Chapter 139 Scam 1

Author: Mahjong Jun

Chapter 139 Scam +1

Sanlizhuang, Nanfang Flour Mill.

There are so many mountains around Majialiu. If the hare can be sold for 6 cents a pound, it will definitely make a lot of money.

Marvin, a middle-aged man, couldn't help but get excited when he thought about the prospect of selling hares.

It is said that Shanqian Village made its fortune selling wild game?

"Boss Zhao, I am Ma Wen, the production team leader of Majialiu. I can represent the villagers of Majialiu. We are willing to sell hares!"

Thinking of this, he solemnly said to Zhao Wenmu.

This was beyond Zhao Wenmu's expectation.

So he thought more seriously about the feasibility of purchasing wild game in Majialiu.

"Brother Ma, can you deliver the rabbits you purchased the first day to the old Zhao's Crayfish House in the city before eight o'clock the next morning?"

"If I can, I will buy it. The price will increase by another 10 cents, to 70 cents per pound!"

Although game meat is not like mushrooms, which will rot in a few hours, it should not be stored for too long.

It still has to be processed and eaten in time, or even if it doesn't work, it has to be processed and frozen.

7 cents, which is the same as the purchase price in Shanqian Village, but Majialiu needs to transport it to the city himself.

Marvin thought for a while, if he used a mule cart, he would leave at five o'clock in the morning and he would definitely be in the city before eight o'clock.

"OK, no problem!"

So while waiting for the flour to be ground, Zhao Wenmu negotiated with Ma Jialiu to purchase 100 kilograms of hares per day.

From 100 pounds of hare, if you remove the fur and internal organs, it would be good if you can get 50 pounds of flesh and bones.

The rumbling sound of the machine became more and more harsh, and it was finally Zhao Wenmu's turn to grind flour.

When grinding flour at this time, customers cannot be the hands-off shopkeepers.

You also have to pack and package the ground flour yourself.

The business negotiation between Zhao Wenjun and Zhang Zhenpeng has also been completed.

The two siblings faced the roar of the machine and opened their bags to receive flour from the discharge port.

Zhao Wenmu looked at the dusty room and frowned.

After grinding the flour and loading it back into the car, Zhao Wenjun kept patting himself, and his whole body turned into a white smoke bomb.

Then he patted Zhao Wenmu clean.

"Second sister, please wait a moment."

After saying that, Zhao Wenmu went to find Zhang Zhenpeng.

"Brother Zhang, this is not okay in the workshop. Sooner or later something will happen!"

"ah?"

Zhang Zhenpeng didn't know why, but he immediately became nervous.

Nothing can happen to the flour mill.

Now the daily profit is more than 120 yuan, and it has also provided employment for more than 20 people in Toucun, Shandong!

Like all believers, he now firmly believes in Zhao Wenmu's words.

After all, I consulted Zhao Wenmu and followed his suggestions for all major decisions in the flour mill.

This is why the current demand exceeds supply after opening.

These days, Zhang Zhenpeng can wake up laughing while sleeping.

"Xiao Zhao, what's going to happen, tell me quickly!"

"Brother Zhang, there is too much dust in the workshop. This dust is harmful to the human body. It is best for workers to wear masks. If you don't understand, you can go to Jingyun Factory and ask Zheng Meiyun. My workers there all have gas masks."

"More importantly, flour particles can catch fire. Once someone smokes or sparks from machine friction ignite the flour particles in the air, do you know what the consequences will be?"

Dust explosion is what Zhao Wenmu is most worried about.

At this time, everyone generally lacks awareness of prevention, and it is not ruled out that someone may smoke in the workshop.

"What's the consequence? That little bit of flour foam won't burn, right?"

Zhang Zhenpeng was a little confused.

"Of course not, it will explode! Have you ever heard of dust explosions? These dusts are evenly distributed in the air. Once they encounter an open flame, they will all burn instantly. Because they burn too fast and the air is heated and expands violently, it will explode.

Got it!"

As Zhao Wenmu spoke, he made a gesture of breaking into pieces.

Zhang Zhenpeng was suddenly covered in cold sweat.

Zhao Wenmu's explanation sounded specious to him, but it did not affect his feeling that it made sense.

If this really exploded, not only would the flour mill be gone, but there would still be so many people in the factory!

He felt scared just thinking about this possibility.

So I immediately ran to pull down the switch.

"What's going on here?"

The machine ran with inertia for a while and then slowly stopped.

The workers and the customers who were picking up the flour were a little confused.

"Equipment failure! Suspend production!"

Zhang Zhenpeng shouted loudly.

He converted the unground wheat poured in by the customer into flour and directly took a bag of flour to compensate him.

Then he sent away those who were still waiting.

"What should we do now?"

He looked at Zhao Wenmu again.

"First of all, neither workers nor customers are allowed to use open flames near the workshop."

"Then you can consult with the manufacturer to see if there is a high-power fan to circulate the air in the workshop and discharge the dust."

"It's best to sprinkle water regularly in the workshop and factory area to keep it moist."

"That's all I can think of. You still need to do safety training. It's best to consult more experts about these things."

Zhao Wenmu is indeed not an expert.

But these suggestions are enough for now.

Zhang Zhenpeng immediately organized rectification.

After giving safety advice to Nanfang Flour Mill, Zhao Wenmu went to his own Jingyun Button Factory.

Without him, I suddenly feel uneasy about production safety.

Fortunately, there are very few dangerous items involved in the button factory. Toxic gases and machines pinching fingers are the key prevention items.

Fortunately, okay, everyone’s fingers are sound.

He would come to the factory from time to time, but rarely asked questions. Zheng Meiyun would report important matters and some doubts to him in a timely manner.

He is very good at giving full trust and delegating authority.

From Shanqian Village, Zhao Wenmu returned to his home in the nursing home community of the county town with the love flour processed by himself.

But I saw Zhao Jing and Rong Xinyi with sad faces and sighing at home.

"what happened?"

"Third brother, I lost 30 yuan!"

Rong Xinyi said with a sad face.

"Brother, I also lost 5 yuan."

Zhao Jing was a little embarrassed. She lowered her head and did not dare to look at Zhao Wenmu.

"Losing money? Did you gamble?"

This is strange.

In this family, besides yourself, is there anyone else who gambles?

Gambling money by yourself was a thing of a lifetime ago.

"No, no, no gambling money."
To be continued...