Reborn with a Cell Phone 2007

Wanghu Tea Factory is a small state-owned tea factory in a prefecture-level city in Hubei Province. It is not large and not well-known, with an annual output value of only a few million.

In winter, the tea factory stops production and the tea mountains fall into sleep. When the sun is high in the sky, workers carry hoes and walk slowly on the paths in the tea garden. Men pass cigarettes to each other and talk about the cards they played last night and the wine they drank the day before; women show each other new clothes and jewelry and talk about winter vegetable prices and disobedient children.

The middle-aged woman in charge of weeding and loosening the soil dug two hoes, then stood up and pounded her shoulders, neck and lumbar spine, and complained to her colleague beside her: "My life is miserable. I am old, my waist and shoulders are not good, and I still have to do this strenuous work."

"Hey, everyone is like that," the woman nearby echoed.

"Director Liao is here!"

Someone shouted and the workers stretched their necks to look at the entrance of the tea garden. When they saw a familiar figure, they quickly looked away and waved their hoes with grunts.

The middle-aged man was short and stout, wearing an expensive but old black mink coat that was frayed. He kept cursing as he walked along: "Don't give me any help. I saw you digging this field last week. How many days ago were you still digging here?"

"An unlucky egg-tamper!"

"You've never had milk since you were born? You can't even swing a hoe!"

"You are such a fool! Those are tea tree seedlings. Are you weeding or weeding the seedlings?!"

……

Director Liao cursed in the tea garden for an hour while the workers finished a whole day's work.

Liao Da, whose throat was slightly sore, turned around and drained the workers' energy. He knew how lazy those people were without looking back - not much different from opium addicts.

Liao Da returned to his office, made himself a cup of boiling hot tea, blew on it again and again, but it still burned the tip of his tongue.

There was a knock on the office door, and before Liao Da could finish saying "come in", the door was pushed open.

Standing at the door was a smiling little girl of about ten years old, with fair skin and extraordinary temperament. The boy next to her was standing tall and straight, like a pine or cypress, and he looked at him curiously.

"Hello, Director Liao."

The girl spoke with a smile, her voice as sweet as mountain spring water.

Liao Da asked: "Whose family are you from? Are you here to see your parents?"

"Come to you."

Ji Shumiao said this unceremoniously and sat down on the chair in front of his desk, and Ji Shulang followed closely and sat down on another chair.

Liao Da was confused: "I don't know you."

Ji Shumiao held a folding fan in his hand and placed it on the table, resting his chin on the back of his hand. He smiled at him with evil humor and said shamelessly, "Let me introduce myself. I am your future boss, Ji Shumiao, and this is your other boss, Ji Shulang."

Liao Da was slightly impatient: "Whose children are you from? Why are you making fun of me?"

Ji Shulang took out the construction drawings of the matcha factory and the business plan of Shuxianghe Tea Co., Ltd. from his bag and handed them to him: "This is a small business at home for us brothers and sisters to practice. We know that Director Liao is smart and capable, so we want to invite you to be the director."

No matter what, you have to save your face.

"What a joke?" Liao Da looked angry, his eyes fell on the information on the table, his brows furrowed.

The Matcha Factory was the direction he had thought of to reform the Wanghu Tea Factory, but as soon as he had the idea, it was completely rejected by everyone from top to bottom.

This small tea factory has a lot of problems. Its equipment is old, its products are uncompetitive, and its employee relationships are complicated. They are all relatives and friends. They can't lay off employees or afford to hire them. Everyone is slacking off at work. If you're willing to work, there's always work for you.

Liao Da had long wanted to reform, but unfortunately he was powerless.

Ji Shumiao: "Read it and then decide if I'm joking."

"Shuxiang Crane." Liao Da repeated the name, "Shuxiang's white teeth have a lingering taste, and I feel that the crane's heart is connected to the dark."

"Yes, yes, the name I came up with is great, isn't it?" Ji Shumiao asked proudly.

Liao Da glanced at the two of them and saw that they looked calm and didn't want to make fun of him, so he picked up the business plan and started reading it. He went from skimming through it to carefully reading it.

Ji Shumiao did not rush him. She used his teacup to heat it slightly and poured a cup of tea for herself and Ji Shulang.

After they finished their cup of tea, and the hot tea in Liao Da's hand was no longer hot, Liao Da suddenly raised his head and asked, "Who wrote this?"

After reading the whole thing, he felt completely refreshed. Everything he could think of and could not think of was written in this plan.

"Me!" Ji Shumiao replied, "Are you old enough to be my boss?"

Liao Da straightened up, leaned back in his chair, and looked at her leisurely: "Do you know how to be a boss?"

"Of course you have to know how to use people." Ji Shumiao unfolded the folding fan in his hand: "Along the River During the Qingming Festival, the prosperous Qingming era, great ambitions."

"But today I won't talk to you about ideals." Ji Shumiao closed his folding fan and put away the smile on his face. "Let's talk about reality, Director Liao. A monthly salary of 5,000 yuan, plus rice, flour, grain and oil for festivals, is that enough for you to support your family?"

Liao Da has two children and his wife has been unemployed for many years. He lives in poverty. In his previous life, he made a mistake and embezzled public funds. After being discovered, he was imprisoned for three years. After being released from prison, he faced the dilemma of being broke and jobless. After ten years of ups and downs, he succeeded in starting a business before Ji Shumiao fell to his death in his previous life, and appeared in the public eye with his own tea brand.

"You little kid, you're talking to me about raising a family?" Liao Da said with disdain, "Do you know how expensive firewood, rice, oil and salt are?"

"Of course I know. I also know that your wife is ill in bed, and one of your two children is going to take the college entrance examination, and the other is going to take the high school entrance examination." Ji Shumiao said, "One hundred thousand for resettlement, thirty thousand monthly salary, and an option contract."

“Options?”

"In three years, Shuxianghe's valuation will exceed 2 million. You can use the first two years for expansion. In the third year, I want a net profit of more than million. If you meet these two conditions, I will give you % of the company's shares."

High salaries keep people honest. It would be impolite if you are still greedy.

Liao Da picked up the cold tea and took a sip: "The little girl is quite arrogant."

"I've told you not to look at age." Ji Shumiao spread his hands helplessly, "Of course a child can do some small business. This little money doesn't require the help of the adults in the family. My brother and I still have to go to school. We don't have the time to guard this little money every day."

Ji Shumiao: "There are nine-headed birds in the sky and Hubei people on the ground. Uncle Liao, if you want to update the equipment, you have to spend half a year to submit reports and go through procedures. You have ambitions in your heart, but you are stuck in this ditch and can't display them. Are you really willing? We only want efficiency, and the Matcha Factory can give you the maximum power."

Ji Shulang seemed impatient and said, "If it's OK, then it's OK. If it's not OK, then it's not OK. Give me a word."

"I will think about it."

"Okay, you think about it." Ji Shumiao took out a notebook from his bag and wrote down his phone number. "I don't have much time to think about it. The matcha factory will start operation next month. You have to think clearly about where to set up the office in advance."

Ji Shumiao handed him the phone number, pointed to the design drawings of the matcha factory on the table, and then turned and left.

After the two men left, Liao Da opened the design drawing, and his hand unconsciously touched the factory and the office building.

He wants a south-facing office with good sunlight.