Wang Kun couldn't help but feel aggrieved. He had already reminded his employees to be more polite to the vendors, but he just refused to listen, which made him take the blame.

"Are you wronged?" Wu Daguang asked back, unable to hear the quality of this sentence.

Wang Kun didn't say anything, how could he not feel wronged? He obviously did nothing, was punished to carry a sack for an hour, and was scolded for being slapped.

"You are wronged, others are not wronged, and they are looked down upon when spending money. You are the deputy factory manager, and I don't expect you to start a business for me. Just manage this factory well. Do you know what the vendor told me about business? He said that if it weren't for the good clothes, he wouldn't come to serve the goods. We don't have competitors yet. If one day the competitor appears, the quality is similar and our reputation is the worst. At that time, who will do business with you? Even if you kneel down and beg others, they won't pay attention to you." Wu Daguang became more and more angry. He was attracted by these vendors at the beginning, representing his people. His people were looked down upon casually. What prestige does he have in the factory? He was able to achieve enlightenment and he could still ascend to heaven.

"I'll investigate it tomorrow."

"We must investigate strictly. More than one person has done this. Today I was hit by me. I may not be hit by me for many times. This kind of atmosphere cannot be found in Chenguang Clothing Factory." Wu Daguang's tone calmed down.

"It must." Wang Kun said affirmatively.

"It's almost time to get a salary," Wu Daguang asked.

“Two days left.”

"Well, choose a few employees who perform well, and then choose a few vendors who need a lot of goods, and give them corresponding rewards." Wu Daguang ordered.

Wu Daguang felt that keeping such strict control can only make them honest on the surface, but they are still unwilling to accept it. If they want to suppress the root cause, they still need a strong medicine to make them never dare to show off in front of vendors again.

Wu Daguang didn't pursue the matter anymore. He should eat and sleep. Wang Kun kept it in mind. He was already thinking about how to find out the culprit who made him unlucky and must pay it back twice as much.

The clothing factory gradually adapted to the busyness, and Wang Kun formulated a working system, which changed from working during the day to working in two shifts to ensuring that the factory had people for 24 hours.

Wu Daguang finally got out and took a breath, and took the initiative to ask the employees to go home to curry favor with Xinghua. When he was at work in his previous life, he thought about having his own store and how long he wanted to sleep. The facts in this life proved that the more capable a person is, the shorter the sleep time. He only needs to work from 9 to 5, and he doesn't have to consider whether the company will go bankrupt and how to deal with his competitors. Wu Daguang couldn't help but envy himself in his previous life.

As for people, they always envy others. If they really let them exchange with the envious people, few people will be willing to let go.

Wang Kun is not as comfortable as Wu Daguang. Wu Daguang's words penetrated deeply into his heart. Wu Daguang promoted him from a small employee to a deputy factory director, and he must be worthy of the title of deputy factory director.

Early the morning of the second day, Wang Kun found the employee named Zhang Xiaobei based on the duty records. Next, according to the method Wu Daguang taught him, he doubled the compensation to the employee named Zhang Xiaobei.

Wang Kun deliberately checked the warehouse hygiene: "Who swept the floor? Will it sweep the floor? Have you never swept the floor at home?"

Zhang Xiaobei stood up timidly to admit it.

Wang Kun seemed generous: "It won't be okay, you can learn. I'll leave the ground in front of the factory to you. That's the storefront of our factory, so please clean it up."

That piece of land is the amount of five employees.

Wang Kun didn't know that the trouble Zhang Xiaobei had just begun.

At nine o'clock in the morning, another vendor came to pick up the goods in person. After registering in the factory director's office, the vendor walked to the warehouse with a sack.

"Fifty pieces of clothes have been registered." The vendor spoke very hard. He learned from other vendors that some people in the clothing factory looked down on the vendors. That trick was not good for him, and he was not afraid of things.

Zhang Xiaobei had just finished sweeping the courtyard and had not sat firmly in the warehouse, someone annoyed him. He sent him impatiently: "Buld goods are inside, you can pick them up by yourself."

The vendor walked into the warehouse and had more than a dozen boxes with their mouths open. He selected ten sets of clothes in the boxes. Finally, he found that one set was not enough to match the ten sets he wanted, and one was missing.

The vendor raised the one missing style and shouted to Zhang Xiaobei: "Hey, there is one missing style, please look for it for me."

"We are all there, look for it myself." Zhang Xiaobei sat at the door and rested, too lazy to move a walk.

The clothes box of that style is empty, where can I find it? The vendor was looking for it in the warehouse and saw a box like the code written on the empty box. He opened the box with intuition. The clothes inside were indeed the clothes he wanted. Without thinking, he took out one from it and put it in his own pile of clothes. He politely glued the box he had disassembled and tape it with tape. Because the second paste was pasted, the mouth of the box was slightly raised.

The goods were all needed, and the vendor carried them to Zhang Xiaobei sitting at the door: "Diandian, there are not many fifty items per piece."

Zhang Xiaobei simply counted it and waved his hand: "Let's go."

The vendor carried the sack and walked out. Before he could reach the door, he was caught by Wang Kun.

"It's so sensible." Wang Kun asked like a vendor.

"It's OK." The vendor replied.

Wang Kun pointed to Zhang Xiaobei who was standing in the warehouse: "He is a customer, what are you doing? Can't even take it if you don't see him? Take it to the designated position for someone to take it."

Zhang Xiaobei looked confused, and the vendor was also confused.

Seeing that Zhang Xiaobei did not move, Wang Kun urged: "Hurry up, he is a customer, can he let others carry it?"

Zhang Xiaobei moved reluctantly and walked to the vendor. The vendor put the sack on his shoulder on Zhang Xiaobei without hesitation.

"Brother, thank you, just send it to the bus station." The vendor said readily.

Zhang Xiaobei carried the sack and didn't say anything. He was thinking about where he offended Wang Kun. Today, Wang Kun was intending to target him.

Watching Zhang Xiaobei and the vendor leave, Wang Kun is in a good mood, and this is just the beginning.

In secretly, someone shouted: "The factory manager has some goods."

Wang Kun came back to his senses and replied: "Here you come."

The person who came to deliver the goods was a middleman in the next county town. He booked 5,000 sets of clothes one day in advance. Usually, there were booked orders. The factory would prepare the goods they wanted the day before and take them away when they arrived.

It is very common to pay and transport goods to load them.

In the busy life, my eyes moved to the goods carried by the workers. The pile of goods placed in advance seemed familiar, especially among the many sealed boxes, one of the boxes had a slightly raised mouth, as if it was sealed casually.

Isn’t that the goods that the vendor has opened? Is it also picked up one from it?
Chapter completed!