Reborn at 90, taking space to counterattack and become rich

Zhao Changping picked up his chopsticks and asked, "Director Xia, is this the product you plan to make?"

The chili looked average, nothing special.

"Yes, that's it. You try it and then we discuss it." Xia Chutang was full of confidence.

The three of them looked at each other, and their first reactions were all negative.

Xia Yan knew what was going on and smiled: "Director Xia is so confident, I think this pepper must taste good, so let's try it!"

Even if this chili doesn't taste good later, Xia Yan will figure out how to flatter him.

Apart from anything else, the bicycle the girl bought was enough for him to do this.

Xia Yan was the first to reach out, pick up the chili from the lunch box, and put it into his mouth.

Then... his expression suddenly changed, his eyes widened with an incredible expression.

"How is it?" Xia Chutang asked with a smile.

The other two people were also observing Xia Yan's expression. They saw his eyes widened like copper bells with some tears. They were both a little confused.

Could it be that this chili pepper has taken its unpalatable taste to a new level? Made the young man cry?

"It's so... so delicious!"

After Xia Yan finished speaking, he reached out and picked up another chili pepper and put it into his mouth. He exhaled and jumped: "It's so spicy! It's so spicy!"

Xia Chutang picked up the water glass and handed it over: "This chili is quite spicy, so you don't dare to eat it like this. But does it taste good?"

"It's more than okay!"

Xia Yan drank a glass of water and said, "This is the best pickled spicy food I have ever tasted!"

Hearing Xia Yan's frequent compliments, Zhao Changping was heartbroken. He didn't know whether this guy was serious or just trying to flatter him.

Zhao Changping also picked up a spicy stick with doubts.

Upon entering, Zhao Changping's face turned red.

He was not good at eating spicy food, but in order to taste it, he still chewed it slowly.

"This chili is really good." Zhao Changping commented after eating.

Zhang Qiaohua also took a bite and nodded frequently, "Director Xia, this spicy food is delicious. But...how are we going to produce and package it?"

"This is what I want to discuss with you."

Xia Chutang looked at the three of them and said, "How can we maintain quality and quantity of production while ensuring that the taste of chili peppers is restored?"

Zhao Changping adjusted his glasses and said, "Director Xia, I have two ideas here."

"Gong Zhao, tell me!"

Xia Chutang checked Zhao Changping's file and found that this person was a talented person, a junior college student and he went to university in Nancheng.

I don’t know how I ended up in this small food factory in Xihai.

"The first is a traditional method of marinating in a large vat. Its advantage is that it saves money, but its shortcomings are also obvious: it is unhygienic and has a low yield rate."

Naturally, Xia Chutang would not choose this one, and continued: "What about the other one?"

"The second option is to introduce pickle pickling equipment. It will also be paired with vegetable cleaning equipment. The advantages of this solution are high efficiency and hygiene. But... the equipment requires a lot of investment."

"How much do these two pieces of equipment cost?" Xia Chutang asked.

Zhao Changping thought for a while and said: "I saw it at a classmate's factory last year. The price at that time was about 5000 yuan. It should be cheaper this year. But it will also cost several thousand more."

"Your classmate?"

"My college classmates are at the Xingyuan Food Factory in Nancheng."

Xia Chutang said "Oh" and didn't ask any more questions.

Seeing that the girl had nothing to say, Zhao Changping's eyes flashed with disappointment.

He has always been concerned about technological developments in food processing.

In the past, when Qiu Zhi was here, he suggested several product developments, but because he needed to purchase advanced equipment, Qiu Zhi rejected them all.

After hitting the wall several times, his heart became cold.

In Qiuzhi Food Factory, he was left eating and waiting to die.

Until the factory couldn't make a dime, he lost all hope and went to work as a temporary laborer in a flour factory...

I remember Qiu Zhi often said: "I contract the food factory to make money, not to spend money. The old one is not broken, why buy new equipment!"

Seeing Xia Chutang's eyebrows furrowed, Zhao Changping thought to himself that this girl might not be willing to invest money in equipment.

When Xia Yan saw that the atmosphere was a little stiff, he smiled and said, "Actually, we don't necessarily need to buy new equipment. Let's just find workers and buy dozens of large vegetable vats. If it doesn't sell well, we won't feel bad."

"If you consider the cost, this local method will work." Zhao Changping said helplessly.

The girl's fingertips tapped rhythmically on the desk, and she rejected it directly: "No. In our food industry, hygiene is the most important thing. Mass production using local methods is unrealistic, and there is no way to ensure food hygiene."

Xia Yan was stunned and confused: "Director, what do you mean..."

“Equipment has to be bought.”

Xia Chutang looked at Zhao Changping and said seriously: "Mr. Zhao, if you buy equipment, how long will it take to get it in place? In addition, can the equipment you mentioned can guarantee the production of my pickled peppers, and how many operators are needed."

"This one……"

Zhao Changping was asked a series of questions by the girl.

"Director Xia, I just know that there is a machine for making pickles, but about your questions... I need to ask my classmate for advice."

Zhao Changping only knew that food processing in the south had tended to be mechanically automated.

Instead, the West China Sea side still relies on artificial intelligence.

He didn't have an in-depth understanding of how it was done, labor costs and other details.

Every time he wanted to go south to attend a food seminar, Qiu Zhi would send him away because he had no money.

"How long will it take for you to give me detailed information? In addition, to purchase equipment, we need to go to the south, right? When the machine comes, is there any guarantee for debugging and maintenance?"

"This one……"

Zhao Changping was unable to answer the question for the second time.

Blushing: "Director Xia, I need to understand these issues."

"How soon can you give me news?" Xia Chutang asked.

"tomorrow?"

Zhao Changping was not sure: "I need to ask my classmate for advice. But I'm not sure he has time."

Zhao Changping's classmate majored in the same university as him and stayed in a food factory in Nancheng after graduation.

On the contrary to his stagnation, his company often organizes study trips and even visits abroad.

Unlike him, his good years were completely spent in Qiuzhi Food Factory.

"Gong Zhao, I will give you three days to sort out and collect this information. On Wednesday night, you call me and I will contact you."

Xia Chutang did not embarrass Zhao Changping. He noticed his embarrassment and comforted him: "Our food processing is backward. It's normal for you to have information gaps. Don't think too much."

"Thank you..." Zhao Changping was grateful.

After coming out of the office, Zhao Changping took off his glasses and wiped the lenses, his face full of relief.

"Gong Zhao, you look in a good mood!"

Xia Yan patted the man's shoulder and smiled playfully: "Do you think Director Xia is pretty good?"

Zhao Changping nodded with yearning on his face: "Xiao Xia, this Factory Director Xia has different ideas from me. Maybe... our food factory can really be built!"

"Hey, I didn't think too much about it. Director Xia is a good boss anyway."

Xia Yan patted the bicycle and smiled, "I think if you work hard with Director Xia, you will get better treatment in the future!"

Zhang Qiaohua, who was standing next to him, also rarely interjected: "I think so too... Director Xia is a very nice person."

"Then the three of us will work hard!"

Xia Yan stretched out his hand and blinked hard at the two of them.

Zhao Changping felt that he was several years younger and put his hand on the back of Xia Yan's hand. Zhang Qiaohua blushed and put his hand on it too.

Under the fiery red sunset, the three of them shouted in unison: "Come on!"