Sang Xiaoyu came back to her senses and said, "Don't keep bringing up this topic, it's not very interesting."
Li Junhao said: "It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter whether you choose it or not. It's good if you can have fun."
When Jiang Chunhui heard what he said, he immediately said: "I just realized that it's no wonder Sang Xiaoyu is so kind to you. It turns out that you are a master of flattery."
Li Junhao said disdainfully: "Who are you? When she and I met, you didn't know who you were dating. We were childhood sweethearts.
When I was a child, I protected her in all aspects. If you don’t believe me, just ask her.”
Jiang Chunhui turned his attention to Sang Xiaoyu, who nodded her head.
Li Junhao said: "We have had a pure friendship since we were in kindergarten. If you couldn't do it, we would be thousands of miles apart."
Jiang Chunhui envied Sang Xiaoyu in his heart. No matter how much determination he made for himself, and even wrote calligraphy and paintings to hang on the wall, if something happened to her, he would have the urge to help her.
Li Junhao can only be worse than himself.
I just heard him say that he would spend nearly one million, and knowing that this guy had spent a lot of money and dug out all his own wealth, one can imagine how much he supports Sang Xiaoyu.
Sang Xiaoyu still couldn't let go of her love for Cheng Weize.
Cheng Weize, on the other hand, is keeping an eye on her and is ready to restore her husband-to-be's treatment at any time.
Only Sang Xiaoyu seems to be a woman who has no desires and desires. She is sincere to others without a trace of emotion.
The meal lasted until twelve o'clock. Sang Xiaoyu asked the two of them to spend the night here. It would be too dangerous to drive. After saying this, Sang Xiaoyu had to go upstairs to her mother's place.
Jiang Chunhui said: "You want us two men to sleep in the same bed?"
Sang Xiaoyu's house was a one-room house. She said, "You two have a sofa to sleep on. You must take a shower, otherwise I will be in trouble."
Jiang Chunhui rushed to the back room without thinking and said, "I'm too sleepy and don't have time to wash."
Sang Xiaoyu followed him into the house and saw that Jiang Chunhui was already lying down. Sang Xiaoyu wanted to pull him up and said that you at least wanted to wash his feet, right?
Jiang Chunhui refused to do it, but Li Junhao ran to the bathroom.
Sang Xiaoyu had no choice but to run to the bathroom, fill a basin of hot water, and said, "I really can't stand the smell of your feet."
Sang Xiaoyu closed the door, put the clean towels and bath towels away, then closed the door and went out.
Sang Xiaoyu came to the bedroom and saw that Jiang Chunhui was already asleep.
Sang Xiaoyu didn't care whether he was really sleeping or pretending to sleep. He opened the quilt and took off the socks from his feet. Then he dragged him to the end of the bed, washed his feet and cleaned his socks.
Jiang Chunhui was obviously not asleep, but he enjoyed Sang Xiaoyu's attentive service to him. Although Sang Xiaoyu was suffering from mysophobia, he was still serving himself.
Sang Xiaoyu wanted to blow out the socks with a hair dryer, but seeing that Li Junhao was still washing them, she took the wet socks upstairs.
Just in the corridor, Sang Xiaoyu felt regretful. If she knew Jiang Chunhui would come, she would rather spend some money than dedicate her space to these two stinky men.
Standing outside the door, Sang Xiaoyu could feel the bad smell in the room.
The next day, Sang Xiaoyu came to her room. Not to mention that the cups and plates were in a mess, it was also terrible.
Sang Xiaoyu had no choice but to roll up her sleeves and tidy up for two hours, while scolding the two men for not being clean like pigs.
Sang Xiaoyu opened all the windows and frowned, feeling that the smell in the room was wrong.
It was almost nine o'clock when Sang Xiaoyu drove to the factory.
Sang Xiaoyu got out of the car and saw silence in the seasoning factory.
The roar of the machine has stopped, and there are people sitting around in the yard everywhere. Their eyes are as scattered as a pile of sand, and they are whispering everywhere. They look careless no matter how you look at them.
Sang Xiaoyu immediately remembered the scene when she and Li Junhao came here, and it was even worse now.
Sister Wei came to her office early and asked what to do. If the production continued to be suspended, the inventory would be a drop in the bucket.
Sang Xiaoyu explained her plan. She said: "I borrowed some money from others to start production first. Sales are still stable, and then I want to cash in the factory."
Sister Wei was dumbfounded and asked in disbelief: "I just checked, if the entire debt is recovered, plus the wholesale goods, it will be 170,000 to 80,000 yuan.
As long as the money comes back, production should not be a problem."
Sang Xiaoyu shook her head and said, "It's not all because the factory is failing. It's just that I think the steps are too small. I want to change my career."
"You don't want to do it anymore?" Sister Wei looked at her in disbelief.
Sang Xiaoyu nodded. She glanced at the workers outside who had nothing to do and said, "I don't want to work anymore. I think the seasoning factory is like this. The income is less than one million a year. After all the expenses, there are only five yuan left."
, 600,000, this is not my goal. It is difficult to make this factory take off, but I don’t know if it can be paid off.”
Sister Wei asked: "How much do you plan to sell it for?"
Sang Xiaoyu glanced around and said: "You are not an outsider, and I am not going to hide it from you. I discussed it with Jiang Chunhui and Li Junhao last night. We asked for 500,000 yuan, and finally settled on 400,000 yuan.
The 400,000 yuan is immovable. If you can't cash it out, just keep going and find a horse. Anyway, there won't be much loss. If you really can't cash it out, I'll keep working."
"Four hundred thousand? What about the loan?"
Sang Xiaoyu said: "I have thought about it. The loan will be used entirely in the factory. Once the debt is paid, this amount will be available. It will be more than enough to repay the bank. I am not worried."
"This factory may not be easy to cash in. What will you do if you have no money?"
Sang Xiaoyu said confidently: "Our sales have always been quite stable. If such a big thing happens, no one else knows about it. It shouldn't be difficult for us to get our money back.
In fact, I am a little reluctant to give up. If it weren’t for the fact that I thought the profit was too low, I still wouldn’t want to give up this factory.”
"Then have you decided what you want to do?" Sister Wei asked doubtfully.
“Just keep doing what you’re doing.
I plan to open a restaurant. My husband and I have done at least five or six restaurants, so we can be considered experienced people.
I’m still planning to ask you to come over, how about you become my vice president?”
Sang Xiaoyu sincerely invites her. No matter what her temper is, her work ability is there and she is also a talent.
Sister Wei shook her head and said: "I can't, I don't like that line of work, and our personalities are different. If we still eat from the same pot, something will happen sooner or later.
I like this factory very much. After Huang Daqing took over, I didn't help him for a day. If you don't work, I will leave."
Sang Xiaoyu thought for a while and said: "That's fine, don't force it.
No matter, that’s the plan anyway, call the workers back now, and we’ll go to the soy sauce factory.”
Sister Wei asked in confusion: "Aren't you going to cash out? How will it be calculated if you invest again?"