Zheng Qingyun was so surprised that his mouth couldn't close.

"Don't talk for now, let me be fine. Do you say the educated youth canning factory is under construction?" Zheng Qingyun felt that it was not long since he and Jiang Xiaobai last met.

It only took more than a month ago to die. Jiang Xiaobai had just released it and was in a trance because of Liu Mei's affairs.

But how long has it been since then? Why does it feel like a factory is about to start production and the sales channels are laid out?

"Yes, the drawings issued by the Municipal Design Institute are being built. The area is about 8,000 square meters, and more than 300,000 bricks have been used. Various large equipment are rented from the county construction team..."

Jiang Xiaobai nodded.

"8,000 square meters is not big." Zheng Qingyun muttered. In this era, factories all had canteens, family buildings, and various living places.

Later, when the country retreated and the people advanced, they sold these factories, but they were not selling any factory equipment, but the factory's land.

"What do agents mean for those 28 agents?" Zheng Qingyun continued to ask.

"Agents were ordered in the city some time ago, and were divided into county-level agents and town-level agents. They picked up goods from us..."

“Where is the road construction?”

“…”

“Where is the rented truck?”

"..." Zheng Qingyun caught Jiang Xiaobai and asked non-stop like a questioning baby.

But the more you asked Zheng Qingyun, the more you became surprised. He could not imagine that in this era when even a small vendor had fewer.

Some people actually want to build a factory with their own strength.

And it is obvious that it is going to succeed now, and the worst is the production line.

At the same time, the autumn harvest in Jianhua Village is also in full swing. Compared with the previous years, the kind of lazy and lazy people who started working are just chatting.

The people who had just moved the farm tools in their hands for a long time were obviously different from previous years.

Secretary Huang Zhongfu has already walked several pieces of land in a row, and each piece of land is in full swing. The adults dance quickly. The children at home cannot do heavy work, so they help do some light work.

It was already past 12 noon, and few people went home. They took out the dry food they brought, ate it in the field with cold water.

Secretary Huang Zhongfu's smile became even stronger, and the results of the reform were about to be revealed.

However, I was not happy when I thought that I needed to take the autumn harvest myself this year. In previous years, everyone worked together, and as the secretary, I didn’t have to take the initiative.

But now it is not possible. If you don’t start the autumn harvest, you will have no work points. If you don’t have any work points, you will drink the northwest wind in your family.

I am not the big dog lover Jiang Xiaobai, I am so rich.

In the Lao Zhang Restaurant in the county town, Zheng Qingyun was shocked and helped Jiang Xiaobai consider the feasibility of introducing a production line.

"I have a classmate in Tonglin City. He is now the deputy mayor, but he has never introduced production lines privately, and there is no such practice as selling state assets to individuals."

Zheng Qingyun frowned and said, "State assets are sold to individuals, and the connection between state-owned enterprises and private enterprises is connected, and private enterprises introduce state-owned enterprises' production lines."

There were no private companies at this time, let alone such a thing.

"Brother Zheng, we are not not not paying money. Now, there is no one taking over the production line of Tonglin Canning Factory. If it is placed in the factory warehouse, the machine will eventually become rusted, which means selling scrap iron."

Jiang Xiaobai said that he actually understood the truth that Zheng Qingyun said, but although this matter is difficult, isn’t it all the solutions that people think of!

"Sell scrap iron," Jiang Xiaobai's eyes were thoughtful.

"Yes, I'm selling scrap iron." Jiang Xiaobai's eyes lit up suddenly.

"It is impossible to introduce a production line in private, but when buying scrap iron, buy scrap iron for the private enterprise headquarters. What's more, we are not a private enterprise, we are a township enterprise."

Jiang Xiaobai's eyes become brighter the more he said.

"How is it possible to sell scrap iron? They are production lines. Although they are second-hand production lines, the production lines are also good. How can they sell scrap iron?" Zheng Qingyun shook his head and said.

But Song Weiguo, who was standing by, also had a bright look. Zheng Qingyun joined the government after graduating from university, and did not understand the tricks and filth between some enterprises.

But he started from the bottom of the state-owned enterprise factory and had dealt with all the people in the world. There are too many things like this that are obviously good things, but they are said to be selling at a low price.

"County Magistrate Zheng, we can do it. As long as there is a problem with this batch of production lines of Tonglin Canning Factory, and no other state-owned enterprises are willing to introduce them, then there is no problem in converting this batch of production lines into scrap products and treating them as scrap iron."

Song Weiguo is an old man and is already thinking about specific operation methods.

"Yes, as long as these two production lines are transformed into scrap iron in terms of purpose, it will be much more difficult for us to purchase scrap iron. Of course, this matter needs to be operated by Tonglin Can Factory itself. At that time, we will purchase this batch of scrap iron at the price of introducing the production line. Wouldn't the matter be solved?"

Jiang Xiaobai smiled and said that although the plan was to acquire scrap iron, he did not expect to acquire these two production lines at the price of purchasing scrap iron.

He doesn't want to, nor dare to take advantage of the country, otherwise he will deduct a certain amount of money to embezzle the country's assets.

No matter how hard a neck is, no matter how hard it is, it cannot wear this hat.

Zheng Qingyun was very eye-opening today, and he never thought that there was such a way to operate it.

"This...this...this...this is not incompatible..." Zheng Qingyun hesitated.

"This is nothing. We are not really buying these two production lines at the price of scrap iron. We are just changing our names and will not cause any losses to the country.

On the contrary, we should recover the losses to the country. Otherwise, if the production line is left for a long time, it will only be able to be treated with scrap iron in the end, which will really cause losses to the country..."

Song Weiguo didn't know whether Jiang Xiaobai's eloquence was good. Anyway, he was watching Jiang Xiaobai beating Zheng Qingyun.

Of course, Jiang Xiaobai is changing the concept, but selling the production line is indeed a good thing for Tonglin Canning Factory.

"Okay, then that's it. I'll go back and arrange my work later. We'll set off to Tonglin in the afternoon." Zheng Qingyun made the decision.

To be honest, he also wanted to see how far Jiang Xiaobai could develop in the end.

"I'll give you a glass of toast. I'm not as brave as you." Zheng Qingyun picked up the wine glass and looked at Jiang Xiaobai and said.

After saying that, Zheng Qingyun drank it all in one go.
Chapter completed!