Chapter 53 053【Does Your Old Man Have Any More Dreams? 】

Yuen Long, Shek's instant noodle factory.

Today, under the planning of Shi Zhijian, the instant noodle factory is full of staff.

The transport team consisted of 300 people, led by Hong Yihai Daishong.

The security team consisted of 300 members, led by He Liansheng and Hu Xuyong.

In addition, there are more than 1,000 skilled workers, temporarily led by Shi Zhijian's good brother Ding Yongqiang.

It was convenient for the news that the factory was fully recruited, but people still came to apply for the job one after another. It was because of the previous recruitment incident in Wai Village that fermented. Besides Wai Village, villagers from other places in Yuen Long also rushed here.

After all, a guaranteed minimum monthly salary of 300 this year is not a small sum. Country people can earn it without traveling far to work, so of course they must seize the opportunity.

From the very beginning, Shi Zhijian planned to build ten instant noodle production lines with thousands of people. Now more and more people are applying for the job, which has already exceeded the number of places needed before.

Shi Zhijian had a headache and couldn't recruit people before, but now he has a headache and recruits too many people. According to Ding Yongqiang's registration, there are almost 1,800 people now.

Shi Zhijian doesn't do charity work, since there are so many people, let's select the best ones!

Strong and strong!

Literate!

There are also good-looking ones!

Keep these, leave everything else alone!

Ding Yongqiang was kind-hearted, and tried his best to explain the reasons and reasons to those who were dismissed.

Those people yelled at him, called him a liar, a thousand bastards, and wished him "a wealthy family"!

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Ding Yongqiang is miserable here, and he just waits for news from the Wong Chuk Hang Police Academy to help him out of the sea of ​​suffering.

Shi Zhijian's side was much more relaxed, and he continued to treat guests to dinner and meet business partners who cooperated with the factory.

As Shi Zhijian expected, after he announced the establishment of the instant noodle factory, those flour, grain, oil and condiment suppliers came directly to establish a good partnership with Shi Zhijian.

To put it bluntly, these suppliers are willing to provide raw materials for the instant noodle factory, and the accounts can be settled later.

Before opening, Shi Zhijian talked with the owners of these grain and oil merchants individually, asking about prices, quality, and settlement methods.

There were eight grain and oil merchants in total. In the end, Shi Zhijian chose one of them. The boss was "Bi Fafa" and the name of the grain and oil store was "Fafa Grain and Oil Company".

When Bi Fafa heard that he was selected by Shi Zhijian to become a partner of the instant noodle factory, he was about to go crazy with joy.

You know, Bi Fafa is a good businessman. When he came here, he took a visual inspection of the instant noodle factory. It is extremely large from the inside to the outside, covering an area of ​​500 mu, with ten production lines and thousands of employees. The flour and cooking oil needed in the future , and the seasoning is not countable. If the contract can be signed smoothly, then the "developed grain and oil industry" will not worry about really developing in the future.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Shi Zhijian met with Bi Fafa again in the temporary general manager's office.

Although Bi Fafa met Shi Zhijian for the first time, he still couldn't help but sigh with emotion at his youth.

However, the younger Shi Zhijian was, the happier Bi Fafa would be. He has no hair on his lips and can't do things well. This kind of youngster is the most impatient, and is also the easiest to be bullied by these old fritters and old Jianghu.

Shi Zhijian didn't care about Bi Fafa looking at himself at all. He was sitting on a very ordinary chair, but he looked like a tycoon. He took the cigarette case from the table, threw out a Marlboro cigarette, and asked Bi Fafa, "Smoke?"

Bi Fa quickly waved his hands and said, "Thank you, no need!"

Shi Zhijian bit one by himself, lit it, and shook the match, "Boss Bi, do you know why I chose you this time?"

"Uh, this...maybe because I have a fate with you, Boss Shi, a fate to do business with!"

"Hehe, look at this first!" Shi Zhijian crossed his legs, puffed out his cigarette, and pushed the document in front of him to Bi Fafa.

Bi Fa took a look at it, then froze.

Above are the supply quotations given to Shi Zhijian by seven other grain and oil companies, as well as the quality grades of flour and edible oil.

Bi Fada couldn't help wiping the cold sweat off his brow, because one of the above companies had a lower price than his, and another company's flour quality was better than his.

