My Lord, you need to stand up!

Chapter 291: Bright under the high light, public toilet microphone?
When they arrived in Jiangzhou, Qin Yuye obviously wanted to follow Weidong to Rongdu again.

She is also a bold and reckless person who doesn't care about other people's opinions.

But even if Wei Dong and Wu Xi just took a stroll around the Economic Development Zone, they still kept the Hong Kong girl firmly locked in the jeans factory.

When I arrived at the factory this morning, the third-level factory building had been basically completed and the fourth-level construction was underway.

The jeans factory is located on the second floor of the third level.

It was at this moment that Weidong finally understood why, even thirty or forty years later, the domestic and foreign trade clothing industry was still a major export earner.

In fact, in the 1980s, when modern industrial technology was weak in mainland China, clothing could be said to be the simplest industry.

Although there are differences in fabrics in the textile industry, the initial products are all sold domestically and require a lot of manual sewing, unlike fully automatic machines which emphasize the exact quality of raw materials.

Therefore, the cotton fiber and polyester fiber blended denim fabrics used in Emergency PR can be roughly the same.

A group of pattern makers cut out samples of trouser legs, waists, pockets, etc., and the workers then cut out the stacks of fabric in neat rows like a cutting machine in a printing factory.

Then it is sent to a long row of industrial sewing machines for assembly line work.

All of them are double-needle sewing machines specially designed for denim products, which are sent from HK. You can start using them after a little training.

So after half a month of adjustment, we have started shipping at a rate of hundreds of items per day.

First, they sell them to workers in sanitary napkin factories and construction units at the cost price of 7.5 yuan. Some smart ones can resell them for five or ten yuan.

Qin Yuye was a little crazy when he came back and saw the finished product that was not washed or aged at all.

Weidong, the only one who knew how much jeans needed to be polished, was not there.

Everyone was amazed at the HK chef's request to wear out brand new pants by waxing, acid washing, etc.
It was Dong Xueying who came to inspect and make the final decision, and the new pants could be sold as soon as they came off the production line.

Therefore, the original cost of jeans produced in Jiangzhou should be around 9.8 yuan, but the process of adding unique texture to the jeans in the later stage was reduced.

Just a pair of dark blue canvas pants.

Weidong thought it was okay after seeing it. It was good enough to have something to wear at the moment. Why bother with all that fashion sense?

But he was also good at smoothing things over, so he decided to produce both types, calling them domestic and export versions. He took a quick look around and moved several large bags of jeans and sanitary napkins into the car. He didn't even have time to check the progress of other factories and went to Chengdu with Mao'er and Shitou.

Qin Yuye watched the minivan go away with hesitation, and decided to make a long-distance call to urge them to send a car over.

This was the place she was least used to.

In fact, Lao Heng and the others thought so too.

When they flew back to Yuezhou, they planned to get a few cars for Jiangzhou. They also had staff and offices here. However, it was quite troublesome to deliver the cars through normal channels in HK unless they resorted to rampant smuggling.

Finally, I set up a company in Yuezhou, and then used the policies of Guangdong and Hong Kong to apply for imported vehicles.

Then the car with Guangdong license plate was sent to Jiangzhou for delivery to the branch.

There are no flatbed trucks in the mainland at the moment, so we have to contact Dongsheng Transportation Company to get a few more assistant drivers to drive the trucks over.

At that time, Weidong came back from Chengdu.

But thinking back, if I had really driven these Guangdong-licensed cars to Chengdu, things might have gone completely differently.

The three brothers have run across this line. Mao'er and Shitou are now able to operate it skillfully, so they will take turns running at full speed.

After driving more than 300 kilometers, they arrived in the city in the afternoon. After taking a nap, they let Weidong take over the vehicle and went to the direction reported on the phone. There were six people lying in the hospital with their bodies wrapped in gauze!

Han Guobin, the general manager of the branch, was stabbed eight times and is still in a coma after the operation!
There was a guy whose tendons in his hand were almost cut off. Half of his face was wrapped and swollen like a pig's head. He stammered as he explained the whole incident to the boss.

Han Guobin is indeed capable. After taking over the Rongdu branch, the monthly production of tape recorders has reached 4,000 units, and the demand has now exceeded supply across the country.

As Rang Weidong is now a shareholder of the Postal and Telecommunications Equipment Factory, he can receive profit dividends of 50,000 to 60,000 yuan every month.

However, Han Guobin did not take out the money. Instead, he urged the Postal and Telecommunications Equipment Factory to expand its production capacity and strive to double its output in 85. He even wanted to reach a monthly production capacity of to units in order to get the opportunity to advertise on the brick platform.

Therefore, the main income of Rongdu Company is still the sale of sanitary napkins and cameras, plus the opening of a Malatang restaurant.

This is the result of correspondence between Han Guobin, He Yuemei, Ge Zhihong and others.

Having Weidong open a hot pot shop in front of the Pingjing factory basically ensures that everyone can eat and come conveniently.

People in Yuezhou followed suit and opened a Sichuan hotpot shop so that long-distance drivers could have something to eat and it could also provide some staff salaries and office space.

So now everyone is trying to follow suit, adding a hot pot restaurant as a canteen to the branch office, with a store in front and a warehouse and office in the back.

