As Song Zhichao's father, Song Haiming has always worked in a meat-distance factory. It can be said that he is diligent. He never thought that one day the factory director and the leader would come here to visit him.

I didn't expect that my son would embarrass these leaders in front of me.

You should know that these leaders have real power in the meat-related factory. If you get promoted, you will be promoted. If you get promoted, you will be promoted. If you get promoted, you will be promoted. If you offend them, you will be worn.

Especially in recent years, the factory has had poor economic benefits. Everyone has heard that the superiors are discussing whether to lay off people. At that time, those thorny, idle people, and those who offend their leaders will most likely be laid off. Song Haiming doesn't want this to be his turn.

At this time, Song Haiming had long forgotten that his son was the boss and there was still 100,000 yuan hidden under his bed - the simple thinking of the working class made him a little afraid of offending the old factory director and other people.

Immediately, the honest Song Haiming suddenly jumped out of his seat, pointed at his son and scolded: "Zhichao, how are you talking to the old factory manager? What is bureaucracy? You have only been studying for a few years and don't even recognize them from east, west, south and north? It's really big or small!"

After saying that, he quickly turned his head, owed his waist, and said to Chen Baoguo: "I'm sorry, Director Chen, my son is still young and ignorant. Those who just now were nonsense - don't take it to your heart!" He laughed and handed a cigarette.

Chen Baoguo's face changed again and again, and he suddenly laughed: "It's okay, the child's speech is understandable!"

After saying that, he reached out and patted Song Haiming on the shoulder, letting him sit down with peace of mind, and said, "What's more, we're here this time, we really have something to ask for with you. We should be deprived of our identities and not be a bureaucrat."

Then he looked at Song Zhichao and said, "How is it, kid, can I still live with this?"

Song Zhichao smiled: "Director Chen, my dad is an honest person... It doesn't matter if he hears this, but for me, since you have something to ask me for it, you should be a little sincere."

Unexpectedly, his son was so reluctant, Song Haiming shook his eyes at Song Zhichao and signaled him not to talk nonsense.

When Chen Baoguo heard this, he laughed again and pointed at Song Zhichao and said, "You, you are a small man! Well, since you insist on me pulling my face down, I will pull my face down - from now on, I am a guest who wants others and no longer pretends to be a big leader... Haiming, please let go, say whatever you should say, point out our mistakes, so that we can make progress!"

After saying that, Chen Baoguo looked at Song Zhichao: "Look, do I have sincerity now?"

Song Zhichao smiled.

...

In the living room, both parties became polite to each other.

Chen Baoguo has tasted Song Zhichao's power, and he went straight and stopped him. He directly told the difficulties faced by the meat-dished factory, the workers were about to be laid off and the factory was about to go bankrupt, and then looked at Song Zhichao and said, "I have no choice now - your father knows the specific situation of the factory than me. Hundreds of people in the factory are almost unable to eat. I heard that you are a capable person and have seen the world. Now I just hope you can help us."

Next to him, Director Liu and Section Chief Sun also agreed, "Yes, yes, the factory is too poor and the workers are too miserable - we leaders are embarrassed to stay in the factory. If we can't find a way out, we have to resign collectively."

After hearing what they said, Song Zhichao nodded.

To be honest, Song Zhichao really doesn't want to care about any mess anymore. It's enough to be annoying to start a factory and build roads.

But this matter involves my father, and after all, I grew up eating meat from a meat factory when I was a child.

I remember when I was a child, he followed his father to the cold storage of the freezer factory and stole the big apples there. They were very sweet and very frozen.

After a few twists of mind, Song Zhichao still couldn't come up with any good idea.

After all, this is Nandu City, not Pan Yu. If it is the south, you can use the mainland vegetables and meat supply to Hong Kong to help expand the frozen storage business of the freezing plant; but this is Nandu City, and now Nandu Meat and poultry storage and trading are now open and no longer monopolized by meat-related factories, which means that the factory's largest business volume is cut off.

what to do?

Seeing Director Chen, Director Liu and Section Chief Sun, they were looking at themselves with a smile, as if they were waiting to see a joke.

Song Zhichao was in trouble for the first time.

If you don't help them solve the problem, you may be underestimated by these people, thinking that those who were all boasting about the Song family before.

If it really needs to be solved, it seems that this problem cannot be solved simply by taking out money.

For a while, Song Zhichao was a little stuck.

...

Doudou!

Didi!

There was a car whistle and a sound of jets.

Just as Song Zhichao was worried about solving the problem of the meat-fedding factory, another noise came from outside the door.

"Look, everyone, the car is here!"

"Ah, it's such a small car, three or four more cars came at once!"

"Are these people here to look for Song? It's so grand!"

Listening to the noise outside, Song Zhichao was stunned for a moment and couldn't help but look at his father Song Haiming.

Song Haiming was also confused. It was the sixth day of the Chinese New Year, who would come? He was driving three or four cars, and his posture was extraordinary!

So he called the old factory director Chen Baoguo and the others and went out to take a look in person.

Chen Baoguo and the others were also a little surprised. Unexpectedly, the Song family had such a great face. There were still customers on the sixth day of the Chinese New Year, and they were still driving here. They couldn't sit still and were driven away by curiosity.

On the contrary, Song Zhichao took a deep breath.

He didn't get up, picked up the matchstick and fiddled with the charcoal fire in the basin. With a sting, the charcoal fire was booming, and a heat came to his face.

...

Three black cars and a red sedans slowly stopped near Song Zhichao's house. Three black cars were Santanas and the red cars were Mercedes-Benz. The neighbors around them also heard the news and waited to watch the fun.

To be honest, when we first saw a car from the Song family, everyone was very excited and curious, but as people kept coming to the Song family in the past few days, there were many people driving - for example, today, Chen Baoguo and the others drove a Xiali, which made the neighbors' horizons grow higher. From surprise, surprise to numb expressions, for many villagers, the cars they have seen in their lifetime are not as many as these few days.

However, so many cars came at once, which attracted villagers to watch.

Some of the male villagers were holding cigarettes, some were holding hands; some were wearing sweaters in their hands, and some were eating melon seeds; the children were laughing and circled around the cars.

At this time, Song Haiming, Chen Baoguo and the others had already come out of the yard.

Seeing so many cars, Song Haiming was a little at a loss. He didn't know what big shot was coming, and he didn't know which car to come forward to greet.

Chen Baoguoyan next to him couldn't help but be surprised when he saw this situation. He couldn't think of any other big shots besides himself to come to the Song family.

But he was a state-owned enterprise cadre after all, and was well-informed. When he saw the posture of those vehicles, he pointed to the most impressive red Mercedes-Benz, which made Song Haiming welcome the owner of the car.

Song Haiming couldn't take much care of it, thinking that his leader would never lie to him, so he rushed to greet him.

Sure enough, this red Mercedes-Benz was the main owner of this group of people, because the doors of other vehicles had already been opened, and a group of people walked straight down from above, all wearing serious clothes. In the middle of winter, they were all wearing black suits and tied, and they were not afraid of the cold.

The group of people walked to the front of the red car, then opened the door and waited for the people on the car to get out.
Chapter completed!