With the backing of the meat factory, Feng Yuhui's cost of making ham sausages was not only lower than that of other processing plants, but also of higher quality. In addition, he often squeezed other processing plants. Within two years, Caozhou had no rivals.
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Of course, he can't squeeze or move a big brand like Yangdu.
Uncle Dong is known as Lao Dong. Although he works under Yang Baoguo, he has been bribed by Feng Yuhui a long time ago. Even though Feng Yuhui is only in his forties, his tricks are even more slippery than some old fritters.
"You mean he not only bears the arrears of wages, but also gives each worker an extra 100 yuan a month?" Feng Yuhui touched the mustache on his chin, very puzzled.
"Yeah, I was dumbfounded at the time. One hundred yuan is not a small amount!" Lao Dong sighed.
"The price is really exciting, but have you ever thought about what if this guy just wants nothing?" Feng Yuhui asked.
"I did think so, but guess what, he actually asked the workshop director to bring the labor contract. As long as he signed the contract, he would be responsible for the salary to the end." Old Dong said.
"How can such a small factory still sign a labor contract?" Feng Yuhui couldn't figure it out, so he could only purse his lips and say, "This guy is quite interesting!"
"Interesting? I think he is just messing around, and I don't know who he learned the method from. Boss Feng doesn't need to take it too seriously." The old director looked down on Li Siwen.
"This is called preparing for a rainy day. How can you do business without paying attention? Even if the other party is an ant, you have to crush it to death before you can live in peace." Feng Yuhui lit a cigarette: "Well, you go back to the factory and continue working, keep an eye on it.
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"What about the salary?" asked the old director.
"Will I give you money? But remember, I don't want him to be too safe." After Feng Yuhui finished speaking, he stood up and warned me again: "If anything happens, let me know immediately."
Then he threw the two hundred yuan in front of the old Dong.
Old Dong's eyes shone brightly, and he felt closer to his father and mother when he saw money.
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In the next few days, Li Siwen was busy in the factory, but what was puzzling was that he never arranged production. Instead, he led the workers to renovate the factory inside and out, and even repainted the walls.
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And all the paint needed was obtained by Li Siwen in exchange for ham sausage.
Everyone saw it and felt something was wrong. However, whenever asked when production would start, Li Siwen would always say wait.
As for when to wait, no one knows.
On November 2, Li Siwen dragged his exhausted body back home after a busy day. It was five o'clock in the afternoon. It was the first time in the past few days that he came back so early.
He lay down on the sofa and prepared to take a rest, but at this time, Zhao Jian came.
Zhao Jian came to deliver the business license and other procedures. Li Siwen did not expect that the procedures would be completed so quickly. If it were done thirty years later, it would take at least ten days.
For this reason, he expressed his gratitude to Zhao Jian for calling him a brother, but the other party did not buy it and only left three sentences.
"Vacate the house in a month."
"If the bad name you came up with can sell ham sausages, I'll write my name, Zhao Jian, backwards."
"Do a good job and don't pay any compensation."
Li Siwen didn't care about that and sent Zhao Jian away. He held the business license and looked at the shining name on it. He was so excited that tears filled his eyes.
The first pot of gold in life starts here.
At the same time, downstairs of Tongzi Tower, a group of women were cracking melon seeds, all of them with beaming eyebrows and saliva, almost digging out other people's ancestral graves.
"Did you just hear that Li Siwen sold the house?"
"This house is the only inheritance left by his grandfather. Why was it sold?"
"It goes without saying that he has no money. Even though he wears sleek clothes every day, he seems to be a different person. In fact, he is still the same loser."
While everyone was talking, a young man in his thirties rushed into the crowd, smiled and said to a good-looking woman: "Widow Wang, what are you talking about here, you are so excited."
"Shi Bao, you're not young anymore. You're in shape. Don't scream like an old widow. My husband is not dead yet. It would be bad for him to hear it." Wang Sufang rolled her eyes at Shi Bao and her voice was a little delicate.
"What will happen if I hear this? If he dares to speak against me, believe it or not, I will break his legs." Shi Bao flipped his hair, looking like a ruffian.
"You said you don't come back even once a month and you teased me when we first met. Are you awesome?" Wang Sufang snorted.
"Hey, I'm busy with my career outside. By the way, what were you talking about just now?" Shi Bao asked trustingly.
"We were talking about the Li Siwen family." Several women said together.
"What's there to say about that loser? He divorced his wife?" Shi Bao looked disdainful.
"You know my wife." Wang Sufang complained and continued: "We just heard that Li Siwen sold the house, so we are chatting here."
"The house has been sold? Is it true? How can that loser be willing to sell his old man?" Shi Bao didn't believe it.
"It's true. There was a guy on a motorcycle who just said that. He seemed to be quite rich and he just left." Wang Sufang said.
Shi Bao thought about it and realized that he had indeed bumped into a motorcyclist and muttered, "If Li Siwen really sells his house, will his wife still be able to live with him?"
"What? Are you thinking about her?" someone said with a smile.
"Who wouldn't miss you if you look so graceful?" Shi Bao shrugged his shoulders.
"Look, this guy really makes you miss him."
I don't know who said something, and everyone turned their eyes to the distance, only to see Zhou Wenjing walking over carrying a bag.
But at this time, Zhou Wenjing also saw everyone chatting. However, when she saw Shi Bao, her eyes were obviously panicked, and she quickly lowered her head and speeded up a bit.
This Shi Bao is a well-known ruffian in Tongzilou. Unlike sluts like Li Siwen, he has really mixed up in society. Although he has not made any famous people, no one in this area dares to mess with him.
In particular, he was also a womanizer. Many women in Tongzi Tower were molested by him, and Zhou Wenjing was one of them.
However, Zhou Wenjing is more reserved than other women. Every time she sees Shi Bao, she will take a detour. Even if she is treated with disrespectful words, she will not be as careless as Wang Sufang.
"Hey, isn't this the great beauty Zhou?" Seeing Zhou Wenjing lowering her head, Shi Bao walked over quickly and stood in front of Zhou Wenjing.
"Are you okay?" Zhou Wenjing bit her lip and asked.
"Can't I chat with you if I have nothing to do? I haven't been back for a month. You must have missed me, right?" Shi Bao bent over and stared at Zhou Wenjing lustfully.
"This Shi Bao really doesn't look like a human being at all." Wang Sufang, who was far away, saw Shi Bao looking like a licking dog, and she became very angry.
"What? Are you jealous?" the woman next to him asked with a smile.