Chapter 1119 The City's Largest Clothing Company

"Kyoto University of Finance and Economics? Haha, it's just a second-rate university in China. After coming back from such a university, you still act like you just came back from studying abroad. Haha, the students taught by domestic universities are really dull and rigid, without enthusiasm, creativity, or ideas."

Zhu Fuxiang straightened his chest and continued speaking along with his son's words.

"I was worried that Jieren would not be able to run our Fuxiang Garment Company after graduation because of the education he received in China, so I sent him to study in Great Britain. The child is also very hardworking and was admitted to Jianqiao University, majoring in international business."

Zhu Fuxiang said this, looking at his son lovingly.

Zhu Jieren straightened his body as he listened to his father showing off his resume.

But he didn't last long as a voice bent his back twice.

"A small workshop company, is it necessary to be so pretentious..."

As soon as Qin Chuan said this, Yang Shuda's face turned pale.

Zhu's father and son blushed instantly, and the executives of Fuxiang Garment Company who followed behind them were all dumbfounded.

Yang Shuda felt so regretful.

He knew Qin Chuan's temper.

If the other party doesn't give him face, his mouth can kill the other party.

"Xiaochuan, your father is waiting for you in the office, please report to him as soon as possible."

Qin Chuan nodded. He didn’t want to argue with these people.

So I walked directly towards the office building.

The Zhu family father and son realized it later and said angrily.

"Deputy Director Yang, is this the true situation of your Meite Garment Factory? I am now very worried about the quality of your factory workers and whether they can match our work!"

"Dad, I think we should go to other garment factories. From my perspective as a top student majoring in international business at Jianqiao University, I can tell that this factory has many management problems. They lack corporate culture and have absolutely no management. Such companies would have been eliminated in a dozen years abroad and have no room to survive!"

The Zhu father and son started blaming and complaining to Yang Shuda.

Yang Shuda didn't dare to refute a word of what was said.

He could only passively accept their anger.

Qin Chuan walked quickly and ignored the noise from the two people behind him.

Soon, he arrived at the office building.

At that time, foreign trade business was booming.

The Meite Garment Factory made a ton of money in the two years since its establishment.

So in 98, construction began on this three-story office building.

At that time, the office building of Meite Garment Factory adopted the most fashionable design elements.

Its facade is made of white rectangular tiles, and each window uses the most popular dark blue glass at the time.

But under the erosion of time, the white tiles began to turn yellow, black, and grow moss.

The blue glass, which was the most fashionable at that time, has become a symbol of an era, looking dull and fading.

Qin Chuan once proposed that he would invest money to have Brother Dazhu come over to build a new office building.

But Qin Guoming refused.

Qin Chuan walked into the office building, and the slightly musty smell of old wooden doors and chairs hit his nose.

This smell is definitely not a good one.

But it is Qin Chuan’s childhood memory.

When I was a child, my father did not hold a high position and did not work in an office building.

Although he lived in the factory, he rarely had the opportunity to visit the building.

But today is different.

My father became the director of this garment factory.

The garment factory also officially became the Qin family's industry.

Everything here belongs to your home.

Qin Chuan seemed to be inspecting the building, observing every detail after entering.

After he took two steps closer, he saw the service desk on the first floor.

There is a receptionist sitting at the service desk.

The other person was in his early twenties, with a pretty face.

She was typing on the keyboard, apparently recording something.

The receptionist saw Qin Chuan out of the corner of her eye and she looked up at him.

Then, her brows couldn't help but frown.

Then he stood up, bowed to Qin Chuan, and said, "Qin...Manager Qin."

Qin Chuan was stunned and looked around, but there was no one around him.

Then he pointed at himself and asked confusedly, "Are you talking to me?"

The girl at the front desk nodded repeatedly and said, "Yes, Manager Qin."

Qin Chuan walked forward and looked at the work badge of the receptionist girl in front of him.

"Peng Jialin?"

"Yes manager."

"Why do you call me Manager Qin? Do you know me?"

"The HR department saw your photo during the onboarding meeting..."

When Peng Jialin said this, her ears turned red.

The Human Resources Department was holding a meeting at that time, and the Human Resources manager only gave a brief introduction to Qin Chuan.

The picture used is a photo of Qin Chuan when he was in high school.

The HR manager did not give Qin Chuan an in-depth explanation, but only briefly described his position and his relationship with the factory director.

But Qin Chuan's handsome appearance was remembered by many little girls.

Many people regard this handsome second-generation factory worker as their target for spouse.

Qin Chuan was confused as to why he suddenly became a manager.

He knew about this, but it was no use asking the girl at the front desk, so he could only ask his father.

So he pressed his hand, signaling Peng Jialin to continue working.

He walked upstairs carrying his backpack.

The factory director's office is located on the third floor of the office building.

Since there was a house number hanging on the door, Qin Chuan quickly saw the location of the factory director's office.

Qin Chuan walked towards the office, passing by the offices of the Human Resources Department, the Finance Department, etc.

But in these offices, only department members are busy working.

The department bosses were nowhere to be seen.

When Qin Chuan arrived at the door of the factory director's office.

A fierce quarrel came from inside the house.

"Director, please agree to the cooperation proposal from Fuxiang Garment Company. They are very sincere in discussing cooperation."

"Yes, Director, I know you have a problem with the 60%-40% profit split. But they are the largest clothing company in Jiangning City. As long as we cooperate with them, our orders will double in the future! Don't worry about the 10% profit. We are a factory, and we follow the path of small profits but quick turnover."

"Director, there isn't much money left in the factory account... Last year, due to changes in the factory, many people didn't get their year-end bonuses, and they've already complained. The factory is operating normally this year, and if there's still no sign of support... maybe people are getting uneasy."

Qin Chuan saw what was happening in the factory director's office through the old-fashioned glass window.

I saw several factory leaders surrounding my father and trying to persuade him.

Qin Guoming, the factory director, was wearing a factory uniform and sitting on a chair, with one hand on his forehead, looking embarrassed.

He hesitated for a long time before speaking, "How much money do we have left in our account? If we squeeze it together, we should be able to give out some year-end bonuses, right?"

Meite Garment Factory Finance, Song Chunxue sighed and shook her head...