Siheyuan: Since 51

Three hours later.

Lin Zhiyuan sat in the office, rubbing his forehead and asked casually.

"Xiao Pan, have you arranged it?"

Pan Fei brought a cup of tea and placed it on the desk.

"Director Lin, the east and west wings in the front yard have been vacated, and only one person from each department will be left as a representative."

After saying this, he seemed a little excited.

"Why are you worried? The Ministry of Coal got five sets of fully-mechanized mining equipment for free, and the fertilizer plant promoted agricultural development. It would be strange if other departments did not take action. Moreover, wouldn't their actions greatly facilitate our work?"

Lin Zhiyuan lit a cigarette and shook his head, "Of course I understand all this, but it's also very stressful!"

Pan Fei was stunned for a moment, and scenes emerged in his mind.

Lin Zhiyuan smoked and thought for several hours.

Lin Zhiyuan arranges the work in an orderly manner without any hesitation, and it is messy but not chaotic.

Maybe you don’t understand it at first, but after a while, you will realize that everything is in advance.

……

The pressure seems to be always there.

Thinking of this, I smiled with relief.

"Director Lin, look at what you said. Didn't you feel any pressure before?"

Lin Zhiyuan couldn't help but laugh and waved his hand.

"You are good at comforting people, go get busy and push forward the down jacket factory."

"okay."

In the next few days, Lin Zhiyuan drank tea, read newspapers, and dealt with people from other departments.

at the same time.

Cashmere factories were being built along the grassland. The number was not thirty as Lin Zhiyuan had said, but sixty, which was double the number.

Raising ducks and geese has become a task for all communes, and as for the young ones, they are being imported in large quantities.

What's more, Lin Zhiyuan's down jacket factory has not yet been established, but the central and eastern provinces have received orders to prepare two large factories each.

I don’t know what factory it is. The higher-ups didn’t tell me and I don’t dare ask.

The noise was too loud and difficult to spread, so Lin Zhiyuan didn't understand.

At this time, he was sitting in the office, receiving Lucian.

"Mr. Lin, I got the news that you and Mao Xiong also signed a 200 million order, and it will be delivered before winter next year?"

Lin Zhiyuan smiled and pretended to be confused.

"Yeah, what's the problem?"

Lucian frowned and asked again.

"Mr. Lin, I have to remind you that our contract clearly states that our orders are given priority. Are you sure the production volume is sufficient?"

Lin Zhiyuan sighed deeply, looking helpless.

"I can't help it. Mao Xiong is the big brother. I really can't refuse him."

He said, trying his best to assure.

"Even so, you can rest assured. Even if we have to sell everything we have, stop heavy industrial projects, and expand cashmere factories indefinitely, we will first satisfy the Gallic chickens and then supply the wool bears."

Hearing this, Lucian was stunned.

What is this operation?

If you want money over life, won’t the whole situation be in chaos?

Heavy industry is the foundation of the country, and you just ignore it?

Forget it, why think so much, as long as it doesn’t affect your plan to make money.

Thinking of this, just as he was about to speak, an idea came to him.

It seems that guiding the rabbits to develop light industry and ignore heavy industry can help...

After a full five minutes, Lucian finally came back to his senses, his lips slightly raised, and he smiled heartily.

"The integrity of Rabbit is obvious to the whole village. Mr. Lin keeps his word, and I admire him very much."

After saying that, he stood up and said, "I'm leaving first. I won't disturb you from working."

After seeing off Lucian and his group, Lin Zhiyuan returned to the office.

Sitting on the sofa, thinking for a moment, he couldn't help but pout and mutter.

What's wrong?

He came over to say a few words and left in a hurry.

I thought something strange was going to happen.

As the temperature gradually gets colder, the Red Star Down Jacket Factory located in Tianjin finally started production before New Year's Day.

Due to the limitation of raw materials, the output is not high, and the operation is basically half-operation and half-rest.

