When clothing quality and appearance are similar, low price is always the most important competitive criterion and customer selection criterion for mid-to-low-end clothing.

For the same carbonated beverage, a three-yuan Coke blows away any other drink priced higher than that; that's the advantage of price.

Like Ye Fuhai, Lin Fan has also poured everything he has into setting up this factory. If the clothes he produces can't be sold, he will be completely ruined by the factory once they become unsellable. Even if his fur business continues, he can't afford to support such a large factory.

Unfortunately, Ye Fuhai was unaware that the goods Lin Fan bought were not only not expensive, but were actually 30-40% cheaper than the market price.

People are sometimes like this; they always think that things beyond their understanding cannot happen, but little do they know that the world is a very free world, and anything can happen.

What you think is absolutely impossible is simply because your imagination isn't rich enough.

……

Inside the factory, the loading and unloading of goods was in full swing.

With the help of more than a dozen villagers, the goods in the truck were quickly and safely piled up in the factory's warehouse.

"Fellow villagers, you've worked hard. Here's the agreed-upon payment: ten yuan for each of you for this trip."

After the last bit of goods were loaded and unloaded, a dozen or so villagers collapsed in the shade in a corner of the factory, exhausted.

Lin Fan, holding over a hundred yuan in his hand that he had prepared beforehand, walked up to them with a smile and gave each of them ten yuan.

The villagers' eyes lit up when they saw the wages. Lin Fan was as generous as ever, giving them ten yuan for just a few hours of carrying goods.

You should know that they are paid by the day for their manual labor outside, and they can't even earn ten yuan a day.

It's great to work for Lin Fan; he has never treated them unfairly!

"Hehehe, Mr. Lin, no, I should call you Factory Director Lin now."

"Our factory manager Lin is truly accomplished. He is indeed the pride of our Qingshui Village. I just don't know if your factory is short-staffed. If it is, I can come and help with any kind of work."

Old Wu, relying on his good relationship with Lin Fan's adoptive father, shamelessly stood up after receiving the money, approached Lin Fan with a simple smile, and asked him questions.

The other villagers nearby immediately realized what was happening and hurriedly gathered around, saying, "Yes, yes, Mr. Lin, do you need any more workers for your factory?"

“I can do any kind of work, whether it’s physical labor or delicate work. I don’t need much pay, just five yuan a day will do.”

"Yes, yes, your factory is so big, you must need someone to look after it, right? My son and I can come and help!"

The villagers were clearly terrified of poverty, and when they worked odd jobs outside, the contractors didn't treat them like human beings; they treated them like livestock.

Looking back on the time I spent working under Lin Fan, selling snails was incredibly easy, and later, when I helped Lin Fan repair his house, the wages and benefits were equally excellent.

Unfortunately, I couldn't do either of those jobs for long.

But things are different now. Lin Fan has started a factory, which will last for at least ten or eight years, so it's a secure job. The key thing is that Lin Fan is generous, and perhaps because they are all from the same village, he doesn't boss them around like those contractors do.

Just as Aunt Wang's son said, even if they were paid five yuan a day, they would still prefer to work for Lin Fan.

"Third brother, they are all your uncles, elder brothers, and younger brothers in the village. To be honest, it's not easy for them to make a living and earn money. See if there are any other things to do at this factory. If so, please make arrangements for them."

Lin Desheng, who had been sitting silently to the side, watched as the villagers who usually surrounded him gathered around his third son, craning their necks and looking on with deep longing in their eyes.

He couldn't help but ask Lin Fan in a low voice.

Since Lin Fan started doing business, Lin Desheng has rarely said such things. He has never said a word about any decision Lin Fan made or anything related to business.

However, this time he genuinely wanted to bring some benefits to the villagers.

They were living such a hard life. He had once been one of them, and he knew very well how important a well-paid and relatively easy job was to these villagers.

If his son has this ability and can really help the villagers in a village, then he, as a father, can be considered to have accumulated good deeds.

"Uncle Wu, Brother Wang, and all the other uncles, elders, and brothers, don't worry!"

How could Lin Fan not understand the urgent wishes of these villagers?

Don't forget the promise he made to the leaders: he would lead everyone in their village and the county to prosperity.

Therefore, Lin Fan certainly cannot forget the people in his village. However, the factory is too small at the moment, and there are not many places that need people, so he cannot recruit too many people from the village for the time being.

“I’ve seen this factory myself. It’s not very big, so we don’t need many people, but we can still squeeze out some positions.”

"The first thing is the security guards. We are a garment factory with a lot of flammable materials, so I have strict requirements for security guards. There must be two shifts, 24 hours a day, and someone must be on duty at night to prevent fire and theft."

"The factory isn't big, so six people are enough for now. Two people work in a group, rotating between day and night shifts. It's quite hard work, and we can't get regular rest. I'll pay you security guards twenty yuan a day."

"In addition, we need ten movers to do the heavy lifting in the factory, each paid 15 yuan a day."

"If you bring five more skilled cooks from the canteen, my factory will provide free meals for all the employees, including you. The cooks will each receive ten yuan a day."

Lin Fan had considered all of these things beforehand.

Although there were only twenty-one spots available, the villagers were all excited and eager to participate after hearing Lin Fan's words.

"Me, me, me, Mr. Lin, I'm applying for a security guard position. I'm not afraid of hard work, and I'll definitely take good care of your factory."

"My wife is a good cook and can also do physical labor. Mr. Lin, do you think it would be possible to have her cook here?"

“My son is strong and tall, he can definitely do heavy work. I’ll come with him, and we’ll do anything for fifteen yuan a day!”

"And I, and I..."

With more wolves than meat, the villagers immediately began a fierce scramble.

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