The Pentium Era - South to North

Zhang Chen opened the boxes one by one, and when he opened the tenth box, he found a box of normal pants. A glimmer of hope ignited in his heart, but then something was not normal again, and he could only sigh secretly.

He even opened a box of trousers. When he picked them up, he found that the trousers were all torn. They were not ripped in the same way as ripped jeans, but had several big square holes cut with scissors. Two of them were simply cut off. He wore a pair of trousers with stickers on them, or wrote a lot of foreign words directly on the trousers with a pen, and also drew arrows one by one. Zhang Chen couldn't understand what was written.

When A Yong arrived with his friends, he saw that all the cartons from Zhang Chen's stall had been moved out and piled on the main aisle. They were piled into two piles, one large and one small. Xiao Zhao was sitting on a recliner. , and Zhang Chen was shirtless and simply sat on the ground, both of them looking ugly.

Seeing A Yong and his friends coming over, Zhang Chen stood up. He pointed to the pile of small cardboard boxes and said to them, I have checked them all. Only here, about 300 boxes can be sold, and the others are These pieces of shit.

A Yong’s friend’s name was Asan. Asan walked up to the pile of small cardboard boxes, opened the lid of one of the cardboard boxes with his fingers, looked at it, and said to them: “This is a daily order, going to Japan, there must be no problem with these. "

Then he walked to the pile of big cardboard boxes, took out a pair of pants, looked at them, sighed, and said to them: "These are European size pants, and they are from Northern Europe. Northern Europeans are taller. If you go to southern Europe, like Greece and Italy, In these countries, we can still wear small sizes, but in Northern Europe, we can only wear their children’s clothing.”

"And this box, it's all broken."

Zhang Chen kicked the box of torn trousers with his feet. Ah San walked over and picked up a pair to look at. He said to them: "These are sample trousers sent by foreigners. The torn places were cut by the factory and sent to the textile factory." Use it as sample cloth, or take it to the sand washing factory."

"Go and have a look at my place." A Yong said.

Ah San shook his head. He said there was no need to read, they must be the same. Why did you buy all these? Haven't you chosen them?

A Yong and Zhang Chen looked at each other and said to Ah San, Section Chief Wang told us that if it was all inclusive, the price would be cheaper. We looked at the sample clothes and pants and there were no problems, so we all included them. Damn it, Section Chief Wang lied to us.

Ah San shook his head: "I can't say that he lied to you. When you go to the foreign trade factory to get the goods, you have to pick them out box by box. It's not their stuff. It's easy for you to sell. Their products are sold all over the world. , there is nothing in it, what’s the point of being cheap, these are just for you, do you use them?”

When A Yong heard this, he became anxious and shouted, "What should we do? Ah San, you have a good relationship with them, please help us and see if we can return these goods, and we will pay for the travel expenses."

"That's right, even if we lose a little, it's okay. Otherwise, we will lose money to death." Zhang Chen also said.

Ah San looked confused and hesitated.

He said it was a bit difficult. According to the rules of our industry, some people go to other factories to contract warehouses. They open their warehouses there. You can check it out for yourself. After that, you can negotiate a price. Everything in it is yours. Do you make a profit? Compensation is all your own business. It doesn't say that you can return it after you take it away. To put it bluntly, people don't know whether the items you return have been swapped.

"This is all stuff from their own factory. If the package was switched, how could they not know about it?" A Yong said.

"How is it possible to know? They produce so many things in a year. As long as the order is completed, who cares about the remaining goods? They just count them and put them in cartons and throw them away in the warehouse.

"Not to mention some orders. For one order, salesmen like us are afraid of rushing out the goods, so they are assigned to several factories to produce at the same time. Who knows whose goods are whose goods? Besides, the factory does not make money from this. , they handle it as a burden. If you return it, they will send people to check you one by one. Where did they get so many manpower?"

"Does that mean we just fucking admit the loss?" A Yong said anxiously, "Ah San, you can't just die without saving me!"

Ah San waved his hand and said, "Okay, I'll give it a try. All I can say is give it a try. Don't get your hopes up."

Ah San looked at his watch and saw that it was already past ten o'clock, but it was summer now, and it was not too late after ten o'clock. He walked to Zhang Chen's stall and first called a colleague's home phone number. This colleague was Orders often came to Section Chief Wang and his factory. He told his colleagues about the matter and asked if he could help talk to Section Chief Wang and return the goods.

"Ah San, you don't have a fever, do you? I can talk about this kind of thing? If he helps me with this, next time there is something wrong with the big goods, can I still ask them to rework or refuse to accept it? Do I still have to mess around?" When my colleagues heard this, they cursed on the phone.

"Fuck you, Luo Li, give me Lao Wang's home phone number, and I'll talk to him myself." Ah San scolded back.

A colleague gave Section Chief Wang’s home phone number to Ah San. Asan dialed the number and told Section Chief Wang about the matter on the phone. Section Chief Wang refused on the spot when he heard it. He said:

"When they came, I asked them to think clearly whether to wrap or pick. They wanted to wrap. When they came this morning, I asked them to count. At that time, they didn't want it. Everyone looked a little ugly, but there was still room. , anyway, they didn’t pay, so they can just go with it. Now, the goods have been pulled out, and the money has gone to the finance department. If I want to return it, do you want me to be a human being in the factory? "

"But Section Chief Wang, my friends don't have any experience."

"I'm not a chef. I go to the market to buy vegetables, and I still know whether the vegetables are old or tender. How can I say that after buying vegetables, I return them because I think the vegetables are old? They sell clothes, and they don't know which clothes are easy to sell. What? Not easy to sell? Ah San, it’s not your first day in a foreign trade company, nor is it your first day dealing with one of our factories. Do you still need me to teach you the rules of this factory?”

Ah San's face turned red at Section Chief Wang's comment. He saw the box of sample trousers outside and said bravely: "Section Chief Wang, there are still sample trousers inside..."

"Okay, I understand what you mean. There is a lot of confusion in the warehouse. They are all piled up. So, you can calculate how many kinds of pants there are. You can tell me tomorrow. I won't embarrass myself and ask the finance department for the money. I will always Wang paid for it out of his own pocket, can he give this money to you?"

After Section Chief Wang finished speaking, he hung up the phone.

Ah San always pressed the speaker phone when calling his colleagues or Section Chief Wang. Zhang Chen and A Yong heard all the contents of the call clearly. The more they listened, the more they felt chilled. Knowing this There is no room for recovery.

Section Chief Wang is right. He can only blame himself. He did not inspect the goods carefully at the factory. When he arrived this morning, if he had not been lazy and went to the warehouse to count the goods, he would have discovered this problem. At that time, the money It's still in his pocket. Even if he says he doesn't want it and leaves, it's impossible for others to say he won't let them go.

Ah San looked at them and smiled bitterly: "You also heard the phone call. It's not that I don't want to help, but this..."

Zhang Chen took the cigarette and handed it to Ah San, who took it. Zhang Chen handed it to A Yong, but A Yong didn't take it. He squatted down, patted his head with both hands, and shouted: "Blame me, blame me, blame me, Why the hell did I have to be lazy like that!"

Zhang Chen smiled miserably: "It's my fault too. I still have time and leisure to go to other people's workshops, but I don't even know how to go to the warehouse."

Ah San shook his head. He looked at Ah Yong. He originally wanted to say, when you came back the fucking day before yesterday, you didn’t know how to call me and tell me about your past. If you tell me, I might still come back. Remember to remind you, I didn’t expect you to move so damn fast. You went to bring all the goods here today, alas!

Ah San finally didn't say anything. He thought that this guy definitely couldn't go back, and it would be meaningless to say this now.

He looked at Zhang Chen, then at A Yong, and said to A Yong, "A Yong, then I'm leaving, will you leave?"

Ayong shook his head.

Ah San pointed to the box of samples and said to Zhang Chen, you can either make statistics on this and tell me.

Zhang Chen smiled bitterly and shook his head. He said forget it, what's the point of worrying about this? The bulk of it is already gone, so why don't you take a trip.

"Yes, then I'll go first?" Ah San said.

Zhang Chen said yes, thank you.

Xiao Zhao looked at the three men without saying a word. Her heart had long been completely cold. It could be said that before Ah San arrived, she already knew that this matter could not be undone and sold these things. The factory must have breathed a sigh of relief. There was no way it would be possible to take it back. What the man surnamed Wang said on the phone was right. It’s up to you to see the things yourself. There’s no way you’d regret it after paying.

It seems that the loss is terrible this time. It is not enough to lose all the money that I worked hard to earn throughout the summer, but what can I do?

Xiao Zhao stood up, walked over and said to A Yong: "A Yong, let's go and pick out the goods in your stall to see how many can be sold. As of now, there is no other way but to sell them. Select the ones that can be sold and sell them to recover some losses."

Zhang Chen also said: "Yes, Ayong, Xiao Zhao is right, let's go to work."

A Yong stood up and walked towards his stall. Xiao Zhao also followed the two of them. Zhang Chen quickly said to Xiao Zhao, A Yong and I are enough. You should sit down and be careful.

"I'll buy you something to eat. You haven't had dinner yet," Xiao Zhao said.

Zhang Chen said yes.

Zhang Chen and A Yong took the cartons out of the stall one by one and opened and inspected them one by one. A Yong and Zhang Chen said, damn, it would be great if we were so diligent in the morning.

Zhang Chen smiled bitterly and shook his head, thinking, what's the use of being an afterthought now.

After opening the boxes and checking them, the result was that Ayong was even worse. They could be sold in normal sizes, which is what Asan said for daily orders. Most of them were denim vests and jackets, and a dozen denim shirts. Everything. In total, there are less than two hundred pieces.

After counting everything, the two of them felt tired and hungry. They picked up the fried noodles Xiao Zhao bought and sat on the ground to eat. It was already past twelve o'clock, and the noodles in their hands were It's already cold.

What's colder than the fried noodles is their hearts. Looking at the piles of cardboard boxes in the aisle, what makes them even more troubled now is, what to do with those European-sized items?

They definitely wouldn't be able to sell them, and I couldn't bear to throw them away. There was no way I could rent another place to stack them. After much deliberation, I could only continue to pile them back into the stall, so that the entire stall would be occupied by them. .

So what can be done?

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