On January 1th, November 4th, the temperature had dropped below zero.

The sample of the down jacket that Lin Zhiyuan had been longing for finally arrived.

The style is simple and elegant, and the colors are only black, blue, gray and white.

I put it on directly and felt it personally. It was not as good as in the previous life, but it was also extremely comfortable.

Pan Fei became more and more proactive in doing things and handed over the documents.

"Director Lin, these documents are the cost accounting of the Red Star Factory, as well as the selling prices, wholesale prices, and cost estimates of Da Piaoliang, Foot Basin Chicken, and even John Bull."

Lin Zhiyuan was very satisfied. He returned to his desk, sat down, picked up the document and read it carefully.

Since the fabric is made of polyester and the industrial capacity at home is limited, the cost is very high.

A knee-length coat costs about thirty yuan.

An ordinary person may not be able to afford it with a month's salary.

As for the other brands, Da Piaoliang has the lowest cost, at over eighty US dollars, which is definitely a luxury product.

If we want to promote it vigorously, the price of polyester must be lowered.

Otherwise, even if there is enough down, it will be difficult.

As for using pure cotton, it's also quite difficult.

There is not much cotton at home, and pure cotton is not only easy to deform, but also has poor warmth retention.

The core is still polyester!

Lin Zhiyuan tapped the table with his fingertips, pondered for a moment, and then gave instructions.

"Xiao Pan, inform the factory to prepare 2,000 pieces of each of four styles and six sizes and send them to the east. The leaders, including their families, will each receive four pieces, one piece per color."

Pan Fei pursed his lips and reminded quickly.

"Director Lin, I dare not. The old boss and his men are used to being frugal. If you send it to them, you will easily be scolded."

Lin Zhiyuan raised the corners of his mouth slightly, chuckled, leaned forward and waved.

"Come, come, let me teach you. Be more serious and tell them that this is a mission from the Special Economics Bureau. I hope they will cooperate. This involves countless small amounts of money."

After saying this, he ignored Pan Fei's stunned expression and couldn't help but mutter.

"There are 2,500 tons of gold in front of you, and countless small coins. My beloved bosses, will you refuse?"

Pan Fei also heard the last sentence and was even more shocked. Director Lin is definitely not an ordinary person!

He raised his head, glanced sideways, and glanced at the wall. The old boss specially sent a calligraphy and nodded immediately.

"Okay, Director Lin, one week at most."

January 1th marks the beginning of the twelfth lunar month.

Inside the old man’s house.

Three big guys, wearing brand new down coats, are having a discussion.

The old boss took a puff of his cigarette, raised his arm, and flicked the ash in time.

"It's a nice dress, but it's a little restrictive after I put it on. What if a cigarette ash falls on it and burns a hole?"

As he spoke, he raised his eyebrows slightly and said with a smile: "Zhiyuan is getting bolder and bolder. All the tasks are assigned to me."

The gentleman raised his eyebrows and chuckled, jokingly saying, "You don't have to answer it. Xiao Pan has made it clear that if we don't answer it, the Special Economics Bureau will think about it and see if there is any other way."

As soon as he finished speaking, the God of Wealth waved his hands.

"I dare not. Didn't you hear what Xiao Pan said? This is about small amounts of money. Countless small amounts of money."

"Hahaha!"

The old man laughed loudly and pointed, "You are really a money-grubber."

After saying that, he smacked his lips and said, "Tell me, is this guy taking this opportunity to please us, or does he really have some plan?"

The gentleman took a sip of tea and shook his head.

"I'm afraid it's a bit of both. Zhiyuan is very smart and creative. He does things in a very creative way and takes everything into consideration. He will definitely not leave any room for criticism."

The God of Wealth nodded thoughtfully.

"That's right. It's a rare occasion that someone gives us new clothes, so let's wear them. We'll look at the situation later. If he does not do well, we'll spank him. If he does well, we'll forgive him for flattering us."

"Hahaha!"