Rebirth of the Powerful

Chapter 66

"Then I'll be your concubine and serve the master. The master must support me, and don't let the eldest wife bully me..." These few words were spoken softly, and Xia Xiaoluo's whole body went limp.

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

Under his slap, Liu Yue let out an "ah" like tearing apart silk, and said, "You... are really bad!"

But still obediently followed behind him.

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

Liu Yue walked to the cloth cutting table calmly, and the scissors flew rapidly with several young girls. With the sound of the scissors clicking, the black and white velvet fabrics turned into pieces of cloth of different sizes .

Then these fabrics are transported to the sewing machine. The soles of the twenty girls are stepping on the pedals of the sewing machine rhythmically. The skin of a panda that is not filled with cotton has already taken shape...

Here, three dexterous girls are filling cotton. After cotton filling, it is already a semi-finished product, and then the panda "Panpan" is transported to the sewing machine again. After the last stitching procedure, a little panda is born.

The entire production process is closely coordinated, and the manpower 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, watching the bustling production scene, all with smug faces.

Xia Xiaoluo asked: "Uncle, when is the first batch of products expected to go offline?"

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

Xia Jinzhou has been in a good mood recently, and he has become "new". He no longer smokes "loudspeakers" but uses "filters" instead.

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

His question made Xia Jinzhou a little suspicious. After all, Wang Dali was the boss in name.

But soon he no longer doubted it, he thought to himself, this nephew of mine is too smart, and the big boss from Wenzhou also regards him as an adviser, so he can't help but feel a little proud.

I also feel comforted, this nephew has such a great influence on him, Wang Dali, he will definitely not owe us wages or anything...

Xia Xiaoluo pondered for a moment. He has been thinking about sales for the past few days. Wang Dali has a way of fooling people, but he is selling directly, and now he is considering using a dealer model.

Because if Wang Dali sells directly, he will fight alone, and it is not as good as a dealer's agent.

However, Wang Dali has a way of fooling ordinary consumers, but working with dealers, can he handle it?

Alas, now we can only drive ducks to the shelves.

Xia Xiaoluo said solemnly: "The next step is to go to the capital to find an agent. Remember, you must go to a relatively high-end store. We can't let our products become street stalls. We are making souvenirs!"

Wang Dali was both excited and nervous.

When he worked in the city's 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 the rural market and second- and third-tier cities.

Working under Xiao Luo, the first project went directly to Huaxia's political and cultural center.

He looked at Xia Xiaoluo with admiration, and said: "How about we pack it properly, get a big red box, and get a Chinese-English bilingual 'No. 11th Asian Games Cultural Communication Committee Authorized Certification 'Certificate, stamped with the official seal... How about it?"

Xia Xiaoluo couldn't help laughing, thinking of the story of the "National Dental Defense Team" who was inseparable from the "doctor in a white coat" in toothpaste advertisements in the 21st century.

There is also a big allusion to this matter. The "National Dental Defense Group" was originally an organization funded by a toothpaste manufacturer. Its office is actually located upstairs in a student dormitory. This organization is only responsible to 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 Defense Group Certification". In fact, these institutions are exaggerated authorities and have no credit rating ability at all. Two names similar to administrative agencies or non-governmental organizations have bluffed many consumers.

Using a seemingly neutral mechanism to apply powder on the face of one's own product, this fooled me a lot, but the effect was much better.

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

Xia Xiaoluo nodded calmly, and said: "Go to Luoshui County in the city, find a printing factory, first make [-] sets of packaging, and then make a carrot chapter, this Chinese and English manual, I will write it... ...then you go to a printing house and print five hundred copies."

As he said that, he took out a pen and paper and began to write. Wang Dali and Xia Jinzhou looked at Xia Xiaoluo's brush strokes with incredulous eyes, and what he wrote were all curvy "foreign characters".

Xia Jinzhou sighed again and again, and said: "Good boy, well done! I'm afraid there will be green smoke coming out of our family's ancestral grave!"

After finishing writing, Xia Xiaoluo pondered for a moment and said, "Forget it, I'll go back to Luoshui County with you tomorrow."

