The Hero Who Troubles the Heroes

Remember [New] for a second,! In this wave of reforms in Yekaterinburg, Martsov was the most panicked.

He was a little flustered every day, because he didn't have enough manpower. After listening to Nasr Din's suggestion, he asked some workers from the glass factory to come and help. Why did he seem to have done something very serious, and there were even rumors that he Like buying a glass factory.

The **** of harvest and forging is above, Marzov dares to swear that he has never thought of it this way.

Now, even Duhanino ran to his office early in the morning and said, "Brother, please do me one last favor. In the future, if you want to buy our factory, I will help you."

Duhanino's verdict was basically settled. Before the SASAC, the relevant departments went to check the factory's accounts. He was just stupid and not bad, so he waited for the storm to end and became a team leader of the newly formed Sanitation Bureau.

The new director who came out of the office told him that the Environmental Sanitation Bureau is now ready to draw on a blank sheet of paper, and it is in the midst of urban and rural cleaning projects, so there is still hope for it to be done well.

Martsov can only say: "Brother, if you have anything, just say it, I will help you if I can."

Duhanino said with a blushing face: "In the past two years, you have bought materials from us at a higher price. If you have any resentment in your heart, just scold me."

"This time... I... I beg you to buy more. I've agreed with the other side. This time I can buy a large batch at a time, and the price is a little lower than before. I want to raise some money to borrow all the money I've borrowed before. some more."

After he finished speaking, he lowered his head. After saying this, he was embarrassed. In fact, he used Martsov's money to pay off his debt.

In fact, he did this mainly to protect himself. Recently, there have been rumors that whether the debt is insolvent is a red line, and those who cross the line will be held criminally responsible, so they must repay their debts as much as possible before the assets are counted.

Martsov was also speechless. Now, whoever in the industry doesn't know that he is the one who pays the most "glass factory tax" in the city's factories.

He thought about it for a while and agreed, as if it were paying the protection fee.

"No problem," Martsov said. "Otherwise, you can help me with the preliminary processing of the materials and bring them here, and I will pay the processing fee and shipping fee at the market price."

Thanks a lot, Duhanino left and went back to the organization immediately.

Martsov had just made arrangements when two unexpected guests appeared at the door of the office.

"Nasr al-Din!" Marzov was as happy as the troubled protagonist seeing the plug-in grandpa, "It's great that you can come!"

Today Nasr al-Din still looks like he can't see his face wearing a hood, and he didn't come alone. There is a man wearing a peaked cap and a beard beside him.

Nasserdin introduced: "This is a professor of nicotine. He studies ceramics and glass. After hearing about your factory, I want to come and see if there is a place for cooperation."

Martsov immediately went over to shake hands with Professor Nicotine, and said enthusiastically, "Professor is welcome to come to our glass factory for guidance. The development of our factory is inseparable from the guidance of professors."

The fact that the factory can be so big is not without Martsov. Over the years, he has formed a cooperative relationship with many professors and scholars in Abyss City. His own factory has developed under the new technology. On the one hand, various achievements are legally transformed into benefits.

Don't look at these old men just teaching in the academy, who knows which of their students is in a high position.

Martsov is also sensible, and will not bother them until the moment of life and death.

Professor Nicotine smiled politely with him, and then went to the office for tea together.

As soon as he sat down, Nasr al-Din asked Martsov: "I heard you want to buy that glass factory?"

Martsov was stunned for a moment, and immediately replied: "I didn't think about it."

Nasr al-Din added: "Then think about it now."

Martsov realized that something was wrong. This senior brother said this as soon as he came over from Abyss City. There must be something strange in it. Maybe this nicotine professor is not a real professor, maybe an official from above who came down to visit unannounced.

He had a bottom line in his heart, and after thinking about it, he said, "There are advantages and disadvantages to buying a glass factory. The advantage is that I can get a chance to expand production by leaps and bounds."

"The downside is that their core equipment is seriously behind the technology development, and I still need to pay for new equipment."

"Of course, Senior Brother, your equipment is so expensive. If you can give me a discount, it will not be a disadvantage."

Nasrdin said angrily, "I'll break your bones!"

Martsov smiled and complained that the equipment sold by Intel Corporation was too expensive to be heard by the nicotine professor who was suspected of making an unannounced visit to the official, and then continued: "In addition to the equipment, there are people, many workers in the glass factory are not skilled. How about, some thirty-something-year-old technology is not as good as the young people just trained by our factory, I will not raise these people."

