It is easy to forget time when busy in the workshop, and it is time to get off work in a blink of an eye.

"Assisting Korea, why haven't you left yet?" When I got off work, Director Ma got down from the upper floor and walked around the workshop. This was a work habit he had developed for many years. Unexpectedly, everyone else left, and Song Yuanchao was still there.

"I'll clean it and wait for Daqi to come back and leave together. He will deliver the goods in the afternoon." Song Yuanchao swept the ground, raised his head and replied with a smile.

Director Ma nodded, turned around and reminded Song Yuanchao to remember to lock the door when leaving, and then left first.

After cleaning the workshop and washing hands, Li Daqi, who was sweating profusely on a tricycle, rushed back.

"Why is it so late?" Song Yuanchao quickly handed over the tea tank containing salt soda, and then handed him a towel.

After taking the tea jar, Li Daqi killed most of it in one bite, picked up a towel and wiped it with sweat: "I waited in line with the receiving goods for a while."

“Are there many people today?”

Li Daqi nodded: "There are three delivery companies in front of me. It took a lot of time to count the goods, so it was delayed."

"What goods do these three companies deliver?" Song Yuanchao asked afterwards.

"I was about to tell you about this." Li Daqi drank all the salt soda left in the tea jar, licking her lips and still felt unsatisfied.

Salt soda is currently a drink equipped for workers in many factories. This drink is very popular among people, especially in summer and when work is intensified, drinking a sip of sweet and salty salt soda is extremely comfortable.

Although this kind of drink is usually available in summer, after Song Yuanchao became the workshop director, he specially equipped this drink for labor-intensive positions such as transportation and delivery.

It is not difficult to make salt soda. Get some citric acid and sugar, add salt and baking soda after watering. If the taste is better, you can chill it. The school-run factory has this condition. Song Yuanchao even wondered whether the factory could take out salt soda in the summer. If it sells well, it would be an unexpected input.

Song Yuanchao poured Li Daqi the last little salt soda he left for him. After he continued to take a big sip, he heard him say, "Didn't you tell me to pay attention to this? Today, when I went to deliver the goods, I found that the other factory did find other people to send labor protection supplies, but only one family, and the labor protection supplies sent were a little different from ours."

Song Yuanchao's heart suddenly sank slightly. It seemed that he was right that he guessed, and what should come finally came.

After listening to Li Daqi's story, Song Yuanchao also got a little familiar with the situation. It turned out that the labor protection supplies sent by the other party were more trendy than those sent by their school-run factories. For example, work clothes, the other party's work clothes tended to be jackets, and the colors were not traditional blue and gray, and the colors were brighter.

The same is true for shoes. The shoes they give are usually worn on their feet are similar to leather shoes. In comparison, the old-fashioned labor shoes from school-run factories are simply incomparable.

"What about the others?" Song Yuanchao asked.

"I didn't look at the others carefully, but it seems that it's not the first time I've watched the delivery person say hello to the other warehouse."

Song Yuanchao nodded. It seemed that he had to find time to go there in person. He immediately helped Li Daqi push the tricycle into the warehouse, locked the door together, and then left with Li Daqi after patrolling the circle.

He rode his bicycle home and arrived at the alley half an hour later. Song Yuanchao was about to go to the alley when someone suddenly rushed out of the side. The defenseless Song Yuanchao was startled and almost fell from the car.

When I looked closely, it was Wang Jianjun.

Song Yuanchao has never seen him again since Zhang Bin and Wang Jianjun ran out to work alone. Zhang Bin and Wang Jianjun didn't even say hello and dug up their corners to tear them away. Although the transaction of clothes hangers was not intended to last for Song Yuanchao, their behavior was like betraying him in Song Yuanchao. From the moment they left, Song Yuanchao no longer regarded them as their friends.

"Aid Korea..." Wang Jianjun's face turned red, and he opened his mouth but didn't know what to say for a moment.

"Is there anything to ask me?" Song Yuanchao looked at him and asked faintly.

"I...I..." Wang Jianjun hesitated for a long time without saying anything. Song Yuanchao didn't have the patience to talk nonsense to him. He nodded immediately and said, "It's fine. It's getting late. I have to go back to cook. Let's talk about it another day..."

