Narrator: Chen Fengying.
I never dreamed that my own brother, the younger brother of a fellow mother, I would take him out of the countryside to work in my factory and pay him a salary, but he would take my employees to strike at me, kill me, call me a capitalist, and exploit him.
It's a shame to say it, there is such a thing at home, and they all say that the ugliness of the family should not be publicized, but I have been holding back this matter for a long time, and I don't vomit or be unhappy!
Let me tell you the story of my family.
My name is Chen Fengying, I was born in 1955 in an ordinary farming family in Yichun, Jiangxi Province, my hometown is in the Ganjiang Plain, and I mainly make a living by growing rice.
My father had studied for a few years and was a literate person and a village accountant, while my mother was an illiterate and down-to-earth farmer.
When the village first ran a night school literacy class, my father was invited by the captain to be a teacher to teach the villagers to read and write, and my mother was among them.
Under my father's education, most of the villagers could write their names, know more than 100 characters, and do some simple calculations.
My parents had a total of six children, I am the eldest, and I have four younger sisters and a younger brother.
My father was criticized for saying the wrong thing during that campaign. He is a high-minded and arrogant person, he can't stand this kind of grievance, and he has gone insane.
My father was sometimes sober, sometimes confused, and whenever he was sober, he would tell me to help my mother and take care of my younger siblings, and I nodded tearfully in agreement.
After graduating from junior high school, I stopped studying, helping my mother work in the countryside and taking care of my younger siblings.
At this time, my father basically became a wasted person, chattering all day long, talking to himself, as if he was telling someone.
When I was 20 years old, Sanniang in the village told me about a family affair, and the other party was the son of a family in the neighboring village.
We were very satisfied with each other, I had no other requirements, I just hoped that I could continue to help my mother's family after marriage, when I had money, when I had money, when I didn't have money, I agreed.
A year later, we got married, and another year, our son was born, and my parents-in-law were very happy.
Perhaps it was our son who brought us good luck, and soon after the birth of our son, the parents-in-law and mother-in-law's family implemented the policy, and we returned to the provincial capital happily.
About half a year after returning to the provincial capital, my husband arranged a job, and he entered a large state-owned factory.
And I, because I have a rural hukou, I can't solve the job, and my task is to solve the hukou problem first.
Slowly, I found that my parents-in-law's face was getting worse and worse, but fortunately, my husband was good to me.
When the children were older, I didn't want to look at the faces of my parents-in-law anymore, so I thought that I should do something.
I went to the street for a few days and found that there is a business that can still be done, the investment is also small, the cost is low, and earning one is one.
What kind of business is this? It is to mend nylon socks. At that time, everyone's living conditions were not very good, and the socks were worn out, and they were reluctant to throw them away.
At that time, not only socks, but also clothes, pants, and shoes were mended. It was also an era of advocating hardship and simplicity, advocating "three years of new, three years of old, and another three years of sewing and mending".
I deliberately took a pair of socks to sew and mended, and seemed to chat with the person who mended the socks casually, and set out her approximate daily income, and also set out that the machine that mends socks was bought by **.
I bought a small machine to mend socks, found a street with more people and more bustling, and chose a place that was easy for people to find and had a corner to sit down.
I'm a newbie, I didn't have a business for the first few days, and others didn't know that I was a sock mending thing.
I found a piece of paper shell at home, wrote the words "mend socks" on it with a brush, and put it next to my machine when I was stalling.
Slowly, people started mending my socks and my business opened. I take every pair of socks seriously, the stitches are fine and dense, and the people who come to me to mend socks are very satisfied with my craftsmanship.
My business is getting better and better, and I like to talk to people who come to mend my socks, and I have learned to deal with all kinds of people, and I have developed a good mouth.
When people come to me to mend their socks, I always make them laugh. When I see people with sad faces, I always find ways to enlighten them and make them happy.
Since I have an economic income and I can make money, I have noticed that my in-laws' faces have become cloudy.
In the blink of an eye, the 80s, the reform and opening up, I heard from the customers who came to mend socks that the provincial capital is going to open a pedestrian street, in which many stalls are set up, and business people can go there to rent a stall, and it is estimated that it will become a commercial area in the future.
When I heard the news, when I got home, I quickly discussed with my husband and prepared to rent a stall there and sell clothes, and he was very supportive of my idea.
On the second day, I went to the relevant department and rented a booth on the pedestrian street.
I inquired about the purchase channel and started to prepare to start a clothing business.
When I first started the clothing business, I didn't dare to buy in large quantities, but just fast-forward and sell quickly to speed up the capital turnover.
I have a few years of experience dealing with customers, and I can speak well, and as long as someone comes to my stall, I try to keep him from leaving empty-handed.
My business is getting better and better, making more and more money, I haven't forgotten my younger brothers and sisters, in addition to mailing them clothes every season, I also bring my little sister out to help me do business together, and I pay her salary.
The salary I paid to my little sister was slightly higher than that of the same industry, and my little sister was very satisfied and worked hard to help me.
My income is getting higher and higher, and my parents-in-law's face has changed from sunny to cloudy.
In fact, I am a restless person, and selling clothes can no longer satisfy my appetite, and I have heard that it is more profitable to open my own factory to produce clothes.
At that time, pleated skirts were very popular on the streets, and I saw this opportunity to take over a small clothing factory in the suburbs of Shanghai, and I transformed it into a factory that produced pleated skirts.
I recruited some skilled workers, and recruited all my younger siblings to work in the factory, and my mother also to do logistics work. By this time, my father had been dead for many years, or I would have brought him in.
At that time, I thought in my heart: I will recruit others as well, and the fertilizer and water will not flow into the fields of outsiders. I gave this job opportunity to my younger siblings, who planted a few acres of thin fields in the countryside, and their annual income was very low, and I took them with me to earn some money and fulfill the promise I made to my father back then.
In this way, I called my younger brother and four younger sisters to work in the factory, the eldest sister was already married, and the brother-in-law worked in the mine and could not come, so she happened to be at home to take care of the children.
The eldest brother is also married, and the younger brother-in-law is also at home to take care of the two children and study, so she can't come.
The second sister is also married, they have no children yet, and the two of them are here.
The other two younger sisters are still single, and they are all happy to come to work in my factory.
The wages I paid them were 20 percent higher than those of the workers who were recruited from outside. When I first arrived, my younger siblings were happy with the salary.
Gradually, I felt that my younger brother had some management talents, so I trained him to be a manager, and his salary was also increased to the level of a manager, and he was always two percent higher than the personnel of the same grade.
With my younger brother taking care of me, the burden on my body is much lighter, and I can finally catch my breath. To be honest, a woman is really tired of having a career. I was secretly glad that I had a good brother who helped me manage the factory.
I can't treat him badly, I usually buy him some gifts, wrap him in a big red envelope during the holidays, and buy clothes and school supplies for my nephews and nieces at home. Of course, I can't leave my sister's children behind.
I thought that my younger siblings would be very satisfied with this arrangement.
Who knows, that day, the workers in my brother's workshop suddenly went on strike, and a batch of orders was rushed to be shipped, didn't this cost my life? If the order cannot be made, the default will be fined several times.
I was even more shocked when I learned that the person who had led the strike was none other than my own brother, the one I wanted to help.
I really don't understand why he is going on strike. He also instigated the workers to go on strike, but he is the younger brother of my mother's compatriots, how can he think of me to die like this?
When I found out why, I couldn't help but laugh. My brother said that I was a capitalist, cruel and exploited him. said that I was ruthless and unrighteous, and I didn't think about sibling affection. Say that I make so much money every day, but give him such a small salary. Saying that he is my own brother and that he is related to me by blood, I should give him a part of the money I earn, instead of paying him a salary.
But he saw only the thief eating meat, not the thief being beaten. He didn't know how many brains I had to spend when I first opened this factory, how many places I went, how much hardship I suffered, and how many sins I suffered.
He didn't know how many people I had to ask for a loan, how much alcohol I drank, and how many nights I stayed up in order to get a loan from the bank.
He doesn't know how much effort I have took, how much grinding I have done, and how many smiling faces I have accompanied.
He didn't know how many sleepless nights I had spent racking my brains for the production, operation, cost, and profit of the factory, and my hair fell out one by one.
All he saw was that I had made money. I just know that I gave him less.
He believes that I am related to him by blood, and with this relationship, he wants to share my profits, and threaten me and pinch me at a critical time.
Fortunately, after so many years of suffering, this little trick of his was quickly solved by me.
I calmed the workers and told them that when the order was completed, I would give each of them a big red envelope.
The order was finally delivered, and I was relieved. I discussed with my mother and sisters, and my brother had caused me so much trouble that I decided to fire him.
The mother and sisters had nothing to say, and the mother scolded the younger brother, and the younger sisters also said that the younger brother had gone too far.
It's not that I'm ruthless, it's my brother who stabbed me in the back, such a brother is not as good as others, I really hurt him in vain for so many years.
Fortunately, my sisters are not the same as him, otherwise, I really wouldn't be able to eat and walk around.
Through this incident, I have come to realize that in order to start a business, it is best not to hire relatives, especially people who are very close to you, just in case. These people sometimes put themselves in the wrong position, relying on your blood and kinship, which is not easy to manage, and some will even oppose you and harm your affairs. They sometimes feel that what is yours is his, and it is natural for you to give him the money, otherwise you are unkind and unjust, and you do not remember family affection.
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