Lin Dong's further explanation made the three people, including Wang Quan, have a basic assessment and prediction for this originally unclear transaction. Wang Quan's face was filled with a smile, "What do you think of Lao Zhang and Lao Li?"

"Mr. Lin said so, what else can he think?" Zhang Haoming changed his previous attitude and said boldly: "It's just a few million, at most it's our profit for a few days. If these people are really so cool, it's just a matter of minutes to make a profit."

Li Hong nodded with a smile, but did not speak.

"Okay, since there is no objection, I will reply to Song Pengfei."

Wang Quan looked at the screen and asked again: "Old Li, how are the workers on Tongluo doing?"

"fine."

Speaking of the topic here, Li Hong's smile became stronger. "Many workers have submitted resignation reports. Ordinary production workers are not very valued. In addition, after our contract period is delayed, by-product workers are also a trouble for Tongluo. The processing factory approved it very quickly. If nothing unexpected happens, the construction will be started as an employee of Jiuding Trading on June 1st. After the placement is completed, I will go back and meet these great people."

Wang Quan kept nodding, looked at Zhang Haoming, and asked with a smile: "The contract has been signed. When will you come back? You don't plan to arrange the work in various places?"

Zhang Haoming curled his lips and laughed, "I have been removed from my post. Why are you talking to me about these things? By the way, let me talk to you. I have discussed with Lao Li before. Sichuan Province Tonggong Processing Factory will let me go and take my child to play for two days to reduce stress."

Thinking that Zhang Haoming's child was about to pass the entrance examination, Wang Quan didn't care too much about him. As soon as he turned to Lin Dong's picture, Lin Dong took the initiative to say: "While Mr. Li is still in the northeast, don't be busy coming back in the next two days. Beihuxiong and others reported another batch of goods. Mr. Li was there and sent the goods, which just happened to help us clear the inventory."

"There is another thing. The partners of Beihuxiong recommend that we take more contracting rights for slaughterhouses as the slaughter volume decreases, which means that we can even take down small and medium-sized slaughterhouses. What do you think?"

As soon as Lin Dong finished speaking, Li Hong immediately added a topic and said, "Their eating habits are too ugly, right?"

No one is a fool. Lin Dong said the basic situation and guessed the real intentions of Beihuxiong and others. Zhang Haoming also frowned slightly, but his focus was different from that of Li Hong.

"There are too many things happening recently. I think it's better to do our best to sort out our own affairs instead of wasting energy like this. Of course, I'm not against this. After the slaughter volume is reduced, the gap in production capacity between large slaughterhouses and small and medium-sized slaughterhouses is no longer huge. For us, the more it is better. But the order of things is not?"

What Zhang Haoming said makes sense. Wang Quan nodded without comment. After thinking about it carefully, he said: "In this way, please ask the subcontractors for contracting small and medium-sized slaughterhouses for more opinions. If they support it, we can take the lead in doing it. But let them do the inspection venue and the subsequent waste of time. Anyway, they are idle."

After hanging up the video, Wang Quan sent a message to Song Pengfei.

...

Bian Qiang walked out of the teahouse in a daze, looking desperate.

After learning from Wang Fugui that the shareholder withdraws the shares, Bian Qiang thought about it carefully for a long time and finally decided to go directly to another shareholder. The facts proved that Wang Fugui did not lie. Another shareholder admitted his idea of ​​withdrawing the shares and told Bian Qiang that if Bian Qiang could not provide so much money, the shareholder would choose to sell part of the production equipment.

The shareholder's determination gave Bian Qiang a greater blow. He had no choice but to find a new partner, but the result made him more aware of human nature. Before his father had an accident, Bian Qiang heard his father proudly say that a friend wanted to invest in the slaughterhouse more than once, but now, after they heard Bian Qiang explain his purpose, they avoided him like snakes and scorpions.

Back in the car in a daze, Bian Qiang's eyes were dark, and his final hope was shattered. Waiting for him, it seemed that the only option of selling the slaughterhouse was left.

"Buzz...buzz...buzz"

In order to attract investment more seriously, Bian Qiang turned his phone to silent mode. He felt the vibration from his pocket and took out his phone and saw that it was his mother's call.

"Xiaoqiang, where are you?"

Bian Qiang squeezed out a far-fetched smile and pretended to be nothing, and said in a human tone: "I'm doing business outside, what's wrong?"

The phone was silent for a few seconds, and then my mother's sigh came, "The bank just called me and wanted to talk to you about the loan."

Hearing this sentence, Bian Qiang could no longer hold on. The smile he had just raised instantly melted, and he replied in a low voice: "Okay, I'll go later."

A choking sound suddenly came from the phone, "Xiaoqiang, let's sell the market and pay back the money you owe. The remaining money will be treated for your father. It's great that the family will be safe and safe. If you don't ask for anything, it's great to live a safe and secure life in the future!"

