Since Jiuding Trade has grown bigger and bigger and the various work has stabilized, Wang Quan has not operated something from beginning to end for a long time. In order to increase the slaughter, Wang Quan contacted all the resources he could think of. In addition to his own farm and breeding cooperative, he also contacted the vegetable breeding association that often cooperated with Ren Wentao, the pig harvesting boss who had dealt with before.

It is similar to He Jinhui's wife's estimate. The actual stock of the cooperative that meets the slaughter standards is only more than 3,900. The vegetable breeding association promised to collect 5,000 for Wang Quan. Although Ren Wentao did not promise to supply much, he also contacted Wang Quan with nearly 2,000 pigs in two days. In addition to the pig-collecting vendors He Jinhui knew and the pig-collecting pigs in his own farm, it is expected that the total number of pigs that would be nearly 20,000 pigs in the end.

"It's not about full production, but about overload production."

Wang Quan directly denied the statement of production director Gu Yilong. Seeing Gu Yilong showing a puzzled look, he explained: "Not to mention business needs, since the opening of the venue, except for the New Year, the daily slaughtered volume exceeded 1,000 heads during the Chinese New Year, and the real production capacity has never been tested. What I mean is to take this opportunity to check the maximum daily slaughter of overload operation, which is also a test of our production team's combat effectiveness."

Gu Yilong suddenly realized, and after brief thinking, he nodded quickly to agree. He also wanted to see how strong the real combat power of the venue was. But there must be a gap between expectations and the actual situation, at least there are problems that need to be solved at the moment.

"If you want to rotate the machine, you must increase the manpower, and you must be a skilled person. Only in this way can you ensure that there will be no production accidents while rotating the machine."

Gu Yilong's face showed a little bit of difficulty, and then said: "There is also the inventory problem. Suddenly, production volume is increased, and sales can keep up? The most important thing is that our pre-cooling storage may not be enough. If it is really overloaded, not only the white strips occupy the pre-cooling space, but also the by-products occupy a lot of space."

After hearing Gu Yilong's worries, Wang Quan thought for a moment and said, "It should be no difficulty to ask our workers to contact some skilled workers in Sanhui, right?"

Gu Yilong nodded. As long as the treatment is good, recruiting people is not a problem.

"You don't have to worry about the pre-cooling storage. All by-products will no longer be included in the pre-cooling storage. Except for some single items, all the remaining ones will be made into frozen products. I will also make arrangements for the sales and shipments of the Baitiao area. At that time, you can close it. As long as the pre-cooling is finished, it will be fine. As long as you master the time difference, there should be no problem?"

Wang Quan's answer made Gu Yilong feel relieved, and he nodded with a smile and said, "It's okay to say this. When will you start working?"

"You bring the workers here first, and I will also take advantage of this time to arrange other work. It is best to complete all the preparations within two or three days."

After Gu Yilong went out, Wang Quan subconsciously glanced at the time and frowned instantly. Why was it going dark before six o'clock?

A thought flashed through his mind, and Wang Quan quickly got up and walked out of the office. Standing in the corridor and looking up, he immediately confirmed Wang Quan's guess. The gloomy sky was depressing, and he could feel the chill in the air, and it was obvious that it was about to cool down.

A few days ago, I predicted that it would rain, but it would always disappear after the latest update of the weather forecast. The continuous "rain is coming" makes people numb and I no longer care about it. I returned to the office and picked up my phone to check the weather forecast. This time, the phone showed that there were rainfall for three consecutive days, and the probability of rainfall was very high.

I quickly packed up my things and went downstairs. As soon as the car entered the city, water droplets began to appear on the windshield. In just a dozen seconds, I turned into dense rain curtains. The wiper swung as quickly as possible, and I could barely see pedestrians on the street running in a panic to find a place to shelter from the rain. Some people also walked out of the house and stood at the door and laughed freely and discussed something.

Be careful to get out of the city and stop the car in an empty and safe place.

"Dad, are you going home?"

With such heavy rain, the construction site must be stopped. Wang Quan was able to take Wang Hongjun back along the way. After receiving Wang Hongjun's affirmative reply, Wang Quan started the car. It took more than half an hour to drive for more than ten minutes. When he arrived at the construction site, the rain weakened slightly, and it was still considered heavy rain.

The construction site that was originally busy was empty and there was no one to see. Wang Quan drove the car directly to the place where Wang Hongjun worked. Wang Hongjun, who had already prepared, flicked open the car door and quickly got into the car.

"I won't come back for dinner tonight."

After sending Wang Hongjun downstairs in the community, Wang Quan told Wang Hongjun and drove to Zhang Chenggang's house.

Seeing that Wang Quan was the only one entering the door, Zhang Chenggang asked in surprise: "Why are you the only one?"

"I just came back from Pingxi, but I didn't even come back home. Where is my mom?"

