Reborn Nobility

Chapter 66 This turtle grandson

"Then I will be your concubine and serve the master. The master must support me and not let the eldest wife bully me..." These few words were spoken softly, and Xia Xiaoluo felt soft all over.

Xia Xiaoluo looked at the electronic watch on his wrist. It was already three o'clock in the afternoon and it was time to go to work. He patted Liu Yue's beautiful buttocks and said, "Let's go to the factory and have a look."

Liu Yue let out a "yeah" sound as if she was tearing brocade to pieces when he patted her, and said: "You... are so bad!"

But he still followed him obediently.

When the two arrived at the village-run garment factory, the workers had already taken up their posts and started working.

Liu Yue calmly walked to the table where the cloth was being cut, and with a few young girls, she was flying the scissors rapidly. With the sound of the scissors clicking, the black and white velvet cloth turned into pieces of cloth of various sizes.

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Then the fabrics were transported to the sewing machine. The feet of the twenty girls stepped on the pedals of the sewing machine rhythmically. At the same time, their hands cooperated with the pedals of their feet to move the fabrics on the needle. The fabrics were sewn quickly and varied.

A panda's skin without cotton filling has been formed...

Here, three girls with quick hands and feet are filling cotton. After the cotton is filled, it is already a semi-finished product. Then the panda "Pan Pan" is transported to the sewing machine again. After the last stitching process, a little panda is born.

The entire production process is closely coordinated, and the manpower allocation is also very reasonable. The expressions of the workers are focused and happy.

Everything is in order.

In the office, Xia Jinzhou, Wang Dali, and Xia Qingtian were sitting there drinking tea, looking at the bustling production scene, all with smug expressions on their faces.

Xia Xiaoluo asked: "Uncle, when will the first batch of products be expected to come off the production line?"

Xia Jinzhou popped up a red flag canal and handed it to Wang Dali, saying: "It will probably take about two days. At this speed, it will not be a problem to produce hundreds of pieces a day."

Xia Jinzhou has been in a good mood recently, and he has become a "new style" person. He no longer smokes a "trumpet", but instead smokes a "filter".

Wang Dali asked: "Xiao Luo, when will we start sales?"

His questioning made Xia Jinzhou a little suspicious. After all, Wang Dali was nominally the boss.

But he immediately stopped doubting it and thought to himself that his nephew was so smart that the big boss from Wenzhou also regarded him as a consultant, and he couldn't help but feel a little proud.

I also feel a sense of comfort. This nephew has such a great influence on Wang Dali, so he will definitely not owe us wages or anything...

Xia Xiaoluo thought for a moment. He had been thinking about sales in the past few days. Wang Dali was good at deceiving people, but he was selling directly, and now he is considering using a dealer agent model.

Because if Wang Dali sells directly, he will be working alone, and he will not be as versatile as a dealer or agent.

However, Wang Dali has a way of deceiving ordinary consumers, but can he cope with working with dealers?

Alas, now I can only catch the duck and put it on the shelves.

Xia Xiaoluo said solemnly: "The next step is for you to go to the capital and find an agent. Remember, you must go to a relatively high-end store. We cannot let our products become street stalls. What we make are souvenirs!"

Wang Dali was a little excited and a little nervous.

When he was working for the Municipal Foreign Trade Company, although he traveled all over the country, he had never been to Beijing. Generally speaking, their products were not high-end enough, that is, they were aimed at rural markets and second- and third-tier cities.

When I worked under Xiao Luo, I went directly to the Political and Cultural Center of China for my first project. It was really a generous move and very obedient.

He looked at Xia Xiaoluo with admiration and said: "How about we package it properly, get a big red box, and get a Chinese-English bilingual 'Eleventh Asian Games Cultural Communication Committee Authorized Certification

'How about a certificate with official seal...?"

Xia Xiaoluo couldn't help but laugh, remembering the story of the "National Dental Prevention Group" that was inseparable from the "Doctor in White Coat" in toothpaste advertisements in the 21st century.

There is also a big allusion to this matter. The "National Dental Prevention Group" was originally an organization funded by a toothpaste manufacturer. Its office is located upstairs in a student dormitory. It is only a room and two desks.

This organization is only responsible for its own manufacturers.

In order to gain the trust of consumers, the advertisements and packaging of these toothpastes are marked with the words "National Dental Prevention Group Certification". In fact, these institutions are exaggerated authorities and have no credit rating ability at all, but the "National"

The two names, which resemble administrative agencies or non-governmental organizations, have frightened many consumers.

Using a seemingly neutral organization to apply powder on your face with your own product is a fool's errand, but the effect is much better.

Wang Dali's idea is exactly the same as that of the "National Dental Prevention Group".

Xia Xiaoluo nodded calmly and said: "Go to Luoshui County in the city, find a printing factory, make five hundred sets of packages first, and then get a carrot seal. I will write the instructions in Chinese and English...

…Then you go to a printer and print five hundred copies.”

As he said that, he took out a pen and paper and started writing. Wang Dali and Xia Jinzhou looked at Xia Xiaoluo with incredulous eyes as his pen was flying, and what he wrote were all crooked "foreign characters".

Xia Jinzhou sighed repeatedly and said: "Good boy, well done! I'm afraid there will be smoke rising from our ancestral graves again!"

