Reborn: Still want me to be the receiver? impossible

After leaving the conference room, Shu Zhiqiang couldn't help but stretched out his hand and twisted his neck.

I didn't get to this level in my previous life, so I didn't know that a tea party could be so irritating.

Now that I have participated for a while, I will definitely not do it again.

Then he drove his car straight to Xuanxuan Snack Factory...

Even though it was the Mid-Autumn Festival, there were still people working in the factory.

Voluntary overtime and triple wage subsidy can make many people give up their vacation time to reunite with their families.

Most of these employees are locals. Working overtime does not affect their reunion at night, but they can get a few more dollars in wages.

Moreover, the production of mooncakes has already been delayed, so we cannot relax in the past two days.

Especially after Shu Zhiqiang heard Meng Ying's report, he was even more upset.

"What! The mooncakes put on the market in the past two days were sold out yesterday afternoon?"

Meng Ying nodded and said: "Yes, the purchasing departments of many state-owned units came to us yesterday and said they were purchasing Mid-Autumn Festival benefits for their employees:

So before I could hold on until the evening, the mooncakes that were rushed out were sold out;

The purchasing departments of textile and garment factories came last and they didn’t buy anything..."

Uh…

Shu Zhiqiang's expression froze and he quickly asked: "What next?"

My father-in-law and brother-in-law came to support me and bought Mid-Autumn Festival benefits for the employees, but they didn’t get any!

Will I be blamed to death if I pick them up to take them home for hot pot later?

Meng Ying continued: “Then they said they could wait, so we sent a batch over before they got off work;

I heard from comrades from the Ministry of Transportation that their factory’s Mid-Autumn Festival welfare was distributed at the factory gate. "

Shu Zhiqiang's mouth twitched, and he secretly thought that his father-in-law and brother-in-law really worked hard!

He nodded, looked at Meng Ying and said, "Okay, is there any stock in the warehouse now?"

Meng Ying shook her head quickly and complained: "What kind of inventory do we have? The franchisees don't even have enough."

Their factory works 24 hours a day these days, and the mooncakes they produce are just enough to supply Hongcheng and Zhongling.

There are franchisees in several other cities who are still pressing for supplies and cannot supply them at all.

And this is the sales situation of Xuanxuan Snack Shop, and dealers in various cities are also asking if they have mooncakes.

Shu Zhiqiang had no choice but to look at the other party and asked: "Is there a few dozen copies that will come out?"

Meng Ying nodded quickly: "I have dozens of necessary ones. Even if I don't have them, I can make them quickly."

"Okay, then I'll take dozens of copies first!"

Shu Zhiqiang hummed, then told Meng Ying about the cooperation with the candy factory and asked the other party to get started.

"Boss, you even took down the candy factory?" Meng Ying's eyes lit up and she looked at Shu Zhiqiang in surprise.

Seeing the other party making such a fuss, Shu Zhiqiang suddenly realized something.

He looked at Meng Ying seriously and said seriously: "Director Meng, I know that what you are showing now is not all of your abilities."

“A qualified operations director will never ask his boss for instructions on everything;

In fact, you don’t have to hide it from me, show your true abilities;

If you don't let me see your excellence, how can I trust you to hand over the position of President of Operations to you after our group is established in the future? "

Since the snack factory was handed over to the other party, the factory has maintained its original appearance.

Although nothing happened, Shu Zhiqiang didn't want to rest on his laurels.

The university where Meng Ying graduated is also a special zone, so there is no way she could be inferior to Ganquan.

"Boss, you want me to be the president of the group operations department?"

Meng Ying was very surprised when she heard the news and looked at Shu Zhiqiang with shock in her eyes.

"Of course." Shu Zhiqiang nodded and said matter-of-factly: "You are willing to give up the opportunity to work in the special zone and come to be the factory director for me;

I must take you seriously and entrust you with important responsibilities! "

Hearing this, Meng Ying nodded excitedly: "Don't worry, boss!"

"Don't worry, leave the factory to me. I will definitely make great achievements..."

"Okay, don't put any burden on yourself, just know it well." Shu Zhiqiang waved his hand and did not force it.

After feeding Meng Ying a few bites of pie, Shu Zhiqiang asked Meng Ying to go back from get off work early to spend time with her family.

Then he went to the warehouse and took away dozens of mooncakes, and went straight to Yangjia Road...

………!

Zhongling No. 2 Middle School is located at the three-way intersection in the middle of Renmin Avenue. On the right is Fenghuang Street, the underground vegetable market, and on the left is Yangjia Road.

There is a lot of traffic here, so it is a good place to set up a stall and do business.

Shulong and his wife set up a stall at the Yangjia intersection and sold fried dough sticks.

His stall has no storefront, just a few stools on a steep slope.

There was a wooden board placed on top of the stool. Shu Long sat beside the wooden board, holding the dough in his hands, patting it and kneading it...

Then cut it into long strips, stack the two strips together, and stamp them in the middle with a wood chip;

Then he pinched both ends with both hands, stretched it slightly and threw it into the oil pan aside.

Zhou Muying was right next to the oil pan, holding two half-meter-long chopsticks and constantly turning the fried dough sticks in the oil pan.

When the long strips that were thrown in began to expand several times, turned golden, and then browned, Zhou Muying picked up the fried dough sticks and put them into the iron oil leakage basket on the side.

They used an iron stove that burned wood, and the smoke was so thick that they couldn't open their eyes.

But they didn't pay attention, waved their hands and continued what they were doing.

Although stalls like theirs look unhygienic, business is still good.

When pedestrians coming and going see them, they can't help but come up and buy one or two.

Seeing more and more dimes and cents in the bucket, Zhou Muying happily wiped the dust from her face.

She turned her head to look at Shu Long and said with a smile: "Young man with a big shell head must be good at business;

You see, we have made more than ten yuan in these days, which is more than what we made in two or three months working in the village. "

Shu Long paused in his hand movements, nodded and said, "Yes, I finally understand why Qiangzi can make so much money."

Just selling fried dough sticks, you can make hundreds of dollars every month.

He didn't dare to think about how much money Qiangzi could make by opening a factory or store?

And Zhou Muying also understood at this time why Hu Le wanted them to have a good relationship with Qiangzi in the first place.

But she quickly shook her head and said, "No matter how much money he makes, he won't share it with us!"

"We, if we can make hundreds of dollars a month, are better than many people!"

Shu Long nodded, looked at the other person's face and said, "Thank you for your hard work!"

"No need to work hard, just live a good life."

Just as the two were encouraging each other, a figure suddenly appeared in front of their stall.

"Boss, bring me a thousand fried dough sticks."

???

Shu Long and his wife were stunned for a moment, wondering if they had heard wrongly.

A thousand fried dough sticks! Can you finish eating?

They immediately looked up and found that it was Shu Zhiqiang standing in front of the stall!