I'm incredibly ambitious after being reborn.

Chapter 48 The Old Man's Joy, The Old Man's Discontent
"Zhang Xiang, those two men from Jingxiang, are they alright?"

The old man rarely comes to visit and show his support, and Zhang Daxiang hasn't been bothering him much lately, so it seems that his retirement life is finally getting on track.

Overjoyed, Zhang Qihui, with a voice booming with energy, declared, "Grandpa's status is due to his grandson's!" in the ancestral hall.

It feels really good to boss around the old buddies, but when it comes to his grandson's business activities, the old man chooses to say less and observe more, offering some helpful reminders.

"They're the kind of people who want to make a fortune with a small investment. Even if there are problems, it's none of our business. We'll definitely collect the rent of around a million yuan. They've set it for October, November, and December, which will allow us to have a good New Year."

"From what you're saying... you want to give some out?"

"I always need to buy some New Year's goods. There happens to be a seafood boss from Langshan County, Jinghai Prefecture, who also wants to rent. I plan to get more frozen swimming crabs this year. I'll also get a ton or two of pomfret, bream, and ribbonfish. This way, I can bring in individual seafood wholesalers who run their own businesses."

Hearing his grandson say this, the old man nodded slightly, "Get more pomfret and have your great-grandfather take it to the oil mill and distribute it to each household."

"Youfangtou" is the main gathering place of the Zhang family's collateral branches. It was originally an oil mill converted from a water village. After the oil pressing piles were demolished, a residential plot was drawn up. At that time, Zhang Qiding presided over the demarcation and boundary survey.

Therefore, Zhang Qiding was not only the eldest brother among the older generation, but also the one who could make decisions in the collateral branch of the Zhang family.

However, the old man changed the subject and said to Zhang Daxiang, "You still don't have enough people at your disposal. I think the logistics, personnel, finance, and administration departments are all makeshift. I'll have your great-uncle do some favors at the oil mill. That way, a few people from the oil mills can come and work for you."

As he spoke, Zhang Qihui counted on his fingers, "There are two houses south of the gate. The one with three floors, the eldest son used to be an accountant at the old wool mill. So many accountants went to the old wool mill, but he never had any problems. He was clean and honest. It's safe to hire him to do the bookkeeping. It's much better than finding someone in your business who's halfway to his death."

“You should call my youngest son’s wife, Auntie. She went to a vocational school and later got an adult bachelor’s degree in industrial accounting. She worked at the steel mill for eight years and I’ve never heard of her making any mistakes. I know someone in the steel mill’s waste gas workshop. She said she worked in the logistics department for four years. It would be great to have her come over and sort out your current warehouse management.”

"There was another one named Zhang Gangkai, whom you should call 'Uncle.' He was a college graduate who managed things at the farm for a few years and worked as a secretary for many years. He was just unlucky; the first person he followed went to jail, the second went to jail, and the third didn't go to jail, but he drowned in the Caohe River while on patrol..."

"..."

At this point, even the old man himself fell silent, while his real grandson, Zhang Daxiang, was speechless.

You must be a real grandfather to recommend such an incompetent subordinate to your weak, pitiful, and helpless grandson like me.

However, Zhang Daxiang has always been unrestrained and even the ancestral tablets couldn't suppress him, so a mere "master-killer" was nothing to him.

The main issue is that we really can't continue with this makeshift team. The various departments need to be set up before the Chinese New Year. After the New Year, we won't need to look for new people while we're still employed; we can just fill the positions directly within the existing framework.

The situation could not keep up with the changes. Originally, Zhang Daxiang was more concerned about the Sang family's business partners in South America than about the "Golden Mulberry Leaf" platform.

But now that the Sang family has fallen out internally, it's unrealistic for him to keep thinking about channels in Chile and Argentina.

We can't just keep it a secret from Dongsangjiazhuang and then contact the Sang family's old residence just for some beef and mutton, can we?
Instead of wasting time on this, you might as well promise your wife at night that you'll get an extra three to five tons of raw sunflower seeds.

The old man was just giving a suggestion; the final decision rested with Zhang Daxiang. It wasn't that Zhang Qihui didn't want to put on airs, but rather, like Zhang Qiding, he wanted to keep those other old men in the ancestral hall from interfering and pointing fingers.

