Reborn in Changbai Mountain, I rely on my divine eyes to dig ginseng and hunt

Sun Pingjun took the car keys and was at a loss. Although he was born into a scholar family, he was proficient in mechanical things as soon as he got started. In the half month since he came to the kimchi factory, he had obtained a tractor driver's license and a car driver's license. His learning ability was quite strong and he was very self-disciplined.

"Director, I. You treat me like a national hero, and I will repay you like a national hero."

Liu Xia Lian said with a smile: "Don't be jealous, I'm just a self-employed person who runs a small factory. There's no point in bragging, just work hard, the salary and benefits won't be a loss for you."

"Okay, Director, please rest assured that I will complete the task."

"The four light trucks belong to the First Transport Team, but the four drivers are stationed in the provincial capital, and the right to dispatch them lies with the Sales Department. In addition to the kimchi factory's own use, our restaurants and garment factories are all sister units. If they need the trucks, they must be dispatched in a timely manner and must not be delayed."

"A good factory manager will never let this happen."

Xu Shiba drove away Liu Xia Lian's old jeep and gave a business car to Mr. Sun from the sales department. The other one was naturally given to his good friend Li Damei.

The main consideration for allocating vehicles is their purpose. When we were originally in the forest farm and the county town, we were engaged in retail, and purchasing goods twice or three times a month was enough.

But now, we have developed from retail to wholesale and retail, especially after the radio advertising. In just one month, we have developed more than one hundred stalls in the provincial capital. Each stall has an average of more than ten items of goods, which means more than one thousand pieces of clothing a day. The sales volume is very rapid, not to mention shoes.

When Liu Xialian and Daya drove to Damei Clothing Store, Li Damei was adjusting the merchandise. Summer clothes were on sale, and they had to sell them quickly even if they made less money. Clothing styles change every year, and the popular summer clothes this year will be old-fashioned next year, and they won't sell for the same price no matter how new they are.

"Ding ding, ding ding." Liu Xia Lian pressed the car horn.

Li Damei cursed: "Are you showing off your car?"

Liu Xia Lian pressed twice more, and a salesperson said, "Mr. Li, it seems to be Sister Xia Lian."

Li Damei went to the door and saw a brand new commercial vehicle with two people sitting in it: "Sister, Daya, why are you two here?"

"I gave you a car. How about it? Do you like it?"

Li Damei was so surprised that she was happier than seeing her boyfriend. She smiled and said, "Really? You are not kidding me."

"Really? There are three in total. I gave one to Mr. Sun, one for me, and one for you."

"Wow, that's great, I want to try it out."

Li Damei had driven the car early in the morning, and the original jeep had been driven several times.

Liu Xialian sat next to him and gave instructions: "This car accelerates quickly, so step on the accelerator gently, don't use too much force, and drive slowly."

"Don't worry, I'm an experienced driver." Li Damei drove the car onto the road. There were not many cars at this time.

It was in second gear when I came over. I pressed the clutch to shift to third gear, stepped on the accelerator, and the car flew out at a speed of 70 or 80 hours. It felt like a damn push on my back.

"Ah, too fast." Li Damei screamed, and then she braked suddenly, almost sending Liu Xia Lian and Daya away.

"Damei, let's find a place to practice properly, or I won't send you off. This is a bit scary, and it's not a joke."

"No, I can do it, don't worry." Li Damei sat upright and drove seriously. After getting familiar with the performance of the vehicle, she drove much more steadily.

This car's off-road performance is not as good as that of a jeep, but its acceleration and stable driving are quite outstanding, otherwise it would not have been given the title of Toyota's Little Overlord.

Liu Xia Lian thought about it again and again and said, "Da Mei, I can't hurt you. If you do this, find a place to practice for five days before going on the road. You have to pay attention to your own safety and the safety of pedestrians."

"Okay, sister. I promise, I will practice hard. But can the two rows of seats at the back be removed? This will make it much more convenient to go to the train station to transport goods."

"No need to dismantle it. A small amount can be loaded. If the amount is large, the office now has light trucks. I have told the fleet that the brother units must arrange for vehicles."

"That's great. Now the clothing store has a car. But I still have to worry about it at night. I have to put it in the yard and lock the gate."

Li Damei was like a child who got a toy. She took a salesperson with a driver's license to the suburbs to practice driving.

The quality of driving skills has little to do with gender; it mainly depends on practice. Most bus drivers are women, and they all have good driving skills.

Liu Xialian was relieved to see that everything was running smoothly in the provincial capital and that kimchi and vegetables were delivered here every day. Liu Xialian was not idle these two days. She took out a thousand kilograms of blueberries from the space in the office, and packed them in exquisite packaging boxes made by the printing factory. Each box weighed 2.5 taels, and put them in the refrigerated carriage, and sent them to Pengcheng together with corn.

In Pengcheng, Chen Guoqing still has some concerns about the sales of blueberries, because he knows the people in Hong Kong too well. Price is not an issue, and they don’t care about a few cents more or less, but they will think that those imported from the United States are better and look down on domestically produced ones.

The person who came with the goods was Li Meng, who was also an acquaintance of Chen Guoqing.

"Boss Chen, here is a letter from Sister Xia Lian. Please take a good look at it."

"Okay, thank you for your hard work."

Since the last time at the Wong Tai Sin vegetable market, Chen Guoqing, under the protection of Mountain Eagle, has become the largest fruit and vegetable stall in the market, expanding from the original 200 square meters to 400 square meters, and from the original net profit of 10,000 a day to the current net profit of 20,000 a day. This is mainly because of Liu Xia Lian's face.

Corn and beans are selling very well in the Northeast, but blueberries are not so popular now. Liu Xialian wrote a letter to reiterate that blueberries here are nourished by the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. Long-term consumption has the effects of beautifying the skin, resisting aging, protecting the eyes, and enhancing memory. The effects are very real and there is no exaggeration. It is recommended to give them to major newspapers for free first, and then advertise them after they approve of the effect.

Chen Guoqing took a look at the packaging box, it was quite good, one box weighed two and a half taels, and the price upon arrival was sixty cents a box. Chen Guoqing added twenty cents to the price, and the retail price was one yuan and twenty cents.

Li Meng said: "This fruit has a very good effect. Anyone who eats it will know. Look at my face. I used to feel tired when I took the train. I ate a box of blueberries every day these two days and I feel refreshed."

"Okay, I believe what Sister Xia Lian said 100%, but I'm afraid the newspapers won't believe it. I'll send it to the newspapers tomorrow, 10 kilograms to each newspaper first. If they're satisfied with the taste, I'll put the advertisement in."

Chen Guoqing personally went to handle this matter. He selected three major newspapers in Gangcheng. Two of them were divided up among their editors, and no one took it seriously. People in Gangcheng had a natural sense of superiority and looked down on the fruits of Changbai Mountain at all.

There is only one, Hong Kong City Weekly, which has four newspapers under its jurisdiction and a weekly circulation of more than 500,000 copies. It is a well-deserved major newspaper and its advertising effect is also amazing.

The editor-in-chief is a 55-year-old woman named Zhuang Die. Like Mr. Jin, she is from Hangzhou and has deep feelings for the mainland.

Chen Guoqing didn't see her, but handed it to her assistant. Zhuang Die was very disdainful after reading the letter written by Chen Guoqing. Although she didn't think the imported goods from the United States were good, she also thought that the fruits from Changbai Mountain couldn't have such uses. They can also beautify the skin, resist aging, and improve memory. Isn't this a magic pill?