Zhang Chenggang was the only one in the living room, and Wang Quan couldn't help but wonder after sitting down.

"Lying in the house."

Zhang Chenggang threw a cigarette to Wang Quan and asked again: "Is there anything wrong?"

"Um."

Wang Quan said the matter of increasing the slaughter volume, "Blackly increase the slaughter volume, the sales of baits must keep up. I try to find more customers who can sell baits to help. You have to personally communicate with them for old customers and let them report as much goods as possible in the past few days."

Zhang Chenggang nodded. In his heart, Wang Quan was not the kind of person who was prone to impulsiveness on a whim. Since he did this, he must have an idea.

"The trading company is preparing to focus on developing the meat product market. It won't be long before it will invest in a larger scale and more complete slaughterhouse. Several shareholders briefly discussed it and I took 31% of the shares and the remaining three of them were equally divided..."

Wang Quan was interrupted by Zhang Chenggang's frown without saying anything, "So little?"

Wang Quan was a little stunned and soon realized what Zhang Chenggang meant, and said with a smile: "I took the big head for the trading company. If the big head is taken by the slaughterhouse, it is easy for people to say that they are not good-looking in their appearance. Besides, Brother Dong still has 23% of the shares, and no matter what he says, he can guarantee the holding."

Zhang Chenggang stopped talking and signaled Wang Quan to continue speaking.

"Our goal is to build a large slaughtering and processing plant similar to Sanhui Processing Factory, so the amount of funds required is relatively large, which requires about 500 million yuan."

"so much?"

After hearing about 500 million, Zhang Chenggang was no longer calm.

"Um."

Wang Quan nodded seriously and said again: "It's hard to say whether it's enough or not. Now it's just a preliminary estimate."

Zhang Chenggang looked at Wang Quan suspiciously, not knowing what he thought of, subconsciously raised his butt and moved his position to keep himself away from Wang Quan.

"Are you short of money?"

Zhang Chenggang's actions stunned Wang Quan, and he soon realized that he was guarding himself and his mood was not so comfortable in an instant!

"No, I didn't lend you money, what are you afraid of?"

Zhang Chenggang obviously didn't believe Wang Quan's words, and he gently whispered, "Don't you take my money off?"

Wang Quan pretended not to hear this and continued with a serious look on his face: "I really don't lend you money. What I want to tell you is that there is a shortage of funds on Brother Dong's side and there is no industry in his name, so it is not very convenient to find a bank loan. So I gave him an idea to ask him to sell the shares in the slaughterhouse to you. What do you think?"

Zhang Chenggang looked at Wang Quan in surprise, his eyes flashing. After a few seconds, he adjusted his seat and approached Wang Quan and asked, "How much do you think his shares are worth?"

How much is the shares worth?

Wang Quan was stunned when he heard this question. He knew very well what Zhang Chenggang's words meant.

At that time, he only considered asking Lin Dong to exchange shares for cash, and never considered how much the shares were worth. He couldn't help but frown. Both sides were their own people, and if there was a gap between money, it would be better to lose. The shares are invisible and intangible. The specific value is really hard to estimate. Wang Quan couldn't think of what to say for a moment, so he could only smile and say, "Dad, I didn't think about this issue when I gave Brother Dong's advice. What I thought at the time was that you just buy Brother Dong's shares and give him the money he invested in the first place."

Zhang Chenggang sneered: "I usually have so many ideas, why did I lose my links at critical moments? If Lin Dong knew that you were thinking this way, could he agree?"

Zhang Chenggang's words made Wang Quan frown. He didn't know if Lin Dong had the same idea as him, but he felt that Lin Dong would not care so much about this. He sold shares to invest in building a larger slaughterhouse. Although his idea was made by himself, to put it bluntly, this is an active withdrawal of shares. Since it was an active withdrawal of shares, he could give him the funds he had invested in completely.

Wang Quan didn't want to argue with Zhang Chenggang about this issue, and it involved personal interests, so he didn't dare to make decisions for Lin Dong. He hesitated for a moment, and directly took out the phone and called Lin Dong in front of Zhang Chenggang.

"Hello."

The phone was quickly answered. When Wang Quan heard Lin Dong's voice, he said the matter calmly and asked, "What do you think?"

Wang Quan was very confused. If Lin Dong thought differently from him, this matter would be difficult to deal with. At the same time, he was mentally prepared. If Lin Dong really did not agree to calculate based on the money he invested, the matter of selling shares would be given up.

"What should I look at? Isn't it enough to pay me back how much money I invested in? Why, do you still want to deduct the money?" Lin Dong joked.

Hearing him say this, Wang Quan's heart slowly fell down, and he squeezed at Zhang Chenggang, and said in a joke: "It is definitely impossible to deduct money. I am mainly worried that you will raise the price."

