A man wearing a suit and carrying a briefcase walked in quickly. When he saw Zhong Hao, he immediately took two steps and stretched out his hand.
"Mr. Zhong, hello, hello!" the man said kindly.
"It's Manager Qian, what brings you to our place?" Zhong Hao greeted hurriedly.
"Mr. Zhong, time is running out, so I won't be polite to you. This time, I am entrusted by Mr. Ma to discuss cooperation with you on a new project!"
The man took out a document and a design drawing from his briefcase and handed it to Zhong Hao.
"This is..." Zhong Hao looked at the design drawings with confusion on his face.
"These are the parts and instruments that our director Lin entrusted you to produce. Can you see if your factory can make them?" the man asked with a smile.
"Is this instrument used to make medicine? I've never seen it before." Zhong Hao looked at the drawing for a while and asked inexplicably.
"Yes, this is a newly designed instrument