Siheyuan: I, the bully is here, I will die quickly

That day Zhang Xuemu came to the factory early in the morning, and a lot of people had already gathered at the entrance of the sales department.

"Director Zhang is here!" Someone shouted, and the crowd immediately surrounded him.

"Director Zhang, is the notice you posted yesterday true? Can we get bicycles every month? Can we pre-order?"

"Yes, Director Zhang, if the radio can be ordered, my brother-in-law wants me to order one for him. I have brought all the money!"

Zhang Xuemu knew what was going on as soon as he heard it. Yesterday he looked at his system rewards, and there were already a lot of things, all piled up into mountains.

At that time, in order to be able to dispose of these things, he reported to the factory, saying that now various factories and outside units can provide more things.

After obtaining the approval of Director Yang, he posted the notice yesterday afternoon, saying that he could sell more things in the future.

For example, the sales department can sell [-] large bicycles and [-] radios every month, and provide large quantities of small items.

In order to sell these things safely, he also used points to buy object identities in the system mall. These prices are much cheaper than those from tool people. One hundred points can buy [-] bicycle identities. Not to mention other things.

Now every object has production records of various factories, what kind of rubbing printing, what type of labeling, everything is available.

As long as the shipment volume is not so large, naturally no one will find any problems.

Tickets are required to buy large items in this era, even if people have money, they may not be able to buy them.

Especially bicycles, which everyone wants to buy, but like their factory, there are only two tickets a month, so normally, ordinary people can't buy them at all, so I don't think about it.

But now that he can provide these products, which can be purchased without a ticket, they will definitely sell well.

Sure enough, today I saw that the response was not small. There were so many people queuing up to buy things early in the morning.

Zhang Xuemu waved his hand and said to the crowd, "Everyone be quiet."

"Don't worry, we will arrange according to everyone's length of service and queue. The sales department will also continue to supply. If you are not in the queue this month, you can come next month. You can always be in the queue. Now the stock Before we arrive, everyone should go back first, we will be going to work in a while!"

As he spoke, he was about to walk through the crowd to the office building.

Zhang Xuemu was walking, only to find that the crowd surrounded him again.

A young worker directly took out a wad of money: "Director Zhang, I'm new to the factory, can I pay and make an appointment if I'm young?"

Seeing that someone came out with money, other people also paid out money and surrounded them.

Zhang Xuemu stopped, pushed away a lot of hands, and said slowly: "Don't surround me anymore, don't follow me, hinder me from doing things, and in the end the products won't reach the factory, so don't buy any of you! "

Hearing Zhang Xuemu's words, the crowd calmed down.

The little worker put away the money and moved it aside, when he suddenly saw his uncle Director Qian coming in at the gate of the factory, he turned around and left immediately.

The others also started to disperse, Zhang Xuemu sighed and shook his head and walked towards the office building behind.

He entered the room, took out a cup of black tea from the space, took a sip of the tea, lay down on the sofa, and sorted out some of the materials in the space, preparing them for replenishment in the sales department today.

At this moment, hurried footsteps came from outside the door.

"Xiao Zhang?" Director Qian pushed the door open and came in, looking at Zhang Xuemu with a look of seeking, "Hurry up and think of a way!"

"The canteen is full of people. Several of them have come to me. They want to buy something early. Why don't we open the door in the morning and sell something?"

"No!" Zhang Xuemu said decisively: "The factory will start work soon. Besides, there are only so many things in the sales department. You have to come according to the prescribed time and open at noon."

"Sell it as you want at that time, and there will be records here, so there will be no chaos."

After Zhang Xuemu finished speaking, he saw that Director Qian had a sad face and refused to leave.

He knew right away that someone must have given him a favor and wanted to buy something earlier.

Zhang Xuemu rolled his eyes and said: "Director Qian, in fact, we can also open some extra hours in the morning, but"

Director Qian's eyes lit up immediately: "But what? Tell me, I'll find a way to solve it together!"

Zhang Xuemu said lightly: "You know, the opening hours of the sales department are short, isn't it because our store is small, and the things are sold out in a while."

"If our sales department can be bigger and have more people, we can open it several times a day, or even the whole day. Anyway, I can get more goods, and I can put them down!"

Zhang Xuemu has always wanted to make the sales department bigger, so that he doesn't have to send people to buy goods frequently, otherwise someone outside will look curious, and if he really checks, he will have to spend unjust points to buy various identities to solve the problem.

And after the sales department is bigger, his things can be sold faster.

Director Qian shouted happily: "Oh, Xiao Zhang is still capable. It would be great if he could get some more things!"

Seeing Zhang Xuemu nodding, he said excitedly: "It's easy! That's easy. I'll give you a decision on the expansion, and I'll go up and apply to the factory manager in a while!"

"By the way, I will apply to install a phone for you, and I will leave it at your home! It will be convenient for you to contact and purchase goods!"

Zhang Xuemu was taken aback when he heard this.

Telephone?at home?
This era is not like the future. When Zhang Xuemu was young, he had seen landlines, but those things had long since been eliminated by mobile phones.

But in this day and age, it is not a small matter for anyone to be able to install a telephone.

After all, in this large factory with nearly [-] employees, only Director Yang and Deputy Director Li had telephones in their homes, and Director Qian's home was also equipped with telephones with the assistance of Director Yang.

Director Qian suddenly mentioned this matter, probably he had discussed it with Director Yang long ago, and actually wanted to install a telephone in his home.

Zhang Xuemu said with a smile: "Then be brave, let's get a phone!"

Zhang Xuemu thought about the alley where he lived, and thousands of households shared the same phone, so the phone is definitely a rarity.

Zhang Xuemu watched Director Qian go out excitedly, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

If he really had a phone, it would be even more face-saving for him, and it would be convenient for him to contact.

It will be more convenient to arrange things for tool people or other people, or to contact others.

This afternoon, a group of people came to the compound with various tools.

They either dug the ground or pulled wires on the eaves to install the shelves.

"What are you doing here?" As soon as the second uncle entered the yard, he looked up and saw someone erecting a long line on the roof of his house.

The third master said: "You don't know it? This is a telephone line!"

The second uncle clicked his lips and gave the third uncle a sideways look: "How can I not know this? It looks like a telephone line, but who made it for? Or is there a second telephone in our alley?"

"My family!" Zhang Xuemu walked into the compound with a smile.

Hearing this sound, everyone looked over.

The second uncle and the third uncle looked at Zhang Xuemu beside them, their eyes were dumbfounded.

"Your?" The third master said in disbelief, "Zhang Xuemu, what are you doing?"

"Excuse me, excuse me!" A leader of the installation team ran over and looked at the third master with disdain: "He is a cadre, why do you say so?"

"Hi, Director Zhang, I'm the person in charge of the installation." The visitor looked at Zhang Xuemu with surprise on his face.

He didn't expect Director Zhang mentioned above to be so young.

He thought to himself that this person might not be simple, and he would have to be promoted to a higher official in the future. Thinking of this, he respectfully said: "Why don't you go up to the front and give instructions, how to install the thread for you?"

Zhang Xuemu smiled and nodded before striding towards the middle courtyard.

The second uncle looked at Zhang Xuemu's handsome back, and his eyes turned red.

He blurted out: "Damn it, you said you can't manage Lao Tzu's promotion. Now that he has a phone, the next step is not to be the deputy factory director?"

"Oh, I'll go, he was playing with me before." The second uncle suddenly felt angry and almost fainted again.

The third master listened, his eyes lit up.

I thought to myself: "Xiao Zhang is so capable? Will he become the deputy director of the factory?"