Rebirth of the Wild Age

The factory manager's office is filled with smoke.

Guo Xiaolan left with a gloomy face. From a rational point of view, she knew that her son's choice was correct. But in terms of emotions, she hates cooperating with enemies very much, and she doesn't want to sell Fan Zhengyang who came out of the same village.

Song Weiyang was also unhappy, sitting on a chair, smoking one cigarette after another.

Song Weiyang knew what his mother didn't know.

In the next two years, Fan Zhengyang's strength was continuously eroded, and he focused on dealing with Huang Yunsheng, and he would never take care of the Song family at all. Later, she became more and more desperate. My sister-in-law asked Fan Zhengyang for help in the wholesale business, but she couldn't even see him. It can be said that she turned her face and refused to recognize anyone.

Song Weiyang hated Zhong Dahua, hated Huang Yunsheng, and also hated Fan Zhengyang.

Children only distinguish between right and wrong, adults only look at the pros and cons.

The most beneficial way now is to use both Fan Zhengyang and Huang Yunsheng to get the best of both worlds, and then take advantage of the situation to kill that bastard Zhong Dahua! As for Fan and Huang, Song Weiyang didn't mind giving them some eye drops at critical times, but he had to do it quietly, without affecting himself.

Why is Song Weiyang so worried that he smokes and thinks?

Because Huang Yunsheng saw through Zheng Xuehong and Song Weiyang's false joint venture intentions, Song Weiyang's follow-up plan was completely disrupted.

It is impossible to pretend to be a joint venture with a Hong Kong businessman. This is tantamount to giving Huang Yunsheng his handle, and he will have to be a grandson honestly from now on. If you don't turn your face, you can naturally gain huge benefits, but this time bomb makes Song Weiyang feel uneasy.

"Crack!"

The door of the office was pushed open.

Uncle Guo Xiaochun didn't even knock on the door, just came in hurriedly with a travel bag on his back, threw his things on the table, smoked smartly and said, "I got the company license, the people of Hong Kong City are quick to do things, and a company can be registered in a few days. "

"Well, thank you for your hard work, uncle." Song Weiyang put out the cigarette butt.

Guo Xiaochun didn't know what it means to be polite, so he picked up the tea on the table and drank it, shaking his hair on his forehead and said, "I heard people say that the surname Huang just came here?"

"The cup of tea you're drinking is for Mayor Huang," Song Weiyang said.

"Pooh!"

Guo Xiaochun immediately spit and spat: "No wonder drinking is disgusting, it stinks!"

Song Weiyang reminded with a smile: "The cannery has rules and regulations, and spitting is prohibited."

Guo Xiaochun stomped his saliva dry and asked, "Is the surname Huang here to find fault?"

"On the contrary, he asked us to cooperate." Song Weiyang said.

"He can really do it, put the father in the cell, and then find his son to cooperate," Guo Xiaochun kept gesticulating with his fingers while smoking a cigarette, "Let me tell you, this Huang weasel is a weasel who pays new year greetings to chickens, no worries. Kindness!"

Song Weiyang said: "Yes, I understand."

"It's good to be clear!" Guo Xiaochun picked up the travel bag, "I'm leaving, I haven't slept all day and night, I'm so sleepy. By the way, can you still get the tickets for the bowling alley? It's a bit itchy after not playing for more than half a month .”

"Come and pick it up tomorrow," Song Weiyang said.

"That's fine, Goodbye!" Guo Xiaochun said and left.

Song Weiyang sometimes envies his uncle, he doesn't think about being stupid all day long, he only knows how to eat, drink and have fun, how comfortable he is.

Pick up the phone and dial the number.

Soon a voice came from the receiver: "Hi, hello, the cadre building of the Mengping County Party Committee compound."

"I'm looking for Zheng Xuehong." Song Weiyang said.

"Wait... Zheng Xuehong, Deputy Director Zheng's call! Zheng Xuehong..."

