What kind of experience is it to help your wife cheat?

Chapter 179 What are you drawing?

In the early morning of the next day, Tang Zheng came to Han Zhibin's office just after finishing his work. "Old Tang, you came just in time. I was just looking for you." Han Zhibin sat behind the desk, gestured "please sit down" to the opposite chair, and got up to pour a cup of hot tea for Tang Zhengzheng.

"Last night, Song Song came to say those words, what do you think?" Han Zhibin asked.

Tang Zhengzheng grinned, and the fat on his face trembled: "I think, this kid should have other ideas. Those of them who are in sales are not profitable, so how could they just do it without any return?" Come to help us? If he really exposes the old background of their entire industry here, I don’t know how many people will be offended. It is estimated that it is impossible for him to go to work wherever he wants to work in the future. Isn’t this equivalent to cutting his own way?”

Han Zhibin nodded and said, "I think so too. He must have plans, but so far, I can't see what he really wants. As for what you said about self-destruction, I don't think so. This kid is well-developed now , It was a Mercedes-Benz yesterday, I guess he really wants to do it alone."

Tang Zhengzheng shook his head: "I'm not very optimistic. The global economy is not good now. I think the probability of failure is relatively high for him to start a business at this time. Mr. Han, let's be careful when dealing with him. Once a person becomes poor and crazy, But there will be no bottom line.”

Han Zhibin shook his finger: "I think differently from you, I think we should help him."

Tang Zhengzhi didn't believe that Han Zhibin would be so kind, and he would not naively think that Han Zhibin and Song Song really had a deep friendship. There can only be one relationship between them and Song Song, and that is the relationship of interest.

He frowned and asked, "Why?"

Han Zhibin smiled faintly, picked up the cigarette on the table, popped one out and threw it to Tang Zhengzhi, and lit another for himself.

He crossed his legs, puffed out the smoke and said, "Let's give him some benefits and make him profitable, so that he can really help us and we can maximize the benefits of this project."

Tang Zhengzheng still had doubts: "But Mr. Han, what kind of benefits should we give him?"

Han Zhibin looked up at the ceiling, frowned as he watched the billowing smoke.

He is also thinking about this question.

At ten o'clock in the morning, Song Song arrived at Changcheng Distillery on time, and found Han Zhibin's office with ease.

Han Zhibin had been waiting here for a long time, and when he heard the knock on the door, he knew it was Song Song, so he got up and opened the door himself.

The two shook hands business-like.

"Mr. Han, good morning, did I disturb your work?"

"No, I've been waiting for you too. Come in and sit down."

Song Song was welcomed into the office, he turned around and closed the door, Han Zhibin handed him a cigarette, and instead of returning to his place, he sat directly opposite Song Song on both sides of the coffee table.

Han Zhibin simply washed the tea set with pure water, squeezed out some tea leaves and poured them into the teapot.

The hot water in the kettle next to it had already been boiled and was steaming.

Han Zhibin poured water to make tea, and said with a smile, "Xiao Song, how was last night?"

Song Song said with a wry smile: "You and Minister Tang drink too much, I drank too much, and I forgot how I got back last night."

Han Zhibin said, "I see that when you left last night, you were in good condition."

Song Song shook his head and said: "It was okay at the time, but it was over when we got in the car. Haha..."

In fact, Song Song was still conscious all the way to the hotel last night, but after entering the room and locking the door, he collapsed a bit, hugged the toilet directly, vomited wave after wave with his throat closed, and the room smelled bad The smell of alcohol made me almost spit out my stomach acid afterwards.

So much wine was spit out, although the drunkenness was strong but not weak, it did make Song Song feel better, but doing so hurts the throat and stomach too much, this trick cannot be used frequently, and it is easy to get seriously ill after a long time.

The two exchanged a few casual greetings, and then got to the point.

Song Song took out his laptop, turned it on in front of Han Zhibin, and opened the plan that Zhengshang Group had made for Changcheng Distillery.

"Mr. Han, let's start from the beginning." Song Song pointed to the first section and said: "The previous plan made by Zhengshang was to directly send the materials to the winemaking workshop by means of pneumatic conveying from the five grain workshop and the rice husk workshop. Workshop. In fact, I don’t think this plan is very ideal, and it will involve some problems that are not easy to solve.”

Han Zhibin raised his eyebrows: "Didn't you push this plan back then? You also said it was affordable, took up little space, and was very flexible. Are you going to overthrow this plan yourself now?"

Song Song shook his head slowly, without explaining too much, just showing a "you understand" smile.

Han Zhibin realized something, frowned and asked tentatively, "Because the cost of pneumatic transportation is low? Or is it because Zhengshang is good at pneumatic transportation?"

Song Songdao: "When it comes to pneumatic conveying, as far as I know, a company in Singapore is doing the best in our domestic market. But they don't operate in our industry, and focus on high-end powder markets such as milk powder and coffee. Regarding food, the best pneumatic conveying should be Pines, but their prices are extremely high. The best of these domestic companies should be Zhengshang. If you decide to use pneumatic conveying, Changyu Group Competing with Zhengshang on this project should be at a complete disadvantage."

Han Zhibin was a little puzzled: "Since Zhengshang is good at power transmission, why don't you suggest it?"

Song Song patiently explained: "The rice husk is relatively fragile, and there will be a lot of broken cases during the transportation process. If it is discharged as waste at a fixed point, there must be no problem. If it is a conventional material, pneumatic conveying may not be ideal. Rice husk For transportation, I suggest using a belt to convey the safest."

Han Zhibin hadn't thought about this situation before, but after listening to Song Song's analysis, he thought it made sense and nodded frequently.

"What about Wuliang?" Han Zhibin asked again.

Song Songdao: "Wuliang is all powder, and the particle size and bulk density are different. In the process of pneumatic conveying, it is easy to have grading. Once grading, the previously adjusted ratio will be messed up. Therefore, I recommend using scraping for Wuliang. Mechanical conveying such as plate conveyors."

Han Zhibin frowned: "The price is much higher for the transportation distance of several hundred meters!"

Song Song nodded and said: "That's right, but at least the quality of the material can be guaranteed. If the quality of the wine changes due to unstable material quality, the loss will be far more than the extra money invested."

Han Zhibin was moved, and he became more determined in his mind.

This boy Song Song is really worth using!
Han Zhibin stubbed out the cigarette butt in his hand, took a sip of tea unhurriedly, and refilled Song Song and his own teacup: "Xiao Song, let's be honest. Are you willing to help us with this project? What exactly are you planning?" ?”

(End of this chapter)