Istanbul.
The bearded Ekolem stared at the bridge across the Bosphorus with a sad and angry expression. This bridge, together with the Eurasian continent, is slowly passing by freighters under the bridge, sailing in all directions.
Due to the geographical relationship, the commerce and trade of the countries along the Black Sea are more convenient to pass through the Bosphorus. This strait is related to the economic lifeline of hundreds of millions of people in the surrounding area, and commercial transportation is particularly busy.
Grains, petroleum, machinery, clothing, and various goods flow through this. The native chickens guarding the strait made a lot of money for this, and the tolls are very happy.
But now Ekoram hates the cargo ships that travel through the strait, because many of them serve the'Holy Light' Group. Goods shipped from thousands of miles away hit the local chicken economy like a tide.
There is a garment factory in Ekoram, in Istanbul. His factory is small, employing more than a hundred garment workers, using old sewing machinery for production.
Ekrem's garment factory is a typical "two ends outside", his fabric accessories need to be imported, and ready-to-wear products are used for export. As the product grade is not high, it has always been a low-end low-price route.
This was originally an industry that could be passed on for several generations, and it might be able to upgrade to mid-to-high end, but it is now suddenly facing the dilemma of bankruptcy. The reason is that a large number of second-hand clothing suddenly appeared on the market.
Seventy percent of Tuji's textiles are of similar patterns. If exports are cut off, the entire industry will die.
In the past, Ekoram was very proud of the ability of his own garment factory to reduce costs, but now he has discovered that there are people who have lower costs than him-second-hand clothing in Odessa is sold by weight.
One dollar per kilogram, two hundred kilograms per pack. You can't disassemble and choose, just sell it.
"Someone buys this kind of clothes?"
Ekoram is a small factory owner. He made money, he bought all famous European brands, all his food at home was high-end goods, and even his children sent to Germany to study. But he can't stand that his products cannot be sold.
He couldn't believe who would buy second-hand clothing. It may be abandoned clothes, it may be the clothes of a dead person, it may be the clothes that have been contaminated, it is not a good thing anyway.
The media in Istanbul have noticed this and started to promote it in the newspapers, calling on the people to boycott it. But the facts are quite the opposite. Someone really buys this kind of clothes.
Ekoram discovered that workers in his own garment factory were wearing second-hand clothes. He flew into a rage on the spot, yelling at the other party for being unpatriotic, and asking the workers to cut low-priced clothes and buy his own products, otherwise he would be expelled.
In order to keep their jobs, workers have to cut their clothes. But this didn't work. Maybe he turned around and left and went to the flea market to buy another one. Anyway, the second-hand clothes were very cheap, and at most he didn't wear them to work.
Because of this incident, Ekoram discovered that there are still many poor people in the city. This silent group takes the meager income, consumes the cheapest goods, and uses the cheapest services.
Only when the poor stopped buying Ekoram's products did he realize the existence of this group.
The use of second-hand clothing not only does not cause problems for the poor, but also improves their quality of life and saves some money for other purposes.
Ekoram went to the flea market to investigate. Those second-hand clothes were hand-selected, boiled at high temperature, and cleaned with chemicals to ensure the quality as much as possible. It's really not just sold out casually.
Clothes of the same type and size will be classified as far as possible, and there will be no particularly tattered clothes, and there will be no stains, blood stains and dirt. For the poor, its cost-effectiveness is particularly high, which leads to smooth sales.
If you are lucky, some high-end fashions of very good quality can be found in the packed clothes. The profiteers will select the fashions carefully and organize them again, and send them to specialty stores for hundreds of times the price.
As long as there is excess profit, businessmen of different interest classes will spontaneously form a sales chain. Simple blocking is completely ineffective, and Ekoram can only be incompetent and furious about it.
If second-hand clothing is only sold in the country, Ekoram will be angry at best, but he won't care too much. Because his garment factory is specialized in exporting, the customers are mainly in North Africa and the Middle East.
But since November, customer orders have fallen off a cliff. By December, even half of the plant's equipment was shut down. Ekoram had to lay off half of the workers and cut the wages of the remaining workers by nearly half.
But this is useless, the situation is still getting worse.
This situation cannot be resolved by Ekoram. He went to the Textile Association to inquire about the news, and he was even more shocked by the situation-the sudden depression of the whole industry.
Since November, second-hand clothing shipped from the East has taken over the low-end textile market of native chickens, and the quantity is astonishing and overwhelming.
Every day, more than ten thousand tons of freighters arrive from the Far East. Their destination may be Southeast Asia, or South Asia, or the Persian Gulf, or they can dock in the Mediterranean or the Black Sea.
Every day, hundreds of millions of second-hand garments float at sea and are loaded and unloaded in ports around the world to meet the needs of low-income groups in various countries. Once this market is robbed, it will be difficult to grab it back.
Native chickens are not the worst, Egypt’s textile industry is the worst.
But Egypt's life is good. Their textile industry is not strong and their losses are limited. On the contrary, because of the recent increase in cotton prices, it is still profitable.
Native chickens also export large amounts of cotton and cashmere, but the textile industry is its lifeblood. It is a European "closet", and millions of people in China rely on it to get jobs.
Without warning, the foreign market said nothing would be gone, which was too fatal for Ekoram. And small business owners like him have at least tens of thousands of domestic chickens, and most of them are squeezed in the low-end market.
"No, we can't stand this kind of unreasonable competition." Ekoram watched the freighters on the side of the strait for an afternoon, thinking about how to stop them all, "We should sanction opponents who sell second-hand clothing. ."
From November to December, too many native chicken factory owners have similar ideas. Ekoram easily gathered a group of'friends' who had the same experience, and asked the government through industry associations.
It's just that this request was submitted, like a mud cow entering the sea, and there was no response. A well-informed person went to inquire about it, and the news was that the upper class of the local chickens could not help it, and they felt that their heads were big.
The'Holy Light' has not even died of US sanctions, and it is even more difficult to touch when it comes to a local chicken. I originally wanted to get stuck on the'Varyag', but the opponent didn't play the card according to the routine.
Anecdotes of the ages, a company dare to stand firm with a country.
This is not just a passive response, but a proactive attack-if you dare to stop my aircraft carrier, I will rectify your industry.
Come, hurt each other!
See who can't stand it first