"Also, there are too many management staff there. Many of them have a pot of tea, a cigarette and a newspaper to read for a day and then get off work. The salary is still paid, and the work ability is also qualified as a cleaner."

"If I want to buy their factory, won't these people want me to accept it?"

"And they owe a lot of money. Industry people say that there is an unprecedented 'glass factory' tax in our city. Wouldn't we have to pay this money back?"

After hearing this, Nasr al-Din asked, "Apart from these, do you have any questions?"

Martsov spread his hands and replied, "The biggest question is, I don't know how much this factory will sell for. If it is too expensive and damages the capital chain of our factory, then it will be overkill."

Nasrdin nodded and said, "You're right, let's go, take us to see how your factory is doing."

At noon, after sending off the two guests who had lunch in the cafeteria, Martsov was even more panicked.

Don't think about it, that nicotine professor must be a high-ranking official who visited Abyss City unannounced. He only asked a few simple technical questions along the way. The most asked questions were about reducing costs, increasing production, profit margins, and workers' wages. Like, whether there is a bonus, and how to punish a mistake.

On his side, Nasr al-Din drove a car around Yekaterinburg for a long time, bought some souvenirs, and saw a lot of people buying from various The alleys were cleared of rubbish, and there were many students who looked like students all over the city with level gauges to measure the elevation.

At the time of dinner, the car drove into the Arkhangelsk Tank Factory with several blockades on the outskirts.

There are troops stationed here all year round, so no one notices that there are a few more troops today.

At supper, Nicholas II asked Nasir al-Din, "I didn't reveal anything today, did I?"

Nasrdin answered truthfully: "He should have guessed that you are an official visiting unannounced, because your question is different from that of a scholar who is engaged in technology, but he should not know that you are the devil."

The Demon King smiled, which was to be expected. If Marzov didn't have this ability, he wouldn't have developed to the point of killing the glass factory.

He said to Nasr al-Din, "Talk to Martsov more in the past two days to strengthen his confidence in buying the glass factory."

The next morning, a middle-aged man with a goatee appeared in front of the gate of the glass factory. He handed his work permit to the dozing doorman and said, "I'm Niku, the chief of the sales department of the Quartz Mine in the neighboring state. Li, is your factory manager here?"

The guard just flipped through the work permit, opened the small door, pointed to the inside of the factory, and said weakly, "The factory manager is preparing the workshop. There is a map over there, and there are road signs on the road. You can go there yourself."

At this time, a full-loaded truck was about to use the gate. After the guard opened the gate and came back, Nicoli said, "Your business here is okay."

The guard said angrily: "Who is disgusting, sigh, how can a factory become like this, you can only eat something from people's teeth."

Nicoli handed a cigarette to the doorman and walked towards the factory.

He followed the shortest route on the map that had been faded by the rain next to the gate. Opposite the gate was a fountain pond, which now raised a lot of fish, and an old lady was sprinkling feed or something.

This factory has a long history, and there are many big trees of two or three hundred years on the roadside. In the song of birds, the green belt under the trees is full of various vegetables. The place that used to be a small garden has become a small garden. corn garden.

There is no way to go without walking a few steps. Some people use fences to block the road between the factories into one block, and there are many chickens in it.

Nicoli could only walk around, but ended up in a place that looked like a warehouse. The doors and windows were tightly sealed, and a girl came out with a basket of mushrooms.

He used his youthful flirting skills, starting from asking for directions, and then asking the girl to send him to the preparation workshop. Along the way, he learned a lot of situations in the factory. If he went further, he would be able to take the girl to dinner tonight.

On the road, I also saw someone catching a thief~www.wuxiaspot.com~ A young man stole a chicken from the grid where others were raising chickens on the road, and was found.

The prep workshop is the only place in this idyllic factory where an industrial feel remains.

The task of this workshop is to select, clean, dry and crush the purchased raw materials into powder, weigh and mix them, and then send them to the smelting workshop.

Now workers are processing the raw material to the point where it is broken into powder, and then bagged and trucked to the Marzov glass factory.

Duhanino sat here and stared, lest the workers send out the substandard products.

Nikoli glanced at it and shook his head in his heart. The number of people in the same process was twice that of Martsov's, and the efficiency was much lower.

It seems that Marzov was conservative yesterday. To upgrade this place, I am afraid that all equipment and processes will have to be replaced with new ones.

Duhanino has been procuring raw materials to sell to Marzov, so it's not surprising that Nicoli is coming.

It's just that he had just negotiated a big deal with the local quartz mine the day before yesterday, so he declined Nikoli, but promised to help him recommend samples to Marzov.