In the southern suburbs of Zhenghe County, there is a slightly dilapidated tube building.
In the corridor on the second floor here, there are miscellaneous things piled up everywhere, including stoves, piles of briquettes, and old furniture.
Be very careful when walking, otherwise you may bump into something.
Since it was dinner time, every household here was cooking.
There was a smell of oil smoke and vegetables floating in the corridor.
"I heard that an ideal love should never be touched, but I will try my best to capture it no matter how far I travel."
I don't know who's radio is on, and a very popular song is playing on it, "Who Knows the Prodigal's Heart", that kind of unique Jay-style singing, which makes you feel very good when you listen to it.
Gao Shaoyuan, who had returned from his job at Sixi Dumpling Restaurant, walked over from the stairs in a daze.
"Bang!"
By accident, he kicked a kettle under his feet.
Fortunately, there was no water in the pot, otherwise this shock alone would have been enough for him.
"Xiao Gao, what are you doing? You look so confused, can you still walk?"
A middle-aged woman who was cooking heard the sound and couldn't help shouting.
"Oh, Aunt Niu, I'm sorry!"
Gao Shaoyuan showed an apologetic smile.
"Watch the road!"
Aunt Niu glared angrily.
Gao Shaoyuan didn't explain anything, just opened the door and walked into the home.
After the door closed, there was a burst of whispers in the corridor.
"Did you see that? This guy was most likely dumped by Fu Juan."
"Yes, you can tell by looking at it like this. He looks like he is dying."
"If I were Fu Juan, I wouldn't follow him. You think he is as poor as he is. He only needs money but no money and no family assets. Whoever follows him will be unlucky?"
"No, isn't he serving dishes at some dumpling restaurant? Why is he back now?"
"It goes without saying that someone must have opened it."
"This kid is just a bit stubborn!"
…
The girls who were gossiping outside didn't have any worries about what they said. They didn't care whether Gao Shaoyuan could hear or not, they just talked as they pleased.
Gao Shaoyuan, who was lying directly on the bed, listened to the gossip of these talkative women and had no intention of getting up to scold them.
They can talk if they want to. If someone has a mouth, how can they not let others talk?
Besides, is there anything else I need to care about in this home?
The family was originally in ruins, but now that Fu Juan has left, the place has lost even the slightest bit of popularity.
Gao Shaoyuan lay motionless, but what he was thinking about was what Zhao Shanhe said.
"Actually, he is right. I am not willing to live in such a muddle."
"Fu Juan is gone, but I want her to regret it and see that I am not the incompetent man she thought."
"And those guys in the Science and Technology Bureau, don't you look down on me and deliberately make things difficult for me, asking me to resign and leave? Well, I will live my life and let you take a good look at whether the things I create can be sold for money!
"
Thinking of these, the originally decadent Gao Shaoyuan's eyes slowly regained their luster.
He suddenly sat up from the bed, picked up the big tea vat on the table, drank a gulp of water, and then took out a notebook from the drawer.
"Zhao Shanhe, I believe you once, and I hope you can do what you say!"
…
the next day.
Zhao Shanhe still rode the Suzuki King and took Li Qiuya to the beverage factory. When they first arrived, they held a meeting. At the meeting, Li Xiangyang and the others reported on the work they were responsible for.
After the report was finished, Zhao Shanhe said with a smile: "I want to say two things. The first is that the order for the popsicles just mentioned must be produced as soon as possible."
"Because it's already mid-August, summer is over, and our popsicles are seasonal products. If we don't sell more now, we may not be able to sell them in two months."
"Kong Jie, you are in charge of production, you should keep an eye on this matter."
"Director, I understand!"
Kong Jie nodded and said: "As long as it is an order we receive, I will rush to produce it as soon as possible. Even if it is a 24-hour shift, I have to make sure it is delivered on time."
"good!"
Zhao Shanhe didn't say anything else, because Bang Bang Bing was already on the right track, as long as he controlled the general direction.
"The second thing I want to say is, Xiangyang, twenty people will come to the factory to report today. You will be responsible for this and get to know their basic situation." Zhao Shanhe continued.
"good!"
Li Xiangyang had already heard about this when he had dinner at Sixi Dumpling Restaurant last night, so he didn't think there was much surprise now.
But others don’t know.
Upon hearing the news suddenly, Wu Jianjun and others were stunned on the spot.
"Director, do we need to continue to recruit people in our factory? No, right? The current workers are enough. If you hire one more worker, you will be given an extra salary. Isn't it necessary?" Kong Jie asked with some confusion.
.
"Yeah, recruiting twenty people at once is a bit much, isn't it?" Wu Jianjun was also a little confused.
"Who said they were going to work here?" Zhao Shanhe said with a smile while holding a tea cup.
Not here to work?
Wu Jianjun and others were stunned for a moment and then woke up.
"Director, are you saying that they are going to work at Hetu Manufacturing? Are we going to start production there too?" Wu Jianjun asked slightly excitedly.
"What are they preparing to produce over there?" Kong Jie's eyes were bright.
Everyone knows that popsicles are seasonal products. Although some people will place orders later, the popularity will definitely weaken like now.
Therefore, Wu Jianjun and others were actually sweating in their hearts, wondering how Zhao Shanhe would solve this problem.
Because if it is not solved, the high wages of these workers in the factory alone will be enough to drink a pot.
Zhao Shanhe could also guess what Wu Jianjun and the others were thinking. After seeing their anxious expressions, he smiled slightly and said: "What Hetu Manufacturing will produce has not yet been determined."
Not sure.
After hearing this answer, Wu Jianjun and others were a little disappointed.
But before they could speak, Zhao Shanhe continued: "Although what Hetu Manufacturing will produce has not yet been determined, I already have an idea of what our Qiushan Beverage will produce. Wait for me in the next two days
Once the idea is finalized, I’ll discuss it with you.”
"We also have new products?"
The disappointed expressions on Wu Jianjun's and others' expressions suddenly turned excited, and their eyes when looking at Zhao Shanhe were full of excitement. For them, what Hetu manufactures is important, but it is definitely not as important as Shanqiu Beverage.
"Then director, please confirm it quickly." Wu Jianjun said eagerly.
"Well, I know this. Okay, the meeting is over and you can go and do your work!"
"OK!"
Several people walked out of the conference room in high spirits. Just when Li Qiuya was about to leave, she was stopped by Zhao Shanhe.