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Chapter 2035: Difficulty in Resuming Work at the Paper Mill

Long Ju patted his belly, thought about the fellow villager who tricked him into going abroad, and asked for his family tree.

When the company was doing well, he didn't increase their salary; when the company was doing badly, he ran away with the money, not caring about the lives of the two people at all.

"I won't come out either. I'll find a chance to kill Jia. Damn it, they really think we're made of mud! I worked for her and now she doesn't even care about our lives. There's no such thing as a cheap deal in this world..."

When it comes to what happened after the mask incident, Longju and Qianpo both swore solemnly that they would never come out.

"Don't blame anyone for your blindness. Tomorrow we'll start work. Don't blame me for my foul mouth. These days people's words are the least to be trusted. Only those who get things done well are trustworthy."

"Look at our President Ji. I knew he was reliable at first sight. I have been following President Ji here. As long as President Ji is here, I will do it even if I don't get paid for half a year, because he values ​​his word."

"This shabby place can be sold, but they insist on starting construction. Isn't it because they want to build a good reputation? People who care about their reputation can't be too bad, but they don't advertise themselves. Those who always advertise themselves are hardly good people."

"I've seen some films shot by foreigners, and there's Mr. Ji in them. There's almost no positive image of Mr. Ji in China, and people don't care! Starting tomorrow, I'm going to call everyone in the village out, and we'll start. They've been nice to us, so we have to be worthy of them, too. Let's do it!"

The wishes of several people are good, but facts have proven that wishes alone cannot accomplish anything.

"These reeds are all covered and cannot be used. How much bleach should be added? When will the new reeds arrive?"

Looking at the reeds that the farmers brought from their homes, Longju frowned, and Qianpo was also scratching his head.

From morning till now, the other party has been checking the equipment, restoring operation, and doing all kinds of preparatory work. Several workers went up to the roof and were cleaning up the windows and other things.

Raw materials are important substances for papermaking. The current raw materials are fine for making cardboard boxes, but they are almost worthless for making toilet paper.

"We make pulp and sell it to carton factories. We call the headquarters and we give them the pulp."

The local farmers have as many axes as they want. If you tell them the shoulder, they will tell you the hip. The only thing is, the things they send will not be returned and you have to accept them.

Longju wanted to take over, so Lao Sichuan came over directly.

"Take it back. You've been spoiled. If you bring these junk again, I'll just blast you. Get lost!"

Facing the villagers who were making trouble with the translator, Lao Sichuan roared. The translator and Longju were still worried at this time, but a miracle happened.

A few rogue villagers drove their donkey carts away obediently, bowing and nodding to Lao Sichuan.

"It's better to persuade them with your heart than with swords, guns, or pickaxes! I learned this from Mr. Ji. When they don't understand, don't try to reason with them. Just demand results. You guys are too inexperienced. The translator, call these numbers and ask them to send reeds over. We need a lot of reeds. Don't give me any bad ones, or I'll kill him."

Faced with the translator who didn't have much experience and a few people from Longju and Qianpo, Lao Sichuan gave them a lecture.

The three of them have an average college degree, and the translator has a bachelor's degree. Now they are being educated like children by the old Sichuan people.

The next few people's work was almost all arranged by Lao Sichuan, who got the previous suppliers out, and the whole area started moving in minutes. People drove donkey carts, tractors, and some even carried things on their backs.

"You see, we have been telling them for a long time that we need to use ropes to tighten the reeds when loading them onto the trucks. That way we can load more and sell them here for a higher price. Is there anyone who can do it?"

"We need more now, so please be more patient. We don't want small bundles after the stage, let them come in full truckloads. You can't show any good face to these people, their perception is very simple."

"You take it, I have it, and I'll give it to you. Wait until those village chiefs come, and we'll talk to them, and you take it from the village. The village chiefs here are more concerned about their reputation, and the villagers are all sneaky and cunning!"

Instructing the workers to stack the reeds, Lao Sichuan held a water cup and began to explain science to the people in Longju. At first, the people in Longju didn't believe it, but when they used the reeds, they understood what Lao Sichuan meant.

"Is this just a joke? Is this fake?"

Wood, stone blocks, and some people even mix cement blocks in it to provide weight.

The two had been in the east and had heard that the locals here were more pious, but now they had been slapped in the face and it was delaying things.

These things must be picked out cleanly, otherwise they will easily get hurt. This is how the first seven days of work were carried out by everyone in Longju, who were swearing.

In the evening, Lao Sichuan invited the local village chief and asked him to come forward to gather the local farmers.

It turns out that the old man is absolutely useful locally.

As long as you give them a warning, these people will open the bundles of reeds. If they find any adulteration, they will just drive the person away. Even if they get beaten, they will have to endure it.

When people outside saw the old man maintaining order here, they could only put their little thoughts aside.

A few days later, the village chief gathered the heads of several villages near the reed marsh and they all worked together to contribute money and transport the reeds by truck. Qian Po personally supervised the site. In order to speed up the process, Qian Po brought in a large knife from Inner Mongolia to cut a large area of ​​reeds.

Ji Donglai knew that they had to start cutting reeds themselves, so he directly brought in a gasoline-powered lawn mower from China, and the progress of the entire paper mill was significantly accelerated.

"Hey, don't taste it with your mouth, idiot?"

Half a month later, Qianpo started to prepare sodium hypochlorite. Looking at the white slurry like milk, I don't know what the local workers were thinking. They scooped it up with a ladle and wanted to drink it. Qianpo stepped forward and kicked it.

The bearded man glanced at Qian Po, and then the two of them started working in the workshop.

The translator and the workshop manager finally pulled the two men apart. Qian Po's nose was bleeding and Qian Po pulled out a handful of the bearded man's beard.

"Mr. Qian, he said he wanted to test the concentration of hypochlorous acid, you offended him!"

The translator took a long time to understand, and Qian Po wiped the blood from his nose for a long time.

"Stupid, that's acid, bleach, it's easy to burn his mouth, it can kill people, translate it for him!"

Qian Po was very annoyed when facing the bearded man. It was the first time he had seen such a stupid person.

"Mr. Qian, he said that the Chinese taught him this way. He asked him to taste it and said it was accurate!"

The bearded man felt very aggrieved, while Qianpo was about to curse his ancestors.

After asking in detail, I found out that it was when Qian Xue was managing the company that Mr. Jin told the locals to do this, and the bearded man was used to this method.

Qian Po took a special look at the other person's mouth and found that it was broken.

Looking at the locals, they are not much better.

(End of this chapter)