Zhang Chenggang couldn't hear Lin Dong's words, but he guessed Lin Dong's meaning from Wang Quan's voice, and immediately said with a smile: "If you should give the dividend, you have to give it."

"Have you heard that, my father-in-law said, I will give you a lot of dividends. If you have no objection, this matter will be finalized!"

"This is great, no objection."

After hanging up the phone, Wang Quan turned to look at Zhang Chenggang and said with a little dissatisfaction: "I just knew that Brother Dong was not that kind of person."

Zhang Chenggang smiled and didn't answer.

...

Because the rain was too heavy, the staff and the finance department did not leave the company as soon as they got off work. Several women first talked about family matters and waited for their families to drive over before leaving one after another.

"Why do I send you back?"

Zhu Xiaoxia can't drive, and Wang Fugui is on business trips in other places. He usually rides an electric bike to and from work. The only ones in the company are Zhu Xiaoxia and Miaomiao. Seeing that the sky is getting darker, Miaomiao takes the initiative to send Zhu Xiaoxia back.

Zhu Xiaoxia hesitated for a moment and nodded slightly embarrassedly.

Miaomiao drove the car out first, and Zhu Xiaoxia followed behind to lock the yard gate. Before she could lock it, she heard a rapid sound of horns. She turned her head and looked at the place where the sound came, and saw White Prado getting closer and closer.

Miaomiao, who was sitting in the car, saw Song Pengfei's car with confusion in his eyes. Why is he back?

Song Pengfei rolled down the car window and shouted to Zhu Xiaoxia: "You go, I'll lock the door later."

Zhu Xiaoxia pushed open the closed door again, nodded at Song Pengfei, and then got into Miaomiao's car, and the two cars passed by.

He politely declined Zhu Xiaoxia's invitation to eat, and Miaomiao drove back to the city. The rainfall was slightly weaker and the speed was much higher than before. When he was about to enter the city, he suddenly had an idea in his mind, and then he adjusted his direction and drove towards the company.

"I mainly want to see if the company door is locked! Well, that's it!"

Seeing the open door, a trace of cunning flashed in Miaomiao's eyes. When she entered the yard, she could see that the lights were on in the office that originally belonged to Zhang Haoming. After parking the car, Miaomiao approached the office and took out the bag and got the keys.

"It's easy to get me started with a marketing plan, but it's a bit difficult to get me into a corporate culture! I've only been here for a few days and I haven't even understood the details of the company thoroughly! I know what you said, but I don't know where to start..."

As soon as I walked to the office door, I heard Song Pengfei's bitter laughter coming from the next office. Miaomiao secretly wondered, why did it involve corporate culture? I couldn't help but hold my breath and want to listen to a few more words.

"Really, this sentence is not in vain for being a professional professional. Professional work must be left to professionals. You should hurry up and quit and come and share some of my work." Song Pengfei leaned against the chair and said to the phone. He didn't know what he said on the phone. A trace of resentment flashed across Song Pengfei's face, and then he smiled bitterly: "He? He has been busy buying pigs and killing pigs these two days, and he can't see anyone at all."

He sighed softly and said to the phone: "By the way, how is the matter I asked you to ask? Well, you have to hurry up. The business side will come back to report on the work in the past two days. If the results are good, then you have to consider the factory issues. OK, hurry up, if you really can't, copy it directly. The project plan is nothing more than a change of name."

Through the window, I saw Song Pengfei hung up the phone, then turned around and knocked at the computer. Sometimes I frowned and stopped, sometimes I stretched my eyebrows and looked at the computer with a serious look.

Miaomiao stood in the dark, not afraid that Song Pengfei would discover him.

"Gulugulu..."

A protest suddenly came from his stomach, and Miaomiao came to her senses and secretly thanked that it was raining today, otherwise the sound of gurgling alone would have been discovered by Song Pengfei.

Take a deep breath, then switch to a natural expression, walk directly to the door, and knock on the door symbolically!

Song Pengfei looked up at the door, and was slightly stunned when he saw Miaomiao, and said in surprise: "Why are you back?"

Miaomiao didn't care about Song Pengfei's tone, and said casually: "I forgot to bring my phone charging cable. As soon as I came back, I saw the lights on in the office. Are you still working overtime at such a late night?"

"Well, there are some things to be dealt with."

Song Pengfei nodded. Although he wanted to say a few more words to Miaomiao, he knew better that work must be separated from private matters. As soon as this sentence came out, the room became quiet again, and the ending attributes of straight men's topics were circulating all the time.

Fortunately, Miaomiao knew Song Pengfei's style a little, and didn't care much, and then took the initiative to say: "The weather is not good, so be careful when driving at night, I'll go back first."

That's what Miaomiao said, but she didn't move at all. She muttered in her heart, could he understand what I mean?

"Okay, be careful, too."
Chapter completed!