Bian Qiang could feel his mother's emotional collapse. He listened to her mother's choking sound, and his eyes turned red unconsciously. He forced himself to prevent tears from falling, "I'll do things first, and go to the hospital in the evening."

After hanging up the phone, Bian Qiang's eyes became blurred. He wiped his eyes hard and started the car and drove towards the bank.

Just like Bian Qiang’s guess, the bank came to the door at this time, not a rescuer in danger, but a death talisman. The credit director who received Bian Qiang was very indifferent and told Bian Qiang bluntly that no matter what the operating conditions of the venue were, the loan must be paid on time, otherwise the relevant process would have to be followed.

After leaving the bank, Bian Qiang was depressed. He sat in the car and smoked continuously, his mind was empty. Until the phone rang again, Bian Qiang looked at it in a daze, and a trace of unnatural flashed in his eyes. He answered the phone and said a few simple words before hanging up the phone, hesitated for a moment, clicked on WeChat and sent a message on his Moments.

Lin Dong's words yesterday dispelled Wang Fugui's enthusiasm and returned to his leisurely state. He hung up the video call with his son, and Wang Fugui had a smile on his face, and he habitually clicked on the circle of friends to refresh, and then was stunned.

"Transfer the slaughterhouse and the interested boss chats privately."

A very short sentence, but the content is eye-catching.

After reading it carefully several times, Wang Fugui couldn't help but sigh. Did he admit defeat? A look of disappointment appeared on his face. The reason why he reminded Manager Bian to withdraw his shares yesterday was to make him seize the time to solve the problem. If he could solve the withdrawal of shares, he could also help him, and maybe he could persuade Brother Dong to contract his place.

But now...

Wang Fugui didn't have the interest to continue to refresh himself in an instant. He directly quit WeChat, threw his phone on the table, and his eyes looking outside became dazed.

I don’t know how long it took, but Wang Fugui’s eyes suddenly returned to clear light. He grabbed the cell phone on the table. He just picked up the cell phone, but hesitated again.

After hesitating for a while, Wang Fugui finally chose to make a call. Every time the phone rang, Wang Fugui's expression became a little nervous.

"Hello."

Hearing the eldest brother's voice, Wang Fugui subconsciously sat upright and quickly said with a smile: "Brother, are you busy now?"

"What are you busy with when you have something to do? Just tell me."

After hearing Wang Quan say this, Wang Fugui realized that it was lunch time. He smiled angrily and continued, "Brother, I heard from Brother Dong yesterday that we are going to make big moves recently? Are there any plans for this slaughterhouse?"

Zhang Shu didn't know which stubbornness had broken down, and he wanted to eat braised noodles at the moment. Liu Xianglan was also spoiled with her. She had rolled out the noodles, so she went to the supermarket to buy thin noodles and made braised noodles. She had just started mixing noodles, and it would take a while before she could eat.

Zhang Shu stood at the kitchen door chatting with Liu Xianglan. Wang Quan lay on the sofa alone. Hearing Wang Fugui's question, he subconsciously nodded, thinking that he was talking about the contracting of small and medium-sized slaughterhouses that Lin Dong had mentioned in the morning, and then said directly: "I have discussed the contracting of small and medium-sized slaughterhouses in the morning. You can just follow Brother Dong's arrangements."

When Wang Fugui heard this, his smile suddenly crossed halfway, thinking that Wang Quan was as steady as Lin Dong's thoughts. But since he called the phone and did not say what he wanted to say, he felt a little unwilling.

"Brother, I went to a venue yesterday. The venue was very good. I was originally going to discuss the contract, but Brother Dong said..." Wang Fugui explained the situation yesterday in detail, and then said happily: "Just just now, I saw the person in charge of the venue post a circle of friends, saying that he wanted to transfer the slaughterhouse, look..."

When Wang Fugui was speaking, Wang Quan had slowly sat up. As soon as Wang Fugui's voice fell, Wang Quan asked back, "Do you want to suggest that the company take over the slaughterhouse or wait for someone to take over before contracting by-products?"

On the phone, Wang Fugui chuckled, "I don't have to say anything. You have to consider this matter. No matter how you do it, if this venue is done well, it will definitely not be worse than the venue we contracted before."

Wang Fugui was obviously playing tricks. Wang Quan laughed silently and didn't expose him, but he began to think unconsciously. The whole venue would definitely not work. Not to mention that the geographical location was too far, the scale of the slaughterhouse would not meet Wang Quan's expectations. After Song Pengfei and the others came to work, they would definitely consider building a large slaughterhouse. Instead of wasting money in Beihu, it would be better to build their own venue with peace of mind.

"Have a meal."

Zhang Shu turned his head and shouted at Wang Quan, interrupting Wang Quan's thoughts. Looking at Zhang Shu holding the shiny braised noodles in his hand, Wang Quan quickly said to the phone while wearing shoes: "The venue is definitely not unavailable. Whether it is the location or the scale of the venue, it does not meet our future development plan. For by-products, you can pay attention to it. Tell Brother Dong about this matter. As long as there is no problem with the venue, we will miss it. Okay, I'll have a meal first."

