It starts with the production team driving the big truck

Chapter 1742: It's getting bigger and bigger!

"Our factory was established in 1956 on the basis of several butcher shops and pig slaughtering stalls. It has been 30 years now."

"Thirty years, that is to say, within these thirty years, you purchased live pigs from the countryside under the plan, slaughtered them and put them in the market and food stations, went through the pig slaughtering procedures, and then just sat back and made the money?"

"My words may be blunt, but my point is valid. That's just the way it is." At this point, Director Wu had nothing to refute, so he smiled bitterly and nodded.

"Since last year, when the pig procurement was cancelled, you have been in trouble. No one wants to sell pigs to you, but some of your staff still follow the old ways and go to the countryside to impose fines on farmers. They were beaten out by the people. Am I right?"

Director Wu’s face turned red again and he hummed.

"As an outsider, I don't know what caused the fire, but after the fire, you minced the burnt frozen pork and put it into ham sausage stuffing to continue selling. This behavior is simply stupid, and this is the fuse of your meat processing plant's decline!"

Director Wu rubbed his face with his hand and yawned dejectedly, "County Magistrate Sun, I can't refute anything you say now. The reality is that our factory has failed and can never get back on its feet. I personally don't care. I'm just a dead man. I can just stretch my neck and kick my legs and that's it. But those workers have followed me for so many years, and now they can't even pay their wages..."

"The problem lies with your workers. Let me be frank. Before, your meat processing factory was a franchised unit with no other branches. People had to come to you and look at your face to buy meat. But now that the market has been liberalized, your workers are still so arrogant that they ignore consumers... Do you know the market share of your meat processing factory's ham sausage in Hecheng from the beginning of the year to now? Zero! We have cleared them out!"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Director Wu was speechless and could only laugh dryly to hide his embarrassment.

Sun Jianping also felt that the tone was a bit harsh. He stretched his calf and said, "I am not targeting you. I am just speaking from the facts. If I am not thorough, please bear with me, Uncle Wu."

"I know what you said, but what can I do? This is a state-owned enterprise, and the workers are the masters. They cannot be fired. Even if the company is rotten, they still have to be paid monthly and supported..."

Director Wu sighed again, and his worried face had several more wrinkles. "I came this time because I heard that your second uncle was here, and I was wondering if he could invest in us. In this way, we can change from a state-owned enterprise to a Sino-foreign joint venture. With the entry of foreign capital, we can first control the workers and take the opportunity to fire those troublemakers. Secondly, we hope to revitalize our factory. I have worked hard to run this factory for 30 years. I really don't want to watch the meat processing factory destroyed in my hands!"

Sun Jianping could understand Director Wu’s feelings towards the factory, just like his feelings towards Ermajia.

But he couldn't agree to this.

"You just said that you want my uncle to invest in you. I can't make the decision for him, but I can help you contact him. Whether to invest or not depends entirely on my uncle's personal decision. How do you think?"

"I am very grateful to County Magistrate Sun for helping to make the connection!" Director Wu stood up, held Sun Jianping's hand, and couldn't stop crying. "As the old saying goes, it's easier to add flowers to a beautiful woman than to send charcoal in the snow. County Magistrate Sun, I never thought that you would help us in our most difficult time. Really, I... I..."

"Uncle Wu, you are too polite. Don't get angry. Take care of your injuries. The meat processing factory will still rely on you to support it in the future!"

"Haha, you're right, there's still hope for the meat processing plant!"

Director Wu smiled more often, and looked back every three steps to bid farewell to Sun Jianping reluctantly.

Sun Jianping smiled and waved to him, feeling mixed emotions. Such a good factory had been messed up by Old Cai!

I heard that Lao Cai has been doing something about health care recently, and he even went on TV to give a speech!

The more you mess up, the bigger you get!

He really screwed the meat processing factory! Bastard!

To be honest, Sun Jianping didn't want to get involved in the messy affairs of the Meat Processing Plant, but he really wanted to see to what extent Lao Cai, or someone else, could screw the Meat Processing Plant.
Although this factory is currently running at a loss, it still has a breath left. If Mr. Cai takes action again, will it take away their last breath?
Secretary Fang took my second uncle on a long tour, and my second uncle discovered quite a few projects that could be invested in, such as a marble mining area in Gannan County, lignite in Keshan, and lime mines in Fuyi County.

Second uncle also met with Xie Xiwen. The two were old acquaintances and now met again in a distant place in Daxinganling. They had a very pleasant conversation. Seeing that second uncle had also come to invest, Xie Xiwen felt relieved. How could the place chosen by the second young master of the Qian family be wrong?

He decided on the spot to invest another five million in Hecheng to vigorously develop the broiler farming industry!

"I am naturally very grateful to Mr. Xie for investing in us, but this person is too stingy. Previously, I spent a lot of effort, and Jianping helped him to find connections and let him meet the old leader. I thought he would invest heavily in us, but in the end he only took out 15 million..."

Secretary Fang did not ask the government to send a car, but drove his own three-wheeled motorcycle with his second uncle sitting in the sidecar. The two grown men sped along the tree-lined avenue, enjoying the refreshing feeling of the late summer breeze blowing on their faces.

"This is the limitation of peasant thinking. The Xie family got their start in agriculture, and it was not easy to make money, so they were naturally cautious in investing. Our family got their start by opening a silk reeling factory and a weaving and dyeing factory, and money came and went quickly, so my investment style is to brave the rapids and forge ahead!"

The two men parked the three-wheeled motorcycle in front of a melon field. The second uncle took out a cigar and handed one to Secretary Fang. Secretary Fang lit it and took a puff. It was so fragrant that he squinted his eyes and enjoyed it slowly!

Five hundred yuan for a cigarette!

This one puff costs a full ten dollars!
What a life of spending money like water!

"Fellow countryman, how much are the watermelons?"

My second uncle walked into the field with a cigar in his mouth, bent down, picked a big watermelon, patted it twice, and started chatting with the old farmer who was selling the watermelons.

"It doesn't matter what the money is. If you're thirsty, just pick one and eat it!" The old farmer took off his straw hat and walked over, fanning himself with air. He squatted down and picked a big ripe watermelon, put it on the two men's motorcycles, pulled out a dagger from his waist, cut it in half, and handed it to the two men.

"How can this be so embarrassing..."

"Don't be polite! Eat it!" The old man also picked up a piece and took a bite. On a hot autumn day, eating a big, sweet watermelon was so comfortable that every pore in his body trembled!

"Brother, how many watermelons can we get from these three acres of land?"

Secretary Fang spit out watermelon seeds and asked the old man, who laughed and said, "Why don't you deal with the one who pays 1,800 yuan?"

"Do you sell them in Nahe County, or do you sell them at home?"

"There are only a few cars passing this road every day. How many can we sell? My little boy picks a carload of watermelons early in the morning and sells them in the county town. There is a mountain product market in the county town now. There are many people and the watermelons move quickly. We can sell two or three cars a day."

Secretary Fang and his second uncle looked at each other. It seemed that the mountain product market run by Jianping was indeed good, and it had a significant driving effect on the local economy and all aspects!

"What do you think of your county magistrate?" The second uncle asked abruptly. The old man chuckled and said, "Who can compare? Our county magistrate... He is the God of Wealth from heaven who has come down to earth to do good things for us old farmers!"

(End of this chapter)