As a result, their store business is very good. People in Chengdu love to eat and know how to eat. Their taste is similar to that in Jiangzhou but has its own characteristics, so sour soup and spicy soup are very popular here.

After a while, someone might have targeted this thriving restaurant and wholesale company. The night before yesterday, as usual, they finished work after 10 p.m., and just as they were about to close the shop after seeing off the customers, someone with a masked face rushed in and attacked them with a knife without a word!

There was no threat of protection money or anything, it was just robbery.

The store had not yet closed up the restaurant's accounts for seven or eight hundred yuan in revenue, and more than three thousand yuan in business transactions in the office at the back, and he also snatched away a few packages of goods.

Han Guobin was seriously injured when he was protecting the business funds in the office.

Let Weidong take a deep breath: "Everyone should remember from now on, each of us is the most important. If money is robbed, you can earn it again, but if people are gone, they are gone forever. So in this situation, don't resist. If they are robbed, then... have you called the police?"

Several people who were accompanying and caring for the children were not at the scene at the time. Two people from the office and four people from the restaurant were not able to escape from these ruthless guys.

"I reported it, and the police came to see it. They took pictures and made records and said they would investigate. I think they were just perfunctory and didn't even roll the film..." I sell cameras myself, so I must be very familiar with this operation.

Weidong was considering whether to call Editor-in-Chief Feng to put pressure on him. He was also wondering whether this could be considered as having a powerful weapon and what the most normal solution would be.

Shitou, however, examined the wounded one by one and came back: "He's probably not a family man. He uses the knife so carelessly. The Pao brothers in the province wouldn't do things so carelessly. We should go and check on them."

It's been almost a year, and Mao'er has grown a bit taller, but these two are still little kids under ten years old, but they are full of gangster spirit.

Wei Dong was a little amused, but at this time it seemed that this was the only way to find out.

First, confirm with the company's finance department that there is cash available in the account so as not to delay treatment.

I took two of my younger brothers and went to a teahouse on the riverside in the south of the city that Maoer mentioned.

According to these two, the remnants of the underworld in the two places have always been in contact. Didn’t they say last time that the third sister was going to marry here?

Then in the car, the two bastards were discussing what formation they should use.

Finally, let’s go with “Single Whip”.

It can be considered as asking for help and also asking for directions.

In fact, there were only three bowls of tea, placed vertically on the small bamboo table in front of Rang Weidong, and his two younger brothers sat on both sides behind him.

Three people came, but they pointed at Weidong and asked him to put the teacup upright. It was obvious that they were not ordinary tea drinkers.

There were many eyes coming and going to look at me.

If Weidong hadn't seen so many big scenes this year, he might not have been able to handle it.

He didn't ask what was going on. He just wanted to pick up the throat lozenge in front of him when Shitou pulled his hand: "Don't move! It's coming..."

A middle-aged man who looked inconspicuous came over and sat opposite Weidong. He raised his hand to pick up the bowl of tea near him and poured it out, then poured himself another bowl without drinking it.

Let Weidong know that it was a riddle, but he didn't know what it meant.

Mao'er spoke: "I traveled the world alone, enduring all the hardships. I transformed into a golden dragon and met great luck, protecting my master as he ascended the throne and sat on the meditation platform."

Wei Dong was completely confused, but he noticed the words "ascend the throne" at the end. Are you two planning to make me the lord?!
Shitou was the one who played the supporting role: "We are the Shen family of Jiangzhou. The day before yesterday, six of our brothers were attacked by a martial artist who came to our house and overthrew us. I would like to ask if you have any pointers? We will definitely reward you."

The other person's expression immediately changed: "Shen family? They said you suffered a great crime? Just you two kids?"

Shitou said calmly, "I've found my way back to Hong Kong through Guipi. This is our boss's livelihood. Things have been tough these past two years, so I haven't been paying my respects. Could you please show me the way?"

The other party then picked up the tea and took a sip. "I heard about this matter. It was done by the barbarians. Recently, a group of them have been very ruthless. They took advantage of the crackdown on us and took the opportunity to come out and take business. Moreover, they ran back to the tribe when there was something wrong. Even if they were caught, they would not admit their responsibility."

Also pointed in a direction.

Wei Dong suddenly realized.

This is a period of severe crackdowns. Anyone who hasn't been intimidated must be a super desperate criminal.

Just like the guy they met in the provincial capital of Jibei who robbed a police officer's gun, it can be said that his accomplices were killed by the sharp weapon he was carrying.

Because once Weidong finds out that the other party has a gun, he will have to beat him to death, even if it means going to jail for it. That would be fatal.

Now I thought about it and confirmed the direction: "Is it over there?"

It is the border office left by Yu Songhai before.

The other party nodded confidently: "The guy leading the charge is called Black Bull. He's completely relying on the reputation of this neighborhood to keep people from doing anything to him. In the past two years, I've been particularly afraid to touch him. There's not a single move I can make."

Weidong also roughly knew that Yu Songhai had to go over to comply with local customs, so he stood up and bowed to express his gratitude, and gestured to Mao'er. Then the guy took out an envelope and put it on the table.

He really didn't want to get back the few thousand dollars, but if this kind of thug who had tasted the marrow and was greedy for more was not brought to justice, he would only become more violent and do the same thing again.

Who can bear this?
(End of this chapter)