After writing it, Xia Xiaoluo thought for a moment and said, "Forget it, I will go back to Luoshui County with you tomorrow."

He was thinking about his father's recent career situation, and thought to himself, it would be better to go back and take a look.

The main people in charge of several projects were discussing their work with enthusiasm and looking forward to the bright future of the company's development, but they heard some noise outside.

Xia Xiaoluo frowned slightly, Xia Qingtian had already shot out like an arrow, and said: "Damn, what kind of son is making a noise outside!"

When I went outside, I saw all the female workers in the factory standing in a circle, and in the middle there were a few teenagers dressed as hooligans who were fighting with Liu Yue.

Parked next to it was a dazzling Toyota Crown 7th generation with a huge happy character on it. It looked like a float, which was particularly conspicuous in this poor little village.

Liu Yue pursed her lips firmly and struggled hard, trying her best to endure the sadness and embarrassment without crying.

Xia Xiaoluo's voice with suppressed anger sounded coldly: "Where did the little brat come from to run wild here?"

The leader, a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy with red hair, sneered: "Fuck! Who dares to stop me? Your little old summer village can be full!"

The men, women, and children in Lao Xiazhuang were extremely angry and cursed one after another.

Although the village is very poor, it is the place where I was born and raised. The villagers attach great importance to the reputation of the village and no one can slander it.

Xia Jinyi seemed to be so arrogant on Monday, and said rather forcefully: "Hmph! Let me see how big your butt is today! Qingtian, please pull off his pants for everyone to see!"

Xia Qingtian actually couldn't help but want to take action!

It's just that my father didn't dare to act without permission when he was present. Now that he got the order, it was like a tiger coming out of the cage.

Caught off guard, he threw punches, some Shaolin boxing, and twitching the vaginal legs. He only talked about the actual combat effect and not the moves. He used all his skills to display his good kung fu. He knocked down several young people who were pulling Liu Yue with three strikes, five strikes, and two strikes.

At first glance, the few teenagers saw that the attacker was unkind. He was obviously a martial artist, not an ordinary rural youth with some brute strength. They also softened and did not dare to do anything again. They all looked at the red-haired boy with questioning eyes.

Xia Qingtian walked like a dragon and a tiger, approaching the red-haired boy with murderous intent.

The red-haired boy turned to talk about "reason" and explained: "I'm here to ask for someone!"

At this time, the teenagers headed by Xia Ergou also rushed in from the outside with bricks, hatchets and other lethal weapons. Xia Ergou held a cigarette in his mouth and rolled his eyes and asked: "His grandma

Damn bear, who is the turtle grandson who said that he would make the old Xiazhuang outside sit in a circle!"

Xia Xiaoluo pointed at the red-haired boy in a cooperative manner and said, "This turtle grandson!"

The red-haired boy showed a pitiful look on his face and begged for mercy. With lightning speed, he took out a pack of cigarettes from his arms and shoved it in front of Xia Ergouzi. He nodded obscenely and said, "Brother, smoke a cigarette!"

"You turtle grandson! Who is your brother? Who has a red-haired turtle grandson like you!" Ergouzi cursed and bravely slapped the grandson across the face several times. "You fucking got it from Journey to the West.

A monster that escaped!"

The red-haired boy covered his face with his hands, and Xia Ergou felt that his move was not smooth.

Ergou stopped slapping him in the face and said coldly: "Remove that dog paw that's blocking your face. If you don't, I'll beat you to death with a brick!"

The red-haired boy took away his hands holding his head with tears in his eyes. Xia Ergou said: "Mother Rixen, can you stand up straight? You don't know that you are squatting and I can only bend down to hit you! It's very tiring.

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The red-haired boy had no choice but to take his hands away and stand up. Xia Ergou said appreciatively: "That's right! Be good and give me a smile!"

The red-haired boy gave him a smile that was uglier than crying, causing the villagers of Lao Xiazhuang who were watching to laugh happily.

Xia Ergou let out a long grunt and said: "Hey, look at those yellow teeth of yours! It's been a long time since you brushed your teeth! You don't care about hygiene and you still come out to act wild!" He started working and gave it to the red-haired boy.

A few slaps.

Xia Jinyi waved his hand and said: "Er Gouzi, stop fighting and let him talk to you!"

A lot of blood dripped from the nose and mouth of the red-haired boy, and he did not dare to wipe it. He stood there with his head lowered. The other boys looked at the boss being humiliated. However, the other boy was a monster, so they did not dare to take action. They could only remain silent and tremble.

Shake soo soo.

Xia Jinzhou asked majestically: "Where are you from? What is your name? Why are you coming to my village to cause trouble!"

The red-haired boy said: "Dong Ji, I am Dong Xiaofeng! Aren't I here to welcome the bride? Dong Jiuxing gave her family a gift of three thousand, and her family hasn't paid it back yet!"

Xia Xiaoluo's heart was shocked, and a hint of murderous intent flashed through him, and he thought, it's Dong Jiuxing again.

He quietly pulled Liu Yue and said, "Didn't I give you money?"

Liu Yue said innocently: "I want to pay them back, but they won't accept it until they die. They don't want money if they insist on it!"

Xia Xiaoluo immediately understood that Dong Jiuxing was looking for trouble!

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