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Chapter 259 Mr. Shan(1/3)

 Dongfeng City.

Before seven o'clock in the morning, a long queue was already lined up at the entrance of Yonghong Supermarket.

Someone just moved a chair and sat in the team.

A young man with a smart face looked for a target in the team. When he saw an old man behind the team, his eyes lit up and he leaned forward and asked with a smile.

"Uncle, is it okay to buy oak vegetables? Your ranking is not a good idea!"

The old man was secretly annoyed that he was slow and his legs were slow. His granddaughter, who never ate vegetables at home, asked him to eat oak vegetables. He finally got up early in advance and thought he could be ranked first. Who knew that someone was earlier than him, and he was ranked first.

One hundred outside.

It was already annoyed enough, but now there was a young sarcasm inexplicably, and he couldn't hold back his anger.

"No, don't buy groceries, whoever is idle comes to queue up before dawn, what's your business?"

The young man smiled.

"I have a 30-digit position left, do you want it?"

Scalpers?

The old man narrowed his eyes and bought 66 pounds of vegetables to be annoyed enough. He didn't expect that there were scalpers to buy vegetables, so he pretended to be behind his ears.

"What, you want to change your seat with me. Now there are still people who respect the elderly and love the young. It's really rare."

The young man saw that the old man didn't look like a rich man, so he said bluntly.

"Respect the elderly and love the young? Don't joke, the position at 30 is 200 yuan, do you want to love?"

The old man was stunned for a moment, looking at the young man in front of him for a long time and couldn't speak.

Why does this year look like it's back to the planning era? You have to pay for a line to buy vegetables.

Just then.

A middle-aged woman dressed up in a fashionable way quickly pulled out 2 red pages, "No. 30, right? This is 200, give me the position."

"Okay, come with me." The young man took the money and left the old man and led the middle-aged woman to the front of the team.

Then the old man reacted and shouted, "Hey, didn't you sell it to me?"

"Let's hurry up next time."

The young man waved the money in his hand and exchanged the middle-aged woman with his placeholder with a smug look on his face.

"What's this called? How do you get a job when you go back?" The old man sighed, looking at the hundred or so people in front of him, and knew that they could not buy vegetables today, so he had to shake his head and leave.

On the roadside, inside a black car

Cui Yong and the vice president of sales looked at the situation outside through the car window.

"Mr. Cui, these oak vegetables are so easy to sell. Can you buy more goods? I dare to issue a military order. I can sell as many as I can."

Mr. Cui rolled his eyes.

You also need to say that you can sell it if you find a mute.

You think I don't want to order more.

The problem is that my brother-in-law can only provide so much every day.

"There is no chance, there are only so many at present. Find a way to control the number of scalpers. This will affect the company's reputation and let the sales department find a solution. If necessary, the police and the public can cooperate."

The vice president of sales nodded first and then asked tentatively, "Can the price be increased? According to the current situation, it will be 50% higher, and customers can accept it."

Price increase?

Mr. Cui immediately rejected this suggestion.

"No, this is already the highest selling price. I'm going to lower the price a little further. By the way, what does the PR department do for? Why are there so many negative news online, and I haven't processed it yet, waiting for the New Year?"

As oak vegetables have become the focus of news in Dongfeng City, they have also become a tool for some internet celebrities to get traffic.

Especially negative news can attract the attention of netizens, and spreading rumors has no cost. Being caught is nothing more than an apology.

This leads to the negative news about oak vegetables growing exponentially every day.

What oak vegetables are genetically modified vegetables.

The taste is delicious and the addition of some chemical pesticide.

A certain expert suggested that long-term consumption of oak vegetables can cause cancer.

So-and-so caused infertility due to oak vegetables.

After eating oak vegetables, XXX went from ten minutes to two minutes.

...

Cui Yong was extremely annoyed when he saw it. It would be useless to come up with an analysis report issued by an authoritative organization.

In the past two days, several competent departments have been requested to verify the vegetable planting site.

"What suggestions does the PR department make?"

The vice president of sales quickly took out a document, "Well, the Public Relations Department recommends randomly selecting five citizen observers and entering the oak vegetable planting area to broadcast live."

"Okay, let's decide first, let me know if I choose and I will accompany the observer to enter the mountain and go."

Mr. Cui nodded and ordered the driver to drive away.

Just after leaving, the supermarket started to open and the rolling gate just rose.

Customers lined up to flock to the supermarket. The security guards were grieving and loudly maintained order in a heart-wrenching voice, and began their daily sumo wrestling time.

...

In the old warehouse.

Li Hongbing accompanied Shanxing to walk around the warehouse inside and out, silently listening to Brother Hongbing's future plan for Qixiangsan Factory, with a yearning look in his eyes.

Suddenly.

Li Hongbing held Shan Xing's palm.

"Xing'er, come and manage the factory!"

Ah!

Shan Xing was stunned for a moment and looked at Brother Hongbing in surprise.

"I've thought about it a long time ago. It's not a big deal to keep you at home all day. I'll be relieved to leave Qixiang San Factory to you." Li Hongbing said seriously.

Shan Xing was a little moved by this, but she was just a mountain woman. She would not manage the factory and didn't know anything. What if Brother Hongbing was delayed?

"Brother, I can't do it, I can't do anything."

Hearing Shan Xing's refusal, Li Hongbing smiled and encouraged, "Don't be afraid, you can learn slowly, no one is born to know, I will teach you."

"Then...I'll try." Shan Xing asked carefully.

"That's right." Li Hongbing clapped his hands and turned his head to Li Hongqi who was slacking off, "Hongqi, go find a small blackboard and move tables and chairs over. The mountain always wants to recruit workers."

Shanmao?

Li Hongqi was confused, but when she saw Shan Xing's shy expression, she admired her and gave a thumbs up at Hongbing Brother and turned around and left.

When I came back, I carried a table and chair and a small blackboard.

Li Hongbing took the blackboard and wrote and painted it with chalk. When he turned it over, he had a few lines of words on it.

Recruiting Qixiang San workers.

Number of people: 6 [female]

Requirements: Under 50 years old, primary school education level, obey management.

Salary: 2,000 yuan/month

Li Hongbing specifically writes out the age requirements, because Qixiangsan factory has a lot of work to carry back and forth, and it is too intense for some older women.

The small blackboard is swaying in front of the table and pushing Shanxing onto the chair.

"You are the general manager, you are responsible for the recruitment."

Ah!

Shan Xing looked confused.

"Brother, I don't know."

"Simple, if you think you can, please let anyone do it." Li Hongbing stood aside casually.

The villagers passed by saw the contents of the small blackboard and read out the recruitment contents with their words.

The smarter villagers immediately turned around and ran home.

Some villagers were also scared by Daquan, worried that they would be the same as last time. They almost couldn't get their wages back after working for a month to the end.

At this time.

Tiemei, Xiu'e, Chunlan, and Yuzhi came to the old warehouse to deliver water to the men working.
To be continued...
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