Rebirth 1989: My Unlucky Career

Zhang Yun's worries are not unreasonable.

Although the last trip to the Soviet Union made the photo studio business a great success, the huge dangers encountered cannot be ignored.

Even Zhao Zhuo was a little scared after coming back.

After all, it is a fine line between life and death!

But he was afraid of returning. Thinking of his business plan and the huge treasure land of the Soviet Union, Zhao Zhuo still said firmly:

"Wealth can be gained through risk. For something as big as a car, I definitely can't do it if I don't do it myself."

After a pause, in order to reassure Zhang Yun, Zhao Zhuo said again:

"Besides, the last assassination targeted Li Mengshi. If it's me alone this time, there shouldn't be any problem."

Hearing this, Zhang Yun felt that it made sense and felt a little relieved.

"After you go, if you find anything wrong, you must call the police as soon as possible! Be careful!"

Zhang Yun did not forget to warn him.

Hearing this, Zhao Zhuo felt warm in his heart and smiled slightly:

"Don't worry, I will pay attention. You, on the other hand, also have a heavy responsibility. You must protect our basic base. I will leave those franchisees to you."

"Yeah, don't worry!"

Zhang Yun nodded solemnly.

…

After Zhang Yun was appeased, Zhao Zhuo came to the cannery again.

Naturally, I came here not to find Zhang Qian, but the director of the cannery, the self-righteous Wang Qiang's father.

"Who are you looking for?"

Arriving at the entrance of the cannery, the guard stopped Zhao Zhuo and asked.

"Call your factory director's office and tell Zhao Zhuo to come see him."

Zhao Zhuo said calmly.

It was not that Zhao Zhuo was asking for help, but that after Zhao Zhuo exposed Wang Qiang's affairs, the factory director surnamed Wang inquired about Zhao Zhuo's identity.

Originally, the Wang family and his son wanted to teach Zhao Zhuo a lesson and teach him a long lesson.

However, after learning that Zhao Zhuo had single-handedly brought a production line to Fengtian Textile Factory, Wang Qiang's father immediately changed his stance and wanted to show his favor to Zhao Zhuo.

Of course, Zhao Zhuo ignored him at that time.

"Hold on."

The guard looked at Zhao Zhuo who was calm and composed, and picked up the phone with some hesitation.

The reason why he was dubious was that on the one hand, Zhao Zhuo looked too young and did not look like a distinguished guest of the factory director. On the other hand, looking at Zhao Zhuo's relaxed demeanor, the doorman was a little doubtful whether Zhao Zhuo was really what he was.

Big shot.

Sure enough, after the call was put through, the doorman hung up the phone without saying a few words.

"How to say?"

Zhao Zhuo asked calmly.

"Our factory director has said that he will come out immediately and greet you personally."

The guard changed his previous skeptical attitude and said respectfully.

Not long after, I saw a short, fat figure walking from the building.

"Mr. Zhao Zhuo?"

The short and fat figure asked with a smile.

Zhao Zhuo nodded lightly:

"Director Wang, right?"

"Wherever, Mr. Zhao just call me Wang Penggang."

Although Wang Penggang is the factory director, he does not dare to take the position of factory director with Zhao Zhuo at all.

On the one hand, it's because Wang Qiang still has something in Zhao Zhuo's hands.

On the other hand, it is because Wang Penggang now wants to ask Zhao Zhuo for something.

"Hahaha, Mr. Wang is too polite. Your son is your son, and you are you. I can still handle him clearly."

Zhao Zhuo smiled lightly.

There is a strong meaning of beating in these words, and Wang Penggang naturally knows it clearly.

However, the situation was stronger than the people, so Wang Penggang could only nod along.

Wang Penggang led the way, and the two of them quickly arrived at the office.

After Wang Penggang was busy, making tea and serving fruits, after everything was done, he let everyone go out, and then he sighed to Zhao Zhuo and said:

"Mr. Zhao must save me!"

Zhao Zhuo couldn't help but frowned when he heard Wang Penggang use the word "rescue".

As early as when Wang Penggang contacted him, he knew that Wang Penggang must have something to ask for.

But now that he saw Wang Penggang's appearance, Zhao Zhuo realized that the matter was so urgent.

"Director Wang, please tell me slowly if you have something to do. I can't guarantee whether you can be of help."

Zhao Zhuo said calmly.

After hearing this, Wang Penggang was not unhappy at all, but nodded and said quickly:

"Actually, it's the problem with the cans in our factory."

"What, the can is broken? There's nothing I can do about it."

Zhao Zhuo said with a half-smile.

Wang Penggang ignored the joke and said with a smile:

"Hey, you really know how to joke. The shelf life of canned food is so long, how could it possibly go bad?"

Zhao Zhuo shrugged:

"Yes, then what are you looking for me for?"

Wang Penggang said slowly:

"It's like this. Our factory developed a new variety of cans some time ago, but we didn't expect that the response in the market was very poor!

By the time we reacted, we had already produced much better products.

Now, these cans are piled up in the warehouse and there is no market at all. I can only ask Mr. Zhao to find a way."

After hearing these words, Zhao Zhuo finally understood what was going on.

Zhao Zhuo couldn't help but asked curiously:

"This new type of canned food of yours...what kind of canned food is it?"

Hearing this, Wang Penggang blushed, and then hesitantly uttered two words:

"Salted fish..."

"Pfft...what did you say?"

Zhao Zhuo almost spit out a mouthful of water.

"Canned salted fish???"

Zhao Zhuo asked again with some uncertainty.

Wang Penggang nodded, looking extremely embarrassed.

"Salted fish won't go bad if you keep it for a year or two. Are you going to use it for canning?"

Zhao Zhuo really didn't know what kind of talent he was that could come up with such a weird idea.

Wang Penggang said helplessly:

"Well, we happened to come across a large amount of salted fish at that time, which was very cheap, so we made this decision after research.

I thought of everything at the time, but I didn’t expect that the salted fish could be stored without being canned!”

Zhao Zhuo silently gave a thumbs up:

"Okay, your factory is really good and knows how to play tricks."

After a pause, Zhao Zhuo suddenly remembered something:

"By the way, how many cans of salted fish do you have?"

Wang Penggang thought for a moment, then stretched out a finger.

"A thousand bottles?"

Wang Peng just shook his head.

“Ten thousand bottles??”

Wang Penggang still shook his head.

Seeing that Zhao Zhuo was a little impatient, Wang Penggang quickly explained:

"To be able to hold a wagon, there must be about 30,000 bottles."

"..."

Zhao Zhuo was completely speechless.

After a long silence, Zhao Zhuo said slowly:

"In this situation, I may not have any good options."

Hearing this, Wang Penggang suddenly became excited.

"Mr. Zhao, you must help us find a way! People say there is nothing that Zhao Zhuo can't sell, so I believe you can find a way!"