He was concerned about his father's recent official career, and thought, it's better to go back and have a look.

The main persons in charge of several projects were discussing the work with enthusiasm and looking forward to the bright future of enterprise development, but they heard some noisy voices outside.

Xia Xiaoluo frowned slightly, Xia Qingtian had already gone out like an arrow from the string, and said: "Damn it, what kind of son of a bitch is arguing outside!"

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

There is a dazzling Toyota Crown 7 parked next to it, with a huge happy character on it, which looks like a float. It is particularly conspicuous in this poor small village.

Liu Yue firmly pursed the corners of her mouth and struggled hard, trying her best to endure the sadness and embarrassment, and did not cry out.

Xia Xiaoluo's voice suppressed her anger and said coldly: "Where is the little bastard running wild here?"

The leader, a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy with red hair, sneered and said, "Fuck! I'll see who dares to stop you, you little old Xiazhuang can fill your ass!"

The men, women and children in the old 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 so arrogant on Monday, and said rather forcefully: "Huh! Let me see how big your butt is today! Qingtian, pull off his pants for everyone to see!"

In fact, Xia Qingtian couldn't help but want to do it!

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

Caught off guard, he punched, what Shaolin boxing, stretching his vaginal legs, only talking about the actual combat effect and not the moves.

The young men seemed to be hostile, and the other party was obviously a practicing family boy, not an ordinary rural youth with a bit of brute force, but also softened, and did not dare to do anything again, and 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 a murderous aura.

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

At this time, the youths headed by Xia Ergou rushed in from outside with bricks, hatchets and other lethal weapons. Xia Ergou rolled his eyes with a cigarette in his mouth and asked, "His grandma?" Fucking bear, who is the grandson who said to round up the old Xiazhuang outside with one ass!"

Xia Xiaoluo cooperatively pointed at the red-haired boy and said, "This grandson!"

The red-haired boy showed a look of pitiful begging for mercy, and took out a pack of cigarettes from his arms with lightning speed, and threw it in front of Xia Er Gouzi, bowed his head obscenely, and said, "Brother, smoke a cigarette!"

"You son of a bitch! Who is your older brother? Who has a younger brother like you!" Er Gouzi cursed and slapped the grandson across the head and face bravely. "Are you a fucking monster from Journey to the West!"

The red-haired boy blocked his face with his hands, Xia Ergou felt that his hand was not smooth.

Ergou stopped slapping his face, and said coldly: "Take your dog's paw away from your face, if you don't take it away, I will beat you to death with a brick!"

The red-haired boy tearfully removed his hands holding his head, Xia Ergou said: "Mother Ri, can you stand up straight, you don't know that I can only bend over to beat you when you are squatting! Very tired !"

The red-haired boy had no choice but to take his hands away, stood up, and 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, which made the surrounding old Xiazhuang villagers laugh happily.

Xia Ergou babbled for a long time and said, "Hey—look at your yellow teeth! How long has it been since you brushed your teeth! You don't pay attention to hygiene and come out to play wild!" Several slaps.

Xia Jinyi waved his hand on Monday and said, "Er Gouzi, stop beating, let him speak up!"

A lot of blood dripped from the red-haired boy's nose and mouth, and he didn't dare to wipe it off. He stood there with his head bowed. Several boys watched the boss being humiliated, but the other party was a monstrous existence, and they didn't dare to do anything. They could only remain silent and trembled. Shaking.

Xia Jinzhou asked dignifiedly, "Where are you from? What's your name? Why did you come to my village to make trouble!"

The red-haired young man said: "Dong Ji, I'm Dong Xiaofeng! Didn't I come to welcome the bride? Dong Jiuxing gave her family a gift of three thousand, and her family hasn't returned it yet!"

Xia Xiaoluo's heart was shocked, and there was a flash of murderous intent, thinking, it's Dong Jiuxing again.

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

Liu Yue said innocently: "I want to pay them back, but they won't accept it even if they die, they insist on people wanting money!"

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

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