"I don't quite understand." Bi Fafa looked at Shi Zhijian, and finally asked his doubts, "Since there are lower prices and better quality, why did you choose me?"

Shi Zhijian flicked the cigarette ash rhythmically, "Are you nervous? Then you should remember this feeling well——"

Shi Zhijian leaned over gently, with sharp eyes: "Tomorrow my factory will open, all you have to do is - do your job as a supplier, don't play around, because I can find someone else to replace you at any time !"

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Bi Dada wiped his forehead with a handkerchief, and left Shi Zhijian's office with a strange expression.

At this time, he would no longer feel sorry for Shi Zhijian's "youngness", this is a terrifying existence, and he can figure out people's psychology more accurately than he, an old fritter.

Shi Zhijian sent Bi Fafa away, leaned back on his chair, smoked a cigarette, and began to think about the opening tomorrow.

Now everything in the factory is ready, the workers have been trained, the machines have been debugged, all the suppliers are in place, and even the stage for tomorrow’s opening, the hired lion dance team, and the invited VIP seats have all been confirmed. up.

"Now the only thing left is fireworks! The opening still needs to be festive! Crackling, blooming everywhere, that's enough energy!"

While Shi Zhijian was pondering, someone knocked on the door: "Boss Shi, someone is looking for you outside!"

Shi Zhijian didn't care, thinking it was another grain and oil merchant. After all, the instant noodle factory is a big piece of meat, and no one would give it up easily.

Shi Zhijian dawdled for a while on purpose, and then wandered out of the office with a cigarette in his mouth. From a long distance away, he saw a black Ford sedan with a conspicuous license plate number "555" parked at the gate of the factory building.

Shi Zhijian was startled, and thought, isn't this the car of Inspector Hua Lei Luo?

Sure enough, when Shi Zhijian was looking at the car, the door opened, and it was Lei Luo's follower Chen Xijiu, wearing a floral shirt, leaning on the car and waving to him.

Shi Zhijian walked over and greeted with a smile: "Ninth Brother, what brought you out?"

Chen Xijiu pouted at him: "Brother Luo is waiting for you in the car!"

Shi Zhijian smiled, took out a pack of cigarettes from his arms and threw it to Chen Xijiu: "Then you can eat cigarettes outside first!"

Chen Xijiu took the cigarette and looked at the brand, "Marlboro? Is there a better one?"

Don't even like Marlboro? The current detectives are very lazy!

Shi Zhijian rolled his eyes: "We'll talk about it when I get rich!" Then he got into the car.

Inspector Lei Luo was sitting in the car with a thick unlit cigar in his hand, frowning, like his dead parents, he didn't even know that Shi Zhijian got into the car.

"Brother Luo, what can you do with me?" Shi Zhijian asked.

Only then did Lei Luo recover from his thoughts, looked at Shi Zhijian and sighed: "You are so smart!"

Shi Zhijian smiled: "What does Brother Luo mean by that?"

"Last time your old man dreamed that I would have bad luck, and now it has come true. I will be transferred from Tsim Sha Tsui to Yuen Long to be your neighbor!"

"Yuen Long? It's not bad, the air is good, and the folk customs are simple. Brother Luo can take a good rest after being transferred here!"

Lei Luo flicked on the cigar, only to find that the cigar was not lit, "Hey, Jian, I think you are joking! You know where Yuen Long is. I don't know why you want to build a factory here, but I was transferred here to guard the pond!"

"Brother Luo, you didn't come to complain to me, did you?"

"Are you still pretending to be confused?" Lei Luo's gaze was like a falcon, "I want to know if your dead ghost has any dreams, and can you help me tide over the difficulties?"

Lei Luo is also in a hurry.

In the past few days, news has spread from the police station that Yan Xiong climbed up to the ghost James and gave him three million in favors.

It was too late when Lei Luo got the news, because James had already reported to his superiors, and the list of appointments would be announced tomorrow. At that time, Lei Luo would not only hand over Yau Tsim Mong San, but also be assigned to Yuen Long. Urgent, even sending more money is useless.

Lei Luo is impatient and confused, so he can only pray to God and worship Buddha at this moment, pinning his hopes on Shi Zhijian's old ghost, hoping that he can give some advice.

Seeing Lei Luo's anxious expression, Shi Zhijian immediately took the cigar from his hand, bit it into his mouth and lit it, then handed it back, and said slowly: "My old man has said it, so don't panic when things happen!"