Reborn: Still want me to be the receiver? impossible

After eating at the state-owned hotel with Xiao Wenhao, the two of them went about their own business.

They have discussed in detail the packaging company's next product development and future development.

Watching Xiao Wenhao's leaving figure, Shu Zhiqiang started the car and went straight to the north gate.

There is a short bridge at the north entrance, which separates the county town from the township.

After crossing the short bridge, you will find Qili Township, Liu Guihua’s hometown.

The road here is a bit difficult to walk on, and driving up and down is very bumpy.

If you want to make people rich, how can you get rich if people are reluctant to enter the city on such a dirt road?

Shu Zhiqiang shook his head, and worried about whether the car would fall apart, he came to a large tile-roofed building factory.

This is the pickled vegetable factory he and Liu Guihua jointly built. He has not even visited it for several months since it was built.

To say that he doesn't care is out of the question.

The original intention of opening the factory in partnership with Liu Guihua was to supply instant noodles to Chef Kang.

After all, in a few years, when China has no shortage of supplies, beef noodles should be launched and put on the market.

If we produce sauerkraut and beef noodles by then, we won’t have to buy old phlegm and cigarette butts.

But the beef noodles have not been produced yet, and other things cannot be separated from him.

So he didn't pay much attention to the pickled cabbage factory.

"Comrade, who are you looking for?"

There were many women walking in and out of the gate. When they saw Shu Zhiqiang, they stepped forward and asked.

Look, even the employees don't know this boss, which shows how incompetent Shu Zhiqiang is.

He smiled and said, "Comrade, I'm looking for Liu Guihua."

"Looking for the factory director, what's your name?"

There was a hint of curiosity on the woman's face, she looked Shu Zhiqiang up and down and then asked.

"Shu Zhiqiang."

After some questioning, Shu Zhiqiang finally met Liu Guihua.

"Hey, who is this?" Seeing Shu Zhiqiang, Liu Guihua's tone was obviously a little unhappy.

Shu Zhiqiang laughed and said, "Director Liu, you should eat more walnuts."

"It's been so long since we last met, and you don't recognize the major shareholder anymore?"

"You've only been here a few times, and you still know that you are the major shareholder?" Liu Guihua sneered, with a look of displeasure on her face.

It was agreed that she would only be responsible for making pickled vegetables, but it turned out that she was responsible for building the factory and recruiting people.

Now it's even more outrageous, she has directly become the director of the pickled vegetable factory.

And the guy in front of me only contributed money and never showed up for anything else.

“Hey, I’m really sorry;

I'm not busy, please give Director Liu a little more understanding. "Shu Zhiqiang knew that he was in the wrong, so he apologized and asked for understanding.

Liu Guihua rolled her eyes, knowing that she would gain nothing by arguing with the other party.

So she waved her hand and said, "Forget it, who told me to have a good temper?"

Shu Zhiqiang smiled, nodded in agreement and praised for a while.

Liu Guihua rolled her eyes, turned around and led Shu Zhiqiang towards the factory.

The pickled vegetable factory covers an area of ​​50 acres and is built with red bricks and cement, but the roofs are all tiles.

Many people have left the factory, but they are all middle-aged women in their thirties and forties.

There are also some old people with silver-grey heads and nimble legs and feet.

After walking around, Shu Zhiqiang saw no more than five men in the factory.

Liu Guihua seemed to see Shu Zhiqiang's doubts, so she explained as she walked.

“Our pickled vegetable factory has basically been built, and these people are all craftsmen I hired from the town;

The men in their families have to work in the fields, so only they have time to make pickled vegetables;

We moved all the porcelain jars from home and tried to produce a batch of sauerkraut first. "

After hearing this, Shu Zhiqiang nodded in realization.

He said: "The porcelain jar issue is easy to solve. You can go to Manager Huang from Shunfeng Logistics."

“They have a lot of business now, and they basically have to go to Taoyang Town every two or three days;

You can communicate with them and ask them to help contact a porcelain factory;

Let’s see if we can cooperate for a long time so that we can get some discounts…”

"Am I going again?" Liu Guihua was startled, looked at Shu Zhiqiang and pointed at herself in surprise.

"Of course it's you, now you are the director and technical director of the pickle factory;

Isn’t it up to you to decide what kind of porcelain jar is needed and how much to use? "Shu Zhiqiang nodded and said matter-of-factly.

When Liu Guihua heard this, she felt that what the other party said was quite reasonable.

Apart from myself who knows what kind of clay pot to use for pickling vegetables and what specifications, others really don’t know either.

Helpless, she could only snort coldly: "I really got on your pirate ship!"

"Don't say that, it's easy for people to misunderstand." Shu Zhiqiang quickly waved his hand and corrected.

"Didn't you pickle some sauerkraut first? Can you give me a taste?"

"It's okay, as long as you don't mind the time when you haven't arrived yet."

Liu Guihua did not refuse, and then asked someone to bring out some pickled sauerkraut.

The sauerkraut here uses the big yellow buds, and one slice fills half a plate.

Under the gossipy eyes of the employees, Liu Guihua handed the pickled cabbage to Shu Zhiqiang and said, "You can eat it."

Shu Zhiqiang was not polite, picked up a piece with his fingers and stuffed it into his mouth.

Sour and salty…

His eyes lit up, he nodded and said, "Yes, this is the flavor!"

"Besides sauerkraut, are there any other products in the factory?"

Liu Guihua shook her head and said: "The factory has not started production yet, how can there be other products."

"But there are many kinds of pickled vegetables, such as sauerkraut, pickled mustard, vegetable roots, dried radish, fermented bean curd...

Every household in our town grows these vegetables, so there is no need to go to the market to buy them;

So as long as there are enough jars, we can produce it. "

In other words, as long as the porcelain jars are in place, the pickled vegetable factory can start operation.

Shu Zhiqiang's eyes lit up, he nodded and said, "Okay, I'll go back and talk to Huang Jidong later."

"Then you just go to him directly and let me know when the product comes out."

Liu Guihua nodded and suddenly thought of something.

She quickly shouted: "By the way, the factory hasn't been named yet."

Shu Zhiqiang waved his hand and said decisively: "What's the name? It's called Osmanthus Pickled Vegetable Factory."

Liu Guihua's expression changed and she shook her head quickly: "No! How can you name it after me?

And when other people heard the name, they thought it was pickled osmanthus! "

Uh……

Shu Zhiqiang pondered for a moment and felt that this was really a possibility.

So he thought about it again and said, "Then let's call it Grandma Liu's Pickled Vegetable Factory."

Liu Guihua's eyes widened and she yelled angrily: "You are the grandma! Your whole family is the grandma!"

She is only in her early twenties, how can she become a grandma?

After being scolded for no reason, Shu Zhiqiang's face was filled with injustice.

The corner of his mouth twitched and he smiled: "I know you are in a hurry, but you need to listen to my explanation first."

"If you don't listen, you can call Sister Liu's Pickled Vegetable Factory..."