As soon as Wang Quan put down his cell phone, he saw Liu Xianglan walking out of the kitchen with the served noodles and said dissatisfiedly to Wang Quan: "Do you still have to feed him?"

Wang Quan laughed awkwardly without saying a word, walked to the dining table and took a look, then turned around and walked into the kitchen. After more than ten seconds, he came out of the kitchen with a head of garlic in his hand.

Zhang Shu looked at Wang Quan with disgust and muttered in a low voice: "You go to the room to sleep at noon."

Wang Quan nodded indifferently, then said with a wicked smile: "The braised noodles without garlic are soulless, isn't they? Mom."

Liu Xianglan ignored Wang Quan, but took two peeled garlic from Wang Quan and put it in his own bowl.

Zhang Shu automatically ignored Liu Xianglan's approach, looked at Wang Quan with a frown slightly and asked, "I heard that Song Pengfei is coming to work in the company?"

Wang Quan put a large mouthful of noodles into his mouth. After biting it off, he quickly picked up garlic and put it into his mouth. He looked at Zhang Shu and asked, "What did Miaomiao tell you?"

Zhang Shu didn't deny it or nodded, and asked, "What do you think? Other companies with strict management explicitly prohibit office romances, but you actually took the initiative to create opportunities for the two of them."

"What you two are talking about is the person who traveled with Miaomiao last time?"

Miaomiao has been here for free recently. Basically, except for breakfast, she ate Chinese and lunch at Wang Quan's house. Liu Xianglan loves Miaomiao, who has a lively personality, and when she heard the two of them talk about her, she couldn't help but interrupt and ask.

Zhang Shu nodded, frowned even more, and looked at Liu Xianglan hopefully and said, "Mom, don't you know that Song Pengfei is in his thirties and is nearly ten years older than Miaomiao. Do you think they are a perfect match?"

Liu Xianglan frowned and looked at Wang Quan, "I am indeed a little old. With Miaomiao's figure and appearance, are you afraid that you will not be able to find a partner? Don't worry about it in the middle."

As he said that, he turned to Zhang Shu and asked, "What does Miaomiao mean by himself?"

Hearing this, Zhang Shu stopped talking, lowered his head and vented his anger with the noodles in the bowl. Seeing her reaction like this, Liu Xianglan immediately understood what was going on and said suddenly: "She didn't come to have dinner a few days ago. You said she went out for dinner. Did she just go with this person surnamed Song?"

When talking about this, Zhang Shu was even more angry and rolled his eyes to Wang Quan and said angrily: "If you hadn't called Song Pengfei to the company, he wouldn't even have the chance to talk to Miaomiao. People who chat for more than ten minutes are more straight men than you."

Wang Quan is no longer the ignorant Chu brother who was the first to be. He knows the consequences of arguing with a woman, so he can only focus on eating and not responding.

Seeing her daughter-in-law's resentment, Liu Xianglan couldn't help but become even more curious and asked again: "Is this person's family in a bad situation?"

"How is it possible? At the beginning, I was a person with an annual income of over one million."

Wang Quan subconsciously replied, deliberately ignoring Zhang Shu's bad gaze, and added: "In today's society, it is normal for men to get married in their thirties. They are talented and have high incomes. The most important thing is that they have a good lifestyle. It is not an exaggeration to say that Miaomiao found a diamond princess. If a woman encounters such a thing, she will have to wake up at night. What else can she be picky about?"

Liu Xianglan was confused. One of the two men strongly opposed it, and the other spoke for the surname Song. Who said it was true? Her eyes became suspicious and she looked back and forth between Zhang Shu and Wang Quan.

"Shut up quickly, your mouth is full of sour smell!"

Zhang Shu couldn't find a reason to refute Wang Quan for a moment, so he could only use his authority viciously to stop Wang Quan's speech.

If it were normal, Wang Quan would definitely not provoke Zhang Shu anymore, but today he decided to be so stupid and asked in confusion: "I'm wondering, why do you look down on Song Pengfei so much? He hasn't offended you, right?"

Zhang Shu seemed to be excited, put the chopsticks on the dining table, frowned and said, "I won't talk about my appearance, as long as he wants to fix it at any time. The key is that you see that his face is yellow? It's like a sick person. Everything else is easy to say. Are people with unhealthy bodies considered good matches? I called Miaomiao over, so I have to keep a close eye on her, right?"

Wang Quan opened his mouth, but could not find a reason to refute. Song Pengfei's face was indeed different from ordinary people. Sometimes he couldn't help but guess whether he had any unhealthy aspects. He was determined to persuade him to go to the hospital for a checkup, either to find a traditional Chinese medicine doctor to regulate it, but he felt that he was not suitable to say such a topic. If others really felt uncomfortable, it would be embarrassing to say it.
Chapter completed!