Lei is wearing a leather jacket, which is exactly the kind of motorcycle jacket Li Weidong showed during the day.

A few seconds ago, Wang Haibin said to himself that only a fool would buy a motorcycle jacket. Unexpectedly, there was a fool in his family.

Seeing Wang Haibin, Wang Lei stopped the provinces and said: "Dad, you are back!"

Wang Haibin asked sharply: "Where did you get these clothes from?"

"I bought it at the market west of the station. How about it? It's very fashionable!" Wang Lei said with a showy look.

"How much did it cost?" Wang Haibin asked again.

"100 yuan." Wang Lei still looked very proud.

"You spent a hundred yuan on this piece of crap?" Wang Haibin's heart ached.

Wang Lei looked like he was taking advantage and said: "This kind of leather jacket costs at least four hundred yuan to buy in department stores in big cities, and it's not this new type of motorcycle jacket. I

I heard the southerner who sells clothes said that the clothes were smuggled from abroad, that’s why they are sold so cheaply. Dad, look at the material, how good it is, foreign clothes are just different from ours!"

"Smuggling? Is there any need to smuggle the company's clothing factory to our house?" Wang Haibin looked at the complacent silly son in front of him and snatched the mop head from his hand.

"100 yuan, just give it to Li Weidong, you still have the nerve to show off, you bastard, a waste of money!" Wang Haibin cursed loudly.

Opposite Wang Lei looked confused. He didn't know why his father was so angry.

At this time, Teacher Cui Jian’s deep and deep singing voice sounded from the recorder:

"Am I forever worthless in front of you..."

Hearing this song, Wang Haibin became even more angry. He felt that the song was mocking himself.

"You have nothing, right? I'll beat you up to nothing right now!" Wang Haibin picked up the mop head and whipped it at Wang Lei's butt.

"Dad, don't hit me. I was wrong!" Wang Lei quickly dodged. Seeing that Wang Haibin couldn't get rid of his anger, he simply ran out of the house.

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Wang Haibin was furious, and Wang Lei didn't dare to go home for the time being, so he wandered around the family yard of the transportation company.

The smell of cigarettes entered Wang Lei's nose, which immediately aroused his craving for cigarettes. Wang Lei took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took one out and put it on his mouth, but found that he didn't have any matches.

"I have to borrow a fire." Wang Lei looked along the smell of smoke and saw two people puffing away smoke behind the telephone pole.

Wang Lei stepped forward and said, "Brother, lend me a fire!"

The two people behind the telephone pole turned around. They were two young faces. Only then did Wang Lei see clearly that they were two middle school students who had not returned home from school and were secretly hiding here to smoke.

One of them is Li Weimin, Li Weidong’s scumbag younger brother.

As expected of a scumbag, he has indeed developed in the direction of negative energy. He eats, drinks, whores, gambles and smokes, and has already learned how to smoke.

When Li Weimin saw someone coming to ask for a light, he handed over the cigarette in his hand. Wang Lei used Li Weidong's half of the cigarette to light his own.

After taking a deep breath and blowing out a few smoke rings, Wang Lei's depression suddenly diminished a lot.

Then Wang Lei looked at Li Weimin and suddenly felt that there was a shadow of his own youth in this young man.

Wang Lei sighed and said, "When I was your age, I stole my dad's cigarettes all day long."

Li Weimin replied: "I didn't steal these cigarettes from my father, I bought them myself."

"You? Do you have enough pocket money to buy cigarettes?" Wang Lei asked curiously.

"If my mother gave me pocket money, it would definitely not be enough. Even buying a bag of figs would have to be calculated. But my brother is different. He gives me a lot of pocket money, and he can give me one or two yuan at a time!" Li Weimin showed off.

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Figs were one of the most popular snacks in the 1980s. They cost a small bag for five cents. Although they were called "figs", they were actually shredded radish with flavoring and sugar. They tasted both sweet and salty. If you eat too much, you would feel sick.

In that era when supplies were relatively scarce, it was the best snack.

Wang Lei looked at Li Weidong, who was showing off his wealth, his face sank slightly, and he asked, "Do you still have cigarettes?"

"There are three more." Li Weimin answered honestly.

"Take them all out and give them to me!" Wang Lei pretended to be vicious.

"Why!" Li Weimin was not scared and immediately rejected Wang Lei.

Extorting cigarettes from junior high school students is indeed not a glorious thing, but Wang Lei was also short of money at this time. He spent all his money to buy that leather jacket.

Just listen to Wang Lei say: "If you don't give me a cigarette, I will tell your brother about your smoking and let your brother beat you!"

In the courtyard of the transportation company's family members, Wang Lei couldn't possibly rob him, so he simply threatened him. Such simple threats often failed time and time again.

However, Li Weimin curled his lips disdainfully: "Even if you tell my brother, my brother won't beat me!"

"You don't learn well at such a young age and secretly smoke here. I don't believe your brother won't beat you up!" Wang Lei said.

"I'm a biological brother, and my brother loves me the most. He can't bear to hit me!" Li Weimin looked like a dead pig who is not afraid of boiling water.

"My biological brother doesn't need to be beaten? I'm also my biological son. Why don't I just buy a leather jacket? Why do I get beaten?"

Wang Lei subconsciously touched his butt. Thinking about the way Wang Haibin slapped him with a mop head just now, he suddenly felt suspicious:

"Am I my father's biological child?"