"Chen Ming! Chen Ming! Are you there?"

When Chen Ming went outside, he was surprised to see a group of people standing there, all of whom were principals from several nearby schools.

They were all frozen, their faces turning blue, rubbing their hands and stamping their feet.

"Chen Ming, you're a lifesaver! Our students are freezing, please supply us with supplies!" a principal said urgently.

“Yes, yes, parents of students at our school have all complained that the school’s heating measures are inadequate!” another principal chimed in.

Chen Ming looked at the group of principals and felt secretly pleased with himself.

He cleared his throat and said, "Fellow principals, I know you are all very anxious,"

He paused, glanced around at the anxious faces, and continued:

"But my production capacity is limited, and I really can't meet the needs of all the schools at once."

"What should we do, Chen Ming?" a principal asked anxiously, his voice trembling.

"You have to think of a solution! Our students are shivering from the cold, and parents are calling to complain every day. I can hardly continue being the principal!"

Chen Ming pretended to ponder for a moment, then said, "How about this, to be fair, I've decided to supply goods according to the order of the orders. Whoever places the order first will receive the goods first."

"This is the fairest and most impartial way, ensuring fairness to everyone, young and old, and preventing everyone from fighting over things and hurting each other's feelings."

As soon as Chen Ming finished speaking, the principals started shouting like ants in a pot that had been set on fire, and the scene immediately became chaotic.

"I was the first to call and reserve it yesterday! I remember it perfectly!"

A principal wearing gold-rimmed glasses blushed and shouted at the top of his lungs to prove that his words were beyond question.

"Nonsense! I was definitely earlier than you! I contacted Chen Ming the day before yesterday!"

Another short, stout principal retorted, unconvinced.

"Hey, hey, hey, stop arguing! I'll pay double! Chen Ming, as long as you give me priority in supplying goods, the price is negotiable!" A principal jumped up and down in a hurry, waving the check in his hand.

"I'll offer three times the amount!" Another principal joined the bidding, not to be outdone.

"I'll pay five times as much!"

......

Prices soared, and the principals argued heatedly, seemingly forgetting their own image and status.

"Quiet! Quiet!" Chen Ming had to raise his voice to interrupt the escalating price war.

"In my business, I believe in fairness and impartiality, and I will never change the order of supply because of price."

"I know everyone is anxious, but please trust me, I will arrange production as soon as possible to ensure that every school can receive electric blankets as soon as possible."

"Chen Ming, I understand your principles, but our students really can't wait any longer!" a principal pleaded.

He pulled a bulging red envelope from his pocket and secretly slipped it into Chen Ming's hand.

"It's just a small token of my appreciation. I hope you'll take good care of me, Chen Ming."

Chen Ming calmly pushed the red envelope back, and said firmly:

"Principals, please don't resort to these crooked and unethical methods!"

"In business, I value integrity. I will never accept any form of bribe, nor will I change the order of supply because of price."

He paused, looked around at everyone, and said solemnly, "I will arrange the shipment fairly and impartially according to the order of the orders. Please wait patiently."

“But…” one of the principals was about to say something when Chen Ming interrupted him.

"No buts! Please do as I say and don't waste any more time!" Chen Ming said firmly.

Seeing Chen Ming's resolute attitude, the principals had no choice but to give up and left dejectedly.

Chen Ming watched their departing figures and shook his head helplessly.

These principals are acting in the best interests of the students, but they must adhere to principles to ensure fairness and impartiality.

Chen Ming hopped on his bicycle and sped off towards his second uncle's factory, braving the biting wind.

Upon arriving at the factory, the machines were roaring, creating a bustling and vibrant scene.

Chen Ming went straight to his second uncle's office. His second uncle was looking at the account books with a worried expression.

"Second Uncle, are you busy?" Chen Ming asked with a grin.

The second uncle looked up, saw it was Chen Ming, and immediately put on a smiling face: "Oh, my eldest nephew is here! How did it go?"

"It's all sorted out, but..." Chen Ming deliberately dragged out his words, whetting his second uncle's appetite.

"But what?" Second Uncle asked nervously, afraid that something might go wrong.

Chen Ming explained excitedly, "Orders have exploded, we have to increase production! Schools all over the city are scrambling to buy our electric blankets. If we don't increase production, we won't be able to make enough money!"

"But we have too many orders, and our factory's current production capacity is simply not enough!"

Upon hearing this, Uncle Er frowned again: "What are we going to do? The New Year is just around the corner, and all the workers want to go home. It's not easy to recruit people now!"

"Second Uncle, you don't need to worry about that," Chen Ming said confidently. "I have a plan."

Then, Chen Ming told his second uncle everything he had to say about his analysis of the market situation and his predictions for future sales.

"Let's recruit a group of skilled workers first, and then buy a few new machines. Our output will immediately double."

"As for quality, I will personally oversee it to ensure it's even better than before!"

He paused, then continued, "Moreover, we can upgrade the product! The weather in the south isn't as cold, so we can make it thinner and lighter."

"Since it's cold up north, we'll make them thicker. Add cartoon characters to attract kids, and floral patterns to appeal to female consumers. That'll definitely be more popular!"

As Chen Ming spoke eloquently, the worry in the second uncle's eyes gradually turned into admiration.

"Good lad, you're really something! Much better than your old man! Your old man only knows how to cling to that little patch of land, he has absolutely no business sense!"

My second uncle slammed his hand on the table and said boldly, "We'll do it your way! I'll contact the equipment supplier right away and ask someone to find a few skilled workers. Let's try to double the output before the New Year!"

As Chen Ming left the factory, the cold wind lashed his face like a knife, but a warm feeling welled up inside him.

The warmth didn't come from the electric blanket, but from the bulging canvas bag.

Inside was a thick wad of cash, all proceeds from recent electric blanket sales.

He needs to hurry to the bank and deposit the money.

In the 80s, banks were not like those in later years, where ATMs were everywhere, and even branch offices were scarce.

Chen Ming rode his bicycle for more than half an hour before finding a place.

There weren't many people in the bank; a few employees in blue uniforms were sitting there listlessly.

Seeing Chen Ming enter, a young female employee forced a smile: "Deposit or withdraw money?"

"Deposit the money." Chen Ming put the canvas bag on the counter with a "thump," it was heavy.

The female employee was stunned for a moment, then her eyes lit up. These days, it's rare to see someone who can deposit so much money at once.

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