"I'll let Grandpa know once I've finished dealing with things at Ximen these past two days."

"Okay, that's good. There's no rush this month or so."

After finishing his business, the old man, with his hands behind his back, didn't rush to leave. Instead, he asked, "Your uncle is getting on in years, shouldn't you hurry up and let him hold his grandson too?"

"hehe."

Zhang Daxiang smiled without saying a word, gesturing for the old man in front of him to leave if he had nothing better to do, so as not to get in the way.

"Humph!"

Zhang Qihui walked away with his hands behind his back, quite displeased. Theoretically, he should have three great-grandsons.

You damned scoundrel! If it weren't for the fact that you're my only grandson, I would have slapped you twice. What an unfilial grandson!

The old man, who was muttering to himself, went to the ancestral hall to cause trouble, ridiculing the senior member of the first line of the family and mocking the junior member of the second line, acting like he was the oldest among the "Qi" generation.

Zhang Qiding, who was listening to the radio, grabbed a broom and threw it at them.

Then the two old men, one holding a mop and the other a broom, started gesturing and gesturing right under the noses of their ancestors, as if they really wanted to determine a winner between brothers.

The older man berated the younger man, saying he'd gone mad from eating waste in the chemical plant; the younger man said the older man wasn't the principal at the Second Middle School, but rather the toilet supervisor…

Fortunately, there was still thunder in September. Before the torrential rain arrived, the two old men stopped fighting and vowed to kill each other next time.

Zhang Qiding had already made up his mind that next time he would rinse the mop in the latrine bucket a few more times, and then smear it on his little brother's face.

He's sixty years old, younger than me.

No mop-splattering battle ensued inside the ancestral hall. After the thunderstorm subsided, Zhang Daxiang came to the hall and gave the remaining old men his "supreme instructions": each was to manage a stall of New Year's goods, some in charge of preserved meats, some in charge of salted goods, and some in charge of seafood...

Zhang Qiding was, of course, the one Zhang Qihui had told his grandson before, to have his elder brother distribute seafood such as pomfret and ribbonfish.

In addition, there are some matters concerning recruiting talent, which are not appropriate to discuss in the ancestral hall at this time. When the time comes, we will naturally bring in a few people from the "oil mill" to join us.

That evening, Zhang Daxiang mentioned to Sang Yuke that he wanted to start expanding the scale of personnel. Sang Yuke, who didn't understand Zhang Daxiang's business plans and didn't get involved, casually asked Dongsangjiazhuang if there were any suitable people available while making dinner.

"I heard that quite a few people in Dongsangjiazhuang have gotten their driver's licenses?"

"There are quite a lot, big and small cars, and even tractors."

“We do need a dozen or so people who can drive cars, like vans. Once the electricity meters at the cold storage are running, that'll be a lot of money. Sister Yu, you can mention it to your hometown and ask Sang Shouyi to make the arrangements.”

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!
Sang Yuke, who was kneading the dough on the cutting board, soon pulled out a string of noodles. She turned around and put the noodles into the pot on the earthen stove. Seeing this, Zhang Daxiang sat behind the stove to help watch the fire.

"That night I called my aunt back home; they're really quick to relay messages."

With a smile, Sang Yuke glanced again at the pork bone soup simmering in the casserole on the gas stove, tasted it to check the saltiness, and then nodded in satisfaction, "Shopkeeper, if you feel it's too bland later, just add some more."

"Okay, you cook yours too."

"okay."

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!
After a few more slaps and threshings, like knitting a sweater, another string of noodles was ready in no time.

While the two were eating noodles, Sang Yuke suddenly whispered mysteriously, "Manager, the underwear I ordered has arrived. I'll wear it for you to see in a bit."

"I won't watch if it's not provocative."

"I guarantee you'll want to watch it again after you've seen it."

"Hahahahahaha..."

"Haha."

Zhang Daxiang laughed loudly upon hearing this, while Sang Yuke chuckled and took the opportunity to stuff a piece of lean meat with tendons from the large bone stick into his mouth.

(End of this chapter)