Old Ding's prediction had been spot-on. The Main Factory's second bidding meeting went very smoothly and was a great success.
To avoid another failed bid, the buyers did not set such harsh requirements as they had at the previous bidding meeting. They "more or less" loosened the procurement standards.
And the new companies participating in the bidding were not as old-fashioned, conservative, and penny-pinching as the established suppliers. They eagerly cooperated with Zheng Jiemin and the others, winning eighty percent of the procurement orders.
Li Ye sat in an unnoticed corner, watching the heads of the new companies sign their contracts one after another in high spirits, and he could not help wanting to laugh.
A mocking laugh.
Because only half a year earlier, when the First Branch Factory held its bidding meeting, these successful people had still been supply-and-sales section chiefs and deputy factory directors at public enterprises. How could people who had drawn salaries for more than a decade suddenly have capital and transform themselves into private bosses overnight?
A few months earlier, the Main Factory had not wanted to make a big show of learning from the First Branch Factory's "successful experience," after all. It involved the question of who was guiding whom.
But now they had seen the light. Only by daring to innovate and reform could they gain more opportunities.
Otherwise, following the management procedures that had continued for decades, they could at most make a little money from cigarettes, liquor, gifts, and kickbacks. There was not much future in that.
But now, by adapting things a little under the banner of learning from experience, had they not suddenly seen the light and opened the door to a whole new world?
And those whose minds were not flexible enough were destined to be cast aside