Roaming in the world of film and television

How did the gossip spread on the optical film reach Uncle Ding's ears?

Lin Yue figured it out after a little thought. Most likely, he heard about it when he went to Zhou's house to deliver something to Zheng Juan.

Although he went back in the month when the child was born last year, he sent a lot of things to the Northeast during this year, but he didn't send them to Lao Zhou's house, but to the hotel, and then asked Uncle Ding to deliver them, so he could take advantage of the opportunity Second, he doesn't want Chunyan's cousin to think too much about it. After all, people's hearts are separated. God knows whether the other party will ask for a raise if he knows that he has earned a lot of money. Asking, the mood is different.

"Yes, it's true."

"Oh." Uncle Ding originally thought that he had taken a leave of absence from school and came here to make a living, and he could go back to study after earning money, but he didn't expect things to be worse. He was expelled and naturally he would not be able to continue his studies: "It's a pity, it's a pity."

"What a pity." Lin Yue said, "It's just a diploma from Tsinghua University."

"Look at what you said, that's something that many people dream of."

"Don't worry, the people in Tsinghua's Academic Affairs Office will invite me back in the future just as they expelled me."

The corner of Uncle Ding's mouth twitched twice, looking at him as if talking nonsense would be struck by lightning.

Anyway, just don't believe him.

Lin Yue didn't bother to explain the problem to him, so he opened the passenger door of the Audi car on the side of the road, threw the bag in, and opened the door of the rear compartment after finishing the work: "Be careful, don't hit your head."

Uncle Ding didn't sit in, and circled the car half a circle: "Your?"

"if not?"

"You already bought a car?"

"Doing business is a standard feature. Could it be possible to ride a bicycle to discuss business with those bosses in HK?"

Uncle Ding nodded if he realized something. When he gave the decoration drawings of Jishantang, he once said that packaging is another form of advertisement. The most feared thing about any product or service is that it will not be recognizable.

At that time, I couldn't understand the meaning of this sentence, but now, I understand it more or less.

"Uncle Ding, get in the car."

"oh."

Uncle Ding came to his senses, grabbed the door frame and carefully got into the car, touched here and there, looked surprised, a rural man, usually only rides a tractor, motorcycles are rare things, even cars It’s not that I’ve sat on it twice, but it’s still a Jeep that burns diesel. The seat is so hard that my bones will fall apart after sitting on the rough road for half an hour.

"Let's go."

He reminded Uncle Ding to start the engine, put it in gear and leave.

...

First, I went to a nearby restaurant to order a few dishes, and the two of them had a meal. In Lin Yue's words, they didn't enjoy drinking at noon. In the evening, they called up the young people that Uncle Ding had sent before, and gave them a good meal. He picks up the dust.

At 2 o'clock in the afternoon, Lin Yue drove the car to the gate of a clothing factory. The guard in his forties looked at the license plate, went over to open the gate, and yelled Mr. Zhou that you are back.

Lin Yue nodded kindly and drove the car into the garment factory.

The two got out of the car, and Uncle Ding looked back at the hut at the door: "What did he call you just now? Mr. Zhou? Are you... the owner of this garment factory?"

He was really convinced when he saw the workers in blue overalls at the warehouse door in front of him loading the big cardboard boxes onto the truck. Zhou Bingkun came from the south at the end of 1978. Now in the summer of 1980, in just one and a half years, he built the A garment factory?

Although the scale cannot be compared with those state-owned garment factories in Northeast China, but judging by the busyness of the workers in the factory area, one can guess how good the benefits are.

"The factory is a joint venture with HK people, and he has more shares than me. However, because the other party still has business in HK, they rarely come here. It's me and Director Yang who take care of it, so...you don't even call me the boss. Wrong." Lin Yue explained, nodded to the two workers who passed by, and then led him into the sewing workshop.

The rattling sound of the sewing machine needle was continuous, and the entire workshop was shrouded in industrial noise.

The young female workers in work clothes were immersed in their work, completely unaware that the boss had brought her to the countryside to inspect the workshop.

Looking at those young faces, Uncle Ding couldn't help sighing, "Look at how hard they work."

This is the truth, the big truth.

In the Northeast, how many people in the factory don't want to fish in troubled waters? Anyway, if you do more or less, it’s all the money. Besides, if you do more and others do less, the result is the same salary, and even the one who does less will get a chance to be promoted because of his seniority and relationship. Dry people will naturally be psychologically unbalanced.

Lin Yue picked up a semi-finished product, touched it, stretched it, checked the end of the thread, and nodded with satisfaction.

"Here we are paid on a piece basis, and the more you work, the more you get. These children from the countryside have suffered a lot before, but now they have the opportunity to improve their lives by their own abilities. Of course, they will work hard."

"Piece count?"

"Yes, by the piece."

Uncle Ding thought it was the first of its kind for him to let Jishantang implement a scoring system for waiters. Those who scored the highest at the end of the month could get another bonus in addition to the collective commission award. Unexpectedly, the system in the garment factory was more radical.

"Bingkun, you are amazing. How many people can be fed by this?"

"It's just for mutual benefit." Lin Yue pointed outside: "Let's go, it's too noisy here, affecting the conversation, I'll take you to another place."

The two came out of the workshop and walked to the Audi parking lot.

Lin Yue said as he walked, "What did we export before? Industrial raw materials such as gray cloth and aluminum ingots have very low added value. They go around in other people's factories and sell them back to us. The money has been earned from us, and now the situation is better, whether it is workers’ wages or industrial raw materials, the production cost is much lower than that in Europe and the United States, as long as we seize the opportunity to sell abroad, the profits will be very considerable.”

Selling abroad?

For Uncle Ding, who has lived in a planned economy for more than 20 years, the impact is not insignificant, because although he was born as a farmer, he has a much more active brain than those rural people who are still stuck in the idea of ​​earning work points.

What is foreign money? U.S. dollars and British pounds are a hot commodity that can be exchanged for many old people's heads. In this era, there is no need to even think about foreign exchange certificates.

"Uncle Ding, why are you standing there? Get in the car, I'll take you to meet some acquaintances."

Uncle Ding hadn't tasted the smell yet, so he got into the trunk in a cloud of mist, and let Lin Yue pull him away from the garment factory and drive to a further place.

In about ten minutes, the car drove into a park under construction. The east side was still overgrown with weeds. Farther away was a reed marsh where migratory birds inhabited. Beyond that was a sandbar. When the wind blows, you can smell the peculiar smell of sea water. salty smell.

Inside the park, all kinds of construction workers and engineering vehicles are busy in construction. The most eye-catching are scattered tower cranes. Some buildings have already built frames, but they are not too high. On the top of some steel-structured factories, Welders are working with welding guns in their hands, bursting out dazzling flames from time to time. The open space below is a world of steel bars, sandbags, and concrete. From time to time, you can see dust all over your body. Workers wearing hard hats and gloves are pushing small carts through the construction site...

It was really a scene of excitement.

Lin Yue parked the car and led him into the largest construction site in the middle of the park. There was only a plaque of the construction unit at the door, and it was impossible to tell what kind of factory it was.

"Boss Zhou."

"President Zhou, you are here."

"..."

A few people wearing red hard hats and holding blueprints stopped to greet Lin Yue.

He smiled and nodded in response.

"Uncle Ding, look who that is."

Uncle Ding followed his direction and saw a man in his early thirties on the foundation in front of him directing the workers to fix the building materials to the hooks of the tower crane.

"Peace?"

After looking carefully for a while, Uncle Ding was sure that he was right. The man with a towel hanging on his shoulder was his nephew Ding Heping.

Six months ago Zhou Bingkun asked him for a group of people, among them was Ding Heping, no wonder this guy was not among the people who picked him up at the station, so he was so busy.

"Bingkun...this...isn't it your factory too?"

"It's almost like a garment factory, it's a joint venture with a Hong Kong businessman."

Uncle Ding looked at him with a little more shock... You can also say shock, the land in front of him is as big as seven or eight garment factories, how much money will be invested in it.

"Why do you have to find HK people to set up a joint venture? Is it because you don't have enough money?"

Lin Yue led him to a cooler place: "This...it's too complicated to say, as long as you know that doing so is beneficial to corporate taxation and technology introduction."

Listening to his answer, Uncle Ding really felt that he was a frog in a well.

"By the way, Bingkun, that one over there is a garment factory, what about this one? What are you going to use this factory, which is much bigger than the garment factory?"