Rebirth of the Industrial Tycoon

  Chapter 89 There is a fool at home (three shifts)

  Wang Haibin took an order that was lower than the cost price, and he came to disgust Li Weidong.

  When Li Weidong sees such a lower-cost order, he will inevitably have a strong reaction. Therefore, Wang Haibin has already thought out all kinds of rhetoric on the way.

  For example, the company advocates saving, insufficient procurement funds, financial funding difficulties, etc., and then you can enjoy Li Weidong's expressions of flatness or frustration.

  Wang Haibin was even ready. When he left, he said, "It's not that our purchasing office does not give you the order, but that your garment factory is unable to take it." It embarrass Li Weidong a little, and Wang Haibin can also let out a sigh of illness.

  But the script didn’t follow Wang Haibin’s design. Li Weidong didn’t even touch the order form. He just replied, "We don’t accept low-end orders."

"Low-end order? What is a low-end order? My Wang Haibin sent me a low-end order? I don't even look at the order form! Even if you dislike it, you don't need to be so direct!" Wang Haibin secretly said in his heart, he felt very deep in his heart. Injured, empty, lonely and cold.

  The next moment, Wang Haibin immediately put on an expression of irritation, and asked sharply, "Director Li, what do you mean? What is a low-end order? Is there a job that is high or low?"

"Chief Wang is safe and not irritable. Of course, there is no distinction between high and low work. That's why I said it was a low-end order. I didn't say a low-end job!" Li Weidong smiled, and then said: "What I said is a low-end order. It’s an order that doesn’t make much money."

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

  Wang Haibin finished this sentence, and added another sentence in his mind: If you read the order, you will find that the order is not only not profitable, but also loses money.

Li Weidong still looked like hiding a knife in a smile, and replied calmly: "Our company's orders, you don't need to look at it, and you know that you can't make money. If you can make money from our company's orders, the clothing factory will not be able to make money. I won’t be paid for three months."

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

  The air seemed to freeze for a few seconds, and Wang Haibin finally said, “Director Li, since you said that this is a low-end order, then I want to ask, what high-end order are you doing now?”

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

  I saw Li Weidong open the cabinet and took out a leather jacket from the inside. This leather jacket should have just been waxed, shiny, and reflective.

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

  "This is a leather jacket?" Wang Haibin asked subconsciously.

   "It's a leather jacket, or a motorcycle jacket to be precise." Li Weidong did not hide it either.

   "Non-descript, can this thing be worn to work? Someone will buy it?" Wang Haibin curled his lips.

"Young people buy it, mainly for fashion. The stars on Hong Kong Island wear this now." Li Weidong said, putting this leather jacket on his body, posing in a cool pose, and asking: "How is it? It looks good, right? Is the clothes handsome, and the people more handsome?"

  "This is deliberately **** me off! Hold it back, you can't get angry!" Wang Haibin thought silently in his heart.

   However, in Wang Haibin's view, this leather jacket is very energetic when worn on Li Weidong.

   "Director Wang, would you like to have one? I will give you the ex-factory price." Li Weidong asked with a smile.

   "I don't want it! If I wear this stuff to return to the company, I will make people laugh!" Wang Haibin said with a look of disdain.

  ...

   Disgusting Li Weidong’s plan did not succeed, but he was heartbroken. This made Wang Haibin look depressed and returned to the purchasing office.

  Wang Haibin still felt very heartbroken until he got off work. On the way home, he only felt that there was nothing pleasing to the eye along the way.

   "What kind of **** motorcycle jacket, just that kind of inconsistent clothes, can you still sell it? A fool would buy that kind of thing to wear!" Wang Haibin muttered to himself, and walked to his door.

   Before opening the door, I heard a cry like a wolf crying from inside:

   "I used to ask endlessly, when will you go with me, but you always laugh at me and have nothing..."

  No need to guess, it is the eldest son Wang Lei who is singing again.

   "Obviously I don't have that talent, I 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, singing loudly.

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

  A few seconds ago, Wang Haibin also said to himself that fools would buy motorcycle jackets, but he did not expect that there was a fool in his own family.

   Seeing Wang Haibin, Wang Lei stopped singing and said, "Dad, you are back!"

  Wang Haibin asked sharply, "Where did your clothes come from?"

   "I bought it in the market west of the station, how about it? It's fashionable!" Wang Lei said with a stern face.

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

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

   "Just this broken thing, you spent a hundred yuan?" Wang Haibin felt a pain in his heart.

Wang Lei had an expression of taking advantage of it, and said: "This kind of leather jacket can be bought in department stores in big cities for at least 400 yuan, and it is not this new motorcycle jacket. I I heard from the southerner who sells clothes that the clothes are smuggled from abroad, so they are sold so cheaply. Dad, look at the materials, how nice, foreign clothes are different from ours here!"

   "Smuggling? The transport company garment factory to our house, still need to smuggle?" Wang Haibin looked at his silly son who was so self-satisfied in front of him, and snatched the mop head from him.

   "100 yuan, just give it to Li Weidong, you still have a good face, you bastard, prodigal stuff!" Wang Haibin shouted loudly.

  The opposite Wang Lei looked blank. He didn't know why his father made such a big fire.

  At this time, Mr. Cui Jian’s deep and deep singing sounded from the tape recorder:

  "Is it true that in front of you, I will always have nothing..."

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

   "You have nothing, right? I will hit you with nothing!" Wang Haibin picked up the head of the mop and drew it at Wang Lei's ass.

   "Dad, don't fight, can't I make a mistake!" Wang Lei quickly dodged, seeing Wang Haibin's anger hard to dissipate, and simply ran out of the house.

  ...

  Wang Haibin was getting angry, and Wang Lei was not daring to go home for the time being, so he wandered around in the transportation company’s family yard.

  The smell of cigarettes spread into Wang Lei’s nose, which immediately aroused his addiction to cigarettes. Wang Lei took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and put one on his mouth, but found that there was no match.

   "I have to borrow a fire." Wang Lei looked down the smell of smoke and saw two people behind the telephone poles.

  Wang Lei stepped forward and said, "Dude, take a fire!"

  The two people behind the telephone pole turned their heads. They were two immature faces. Wang Lei could see clearly that these were two middle school students who had not returned home after school and were secretly hiding here to smoke.

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

   is worthy of being a scumbag, as expected, it is developing in the direction of negative energy, eating, drinking, gambling, and smoking.

  Li Weimin saw someone coming for a fire, so he passed the cigarette in his hand. Wang Lei lit his own cigarette with half of Li Weidong’s cigarette.

   took a deep breath, and then spit out a few smoke rings, Wang Lei's depression suddenly reduced a lot.

   Then Wang Lei looked at Li Weimin, and suddenly felt that this young man had his own youthful shadow.

  Wang Lei sighed and said, “When I was as old as yours, I stole my dad’s cigarettes all day long.”

  Li Weimin replied, “I didn’t steal this cigarette from my dad, but I bought it myself.”

  "You? Is there enough pocket money to buy cigarettes?" Wang Lei asked curiously.

"If my mother gave pocket money, it would definitely not be enough, and even buy a bag of figs. But my brother is different. He gave me a lot of pocket money, and he can give me one or two dollars at a time!" Li Weimin started showing off. road.

  Figs are one of the most popular snacks in the 1980s. They cost five cents a small bag. Although they are called "figs", they are actually shredded radish with flavor and sugar. They taste sweet and salty. If you eat too much, you will feel panic. It is the best snack in that era when materials are relatively scarce.

  Wang Lei looked at Li Weidong, who had a dazzling expression on his face, his face sank slightly, and he asked, "Do you still have cigarettes?"

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

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

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

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

  I only heard Wang Lei say: "If you don't give me cigarettes, I will tell your brother about your smoking and let your brother beat you!"

  In this transportation company's family yard, Wang Lei couldn't use it to grab it, so he simply threatened it. This simple threat is often tried and tested.

  However, Li Weimin curled his lips in disdain: "Even if you tell my brother, my brother will not beat me!"

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

   "I am my own brother, my brother loves me the most, he is reluctant to hit me!" Li Weimin looked on a dead pig not afraid of boiling water.

  "My brother doesn’t have to be beaten? I'm also a son. Why don’t I buy a leather jacket? How come I was beaten!"

  Wang Lei subconsciously touched his butt, thinking about the way Wang Haibin slapped him with a mop just now, suddenly there was a kind of suspicion:

   "Am I my dad's own birth!"

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