As he said that, Song Yuanchao kicked hard and was about to continue walking. At this time, Wang Jianjun quickly grabbed Song Yuanchao's handlebar and said in a crying voice: "Asianchao, I was sorry for you before, but I was wrong. You, lord of Yuanchao, don't remember the villain. For the sake of your classmates, please help me, help me...!"

Wang Jianjun's appearance made Song Yuanchao frown. What happened? Didn't this kid and Zhang Bin work well alone? Although the profits of the clothes hanger trading are not as good as before, no matter how much money is, how long has passed, Wang Jianjun came to find him like this?

"What's wrong?"

It would be fine if he didn't ask, but Wang Jianjun started crying when he asked, tears and snot. A young man in his twenties cried like this on the road. Everyone passing by stopped and surrounded him curiously and watched the excitement.

He frowned and looked around. Song Yuanchao didn't want to be watched like this. People who didn't know thought they were doing what Wang Jianjun did.

He simply got out of the car and pulled Wang Jianjun and walked aside. Wang Jianjun did not resist and let Song Yuanchao drag him away. Seeing that the two of them left, they were no longer lively. The crowd naturally dispersed, as if nothing had happened.

When he arrived at a secluded corner, Song Yuanchao let go of Wang Jianjun and asked him what was wrong.

At this time, Wang Jianjun's emotions calmed down a little, and he said with red eyes that he would tell the whole story.

Since leaving Song Yuanchao, Zhang Bin and Wang Jianjun have indeed made some money. In less than a month, they made more than 3,000 yuan. This huge sum of money made Zhang Bin and Wang Jianjun very happy, and even more determined that they were the right choice to go out and work alone.

Later, as more people made clothes hangers became more and more popular, and Jiang Dongliang raised the casing price, which led to an increase in costs and a decrease in profits.

But even so, Zhang Bin and Wang Jianjun worked early and recruited several more people, and their daily profits could still reach hundreds of yuan.

Although it is not as good as the beginning, it is still quite good, especially after Gu Jie ended the clothes hanger transaction, Zhang Bin and Wang Jianjun's team completely replaced the troops that Song Yuanchao had originally pulled up and became the largest team in the production and sales of clothes hangers in Shanghai.

Everything seemed as smooth as Zhang Bin and Wang Jianjun thought. They even dreamed of doing this business for a long time and making more money. But who would have thought that the development of things would go in another direction, especially after Gu Jie also withdrew. Faced with the continuous competition and decline in sales prices of similar products on the market, Zhang Bin suggested that this would not work and that something must be done.

In this way, Zhang Bin and Wang Jianjun led their men to compete with other teams. This kind of competition was a primitive and rough competition. Zhang Bin's method was nothing more than tactics against others, fighting, grabbing territory, etc., but he had to admit that this method was still effective. In just a few days, their market did expand a lot, and profits began to rise accordingly.

Faced with the domineering behavior of Zhang Bin and Wang Jianjun, the people who were beaten and driven away were very angry. Everyone wanted to make a living through this business. Now Zhang Bin and Wang Jianjun are going to smash their jobs! The so-called cutting off their wealth is like killing their parents. Since you are unkind, I will be unrighteous. I simply smashed all the jobs. If you can't eat them, Zhang Bin and Wang Jianjun, don't think you are good.

In this way, these people secretly went to the police station to report Zhang Bin. In fact, the police station is not unaware of this kind of thing, but the current policies have been loosened, and no one can report such transactions, but the police station can also be responsible for it, but if someone reports it, the nature will be different.

Three days ago, the police station launched an action on this matter, and immediately destroyed Zhang Bin and Wang Jianjun's clothes hanger trading gang, confiscated all finished clothes hangers and raw materials stacked in the air raid shelter, including production equipment.

Wang Jianjun was sorting goods in the air-raid shelter that day, but was caught by the police who came to him. Zhang Bin sold goods in the vegetable market that day. When the police appeared, Zhang Bin, who was smart, found that the situation was not good and ran away. At that time, there were many people and the terrain was complicated, so he actually ran away for the kid. However, the several shrimp soldiers and crab generals under him were not so lucky and were all arrested on the spot.
Chapter completed!