Feng Yukun gave a wry smile and said to Xiao Weiguo:
"Chairman, what I want to say is that our current production pressure is simply too heavy. Even though our entire plant works around the clock with non-stop overtime, the orders piled up by the sales department are already booked all the way to next spring."
"I'm worried that if this keeps up and customers' demands go unmet for too long, they'll turn to other companies, resulting in a massive loss of orders."
In the past, when the factory's clothes wouldn't sell, the workers had nothing to do day after day and wages couldn't even be paid out. Feng Yukun saw all this and felt the anxiety deep in his heart.
Yet, as a production department head, he was only responsible for manufacturing; he couldn't stick his nose into anything else. He could only watch helplessly.
Now things were different. All four production lines were running at full throttle, but the products hardly ever got a chance to enter the warehouse. They were hauled away the very next moment.
Even so, people from the sales department still chased after him every day like debt collectors, and stack after stack of orders made his heart skip a beat.
Those people cornered him without letup every day, using every soft-and-hard tactic imaginable with only one goal: to rush out shipments for the clients in their hands.
As if he, Feng Yukun, could just pull products out of thin air.
Quite a few people even knocked on his door in the middle of the night to deliver gifts. …
Chapter 59