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Taking a break from her busy schedule, after sending her daughter to kindergarten in the morning, Li Manjun returned home and dry-cleaned parts of her daughter's dress, folded it and put it in a box, then drove alone to Shirley Zhong's studio to return the dress.

By the way, I told Shirley Zhong that Luo Fang wanted to make an appointment in advance.

While holding the sketch, Zhong Shirley turned back and rolled her eyes at Li Manjun. Because she was so familiar with him, there was nothing to hide her emotions.

If someone she doesn't know well comes over and asks her to work overtime, she may politely refuse, or agree without saying a word.

But if this person turns into Li Manjun, he will be met with two glares and three complaints.

Li Manjun stared and said helplessly: "I'm just asking. If you're not free, forget it. I can just refuse it myself. I'm not forcing you."

Shirley Zhong added: "Just use your privileges, I won't give you the clothes for this spring."

Li Manjun was mentally prepared to be rejected. Unexpectedly, Shirley Zhong agreed again. She nodded and smiled, "It's up to you. I haven't even worn last year's clothes yet. I just want to take out last year's clothes and wear them."

As he said that, he remembered that the remaining storage space in the closet was seriously insufficient. Before leaving, he seriously told Shirley Zhong, "Don't give me any clothes this year. It's more practical to pay more dividends than anything else."

Shirley Zhong sneered: "Vulgar!"

Li Manjun thought to himself, I am just vulgar, waved his hand, and left with a smile.

Instead of going home, I drove directly to the construction site to check on the demolition progress.

As previously agreed, all ground buildings must be demolished before the Lunar New Year.

There is still more than a month left before the deadline. Logically speaking, the construction accuracy bar should be halfway through.

Even if half of it is not gone, a small half should be there.

But it’s really hard to say about the project.

Workers accidentally dug up cables during construction, which affected nearby residents from watching TV and making phone calls. Another dispute occurred here, delaying the construction period for one day.

On New Year's Day, a water pipe was burst by an excavator. Only then did Long Hao and others discover that one of the sluice gates had been forgotten to close, and the entire Jinshan Mountain was filled with water. When the water was drained out, the construction schedule was delayed for another two days.

One day here and two days there, the progress slowed down.

When Li Manjun arrived at the construction site, Mr. Mo happened to be there. Li Manjun put on protective gear and came to him, frowning and asking:

"Mr. Mo, with the current progress, can you complete the ground demolition before the Chinese New Year?"

The first person that Mr. Mo is most afraid of meeting now is his own son Mo Yang. Every time they meet, he chases him to ask about the progress. If he asks, he will make a fuss.

The second one is Li Manjun. If you meet the real owner, you can't get rid of him with just a few words.

Mr. Mo scratched his head and found that he couldn't scratch it while wearing a safety helmet, so he scratched his neck instead, and said to Li Manjun with a grimace: I asked the workers to work overtime and continue working at night. If they can catch up, Mr. Li, don't worry. "

rest assured?

Li Manjun thought to himself, until I saw this land become flat a few years ago, I would not be able to rest assured.

All the way to this point, we have finally mobilized the original residents and completed the relocation work. Now we can finally do what we want to do on this land, but we must not have any accidents.

Although according to the current situation, there should be nothing that can stop them from continuing to work.

But if we are not afraid of ten thousand, we are afraid of the eventuality. If we can do it quickly, we will never be slow. If the policy changes, we will be in trouble.

"That's all thanks to everyone."

Li Manjun couldn't do anything to urge him, and urging couldn't make the workers become supermen. He nodded to Mr. Mo and followed Long Hao to check the situation everywhere. When he saw that nothing happened to him, he told Long Hao and Mo Yang to watch carefully and replied. The company goes.

As soon as he walked to the door of the office, he was blocked by Wang Dasheng, who looked like he had something urgent to say.

Li Manjun opened the door and motioned for him to come in to talk, and turned on the air conditioner to keep warm.

"Sit down and talk." Li Manjun picked up the thermos kettle at his feet and poured a cup of hot water for each of them.

Wang Dasheng didn't drink water. He was in a hurry. Joseph and Jack had just sent a cross-border fax, which was an order form.

The delivery of fifty tons of used clothes last time was not enough, so this time an order for two hundred tons was placed in one go.

"Two hundred tons?" Li Manjun's body, which had just softened and relaxed a little, straightened up again in an instant.

"What happened? Fifty tons were sold out so quickly?"

Wang Dasheng didn't know either. He had just learned English and his English was poor. Fortunately, the order form just now was in bilingual version, otherwise he would have to wait for Li Manjun to come back to know the contents.

Li Manjun took the faxed order and read it carefully. Joseph and the two hurriedly placed the order. This was just a notification letter stating the order quantity and delivery date they needed.

Two million tons of used clothes will be delivered in two months at the latest.

If it is a normal node, it is not impossible to rush, but during the Spring Festival, don't think about it.

The migrant workers who migrate to the city will not return to work in large numbers until after the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, and there will not be enough manpower.

This is nothing, the worst thing is to find more people, the labor cost is the lowest part.

The terrible thing is the heavy traffic. After the first two rounds of recycling of the old clothes in Rongcheng, there is not much left.

Such a large volume of goods must go to other big cities, such as the nearby Dongshi and Nan Province, or the large inland provinces of Sichuan and Lake, as well as several developed provinces and cities along the coast.

Needless to say, Li Manjun knows how hard it is to get train tickets for Spring Festival travel. Wang Dasheng, who grabs tickets to go back to his hometown every year, knows this all too well.

February is coming soon, and by the end of January, scalpers will start selling tickets, because factories usually start their holidays in the first half of the month, making it easier for workers to catch their cars home.

From the 10th day of the twelfth lunar month to the 15th day of January of the following year, the transportation capacity of trains, passenger transport, and private private cars is tight. It is no exaggeration to say that the traffic jams on the national highways can last for two or three days every year.

Two months minus one month during the New Year when almost nothing can be done, there is only one effective month left. It is impossible to receive two million tons of low-priced used clothes and transport them to customs.

Wang Dasheng's head was spinning with confusion before he came up with a possible figure, "I can only guarantee 500,000 tons in these two months, and it must be completed before the Chinese New Year."

In China, anything goes wrong when it comes to the Spring Festival travel rush.

Li Manjun asked tentatively: "How about adding more manpower?" It happened that college students were going on winter vacation.

"We haven't had any contact with college students from other places. But in Rongcheng, there are no use having too many people. There aren't that many used clothes."

At this time, everyone is saving, and as long as they can still wear it, they should keep it.

Only those with affluent conditions in the city can produce a lot of high-quality used clothes.

"Don't forget, there is still a 60% high quality standard." Wang Dasheng reminded.

Li Manjun picked up the water cup and took a sip of hot water, calculating the profit of two million tons of used clothes in his mind.

The exchange rate is now floating around 8.2. Based on the original price, this is a large order of 1.64 million.

Calculating based on the previous net income, if she completes this order, she will earn at least a hundred Dabuli.