Within a few minutes, Zheng Xuehong came running out of breath: "Hey, who... huh, who is looking for me?"

Song Weiyang said, "Old Zheng, I am Dr. Ma."

"Hey, I finally got your call," Zheng Xuehong said happily, "Can I bring the money here?"

Song Weiyang said: "You can come here, but don't pretend to be a Hong Kong businessman."

"Why?" Zheng Xuehong asked puzzled.

"You were spotted by Mayor Huang," Song Weiyang said.

Zheng Xuehong said in surprise: "Impossible! That night, I had a very happy chat with Mayor Huang. He was so confused by my deception, how could he know that I was a fake?"

"Oh, he has good acting skills." Song Weiyang said with a sigh.

"Damn it, I still laughed at him for being stupid, so I'm the one." Zheng Xuehong panicked, "Will something happen if I go to Rongping City again? Don't be arrested by the police."

"It's okay, just come here." Song Weiyang said.

Song Weiyang's original plan was not as simple as a fake joint venture to cheat tax refunds and loans. What he wanted was to make fake shows real in the future, put on the skin of Hong Kong capital to ensure safety, and even listed the canning factory in Hong Kong City for financing. All of this requires people to cooperate in acting, Zheng Xuehong and Chen Tao are the executors, otherwise how could it be easy to give them so many shares.

Now, all the plans are cancelled, just because Song Weiyang doesn't want to be Huang Yunsheng's grandson.

Hanging up the phone, Song Weiyang left the office, ran to find the director of the factory office and the chief of the technical department, and ordered: "Director Yang, you should contact the construction team immediately to build a few new factories, build more workshops for primary processing of fruit materials, and rinse tanks. And the pre-cooking pot must be enlarged by at least three times. Section Chief Li, you are responsible for the supervision of the whole process, and don’t make it unqualified and rework halfway.”

Section Chief Li said: "Director Xiao Song, don't worry, I promise there will be no problems!"

Director Yang said happily: "Director, are we going to expand production?"

Song Weiyang nodded and said, "Well, when the Qiqiao cup cans are launched, our factory's production scale will definitely not be able to keep up."

"Expanding production is a good thing, but we don't have land to build factories." Director Yang reminded.

"Isn't that a large piece of wasteland to the east of the factory? The fence is torn down, and the new factory building is built outside." Song Weiyang said.

Director Yang said, "Those lands are not ours."

"Who cares, let's talk about it after it's built," Song Weiyang said with a sudden smile, "If anyone comes to cause trouble, let them go to Mayor Huang."

Director Yang asked: "Mayor Huang approved it?"

Song Weiyang said, "It's Mayor Huang's intention."

"Okay, I'll do it right away!" Director Yang left excitedly.

Song Weiyang shouted: "By the way, call Chief Chen from the Propaganda Section!"

Director Yang strode forward, shouting as he walked, "Chen Weifeng, the factory director is looking for you!"

"Here we come, we are here!" Section Chief Chen rushed over, leaning forward and asked, "Director Xiao Song, what tasks do you have for our Propaganda Section?"

Song Weiyang said: "Take two enlightened ones and follow me to the provincial capital on Monday."

"Propaganda?" Chief Chen asked.

"Well, shoot commercials, put in commercials," Song Weiyang said, "Study hard along the way, and when the factory grows bigger, I will reorganize the publicity department into the advertising department. Lao Li, the advertising department is very important, and the director is still in charge for the time being." Let you do it. But the ugly words are up front, if you don't do well, I will remove you from your post."

Section Chief Chen quickly patted his chest: "Don't worry, director, I promise to study hard and not hold back the cannery!"

"Okay, go get busy." Song Weiyang waved.

More than a month ago, the problem with the cannery was that there was a backlog of products that could not be sold. When the Mid-Autumn Festival commercials are aired, I'm afraid they will have a headache because the production can't keep up. This broken factory has seriously affected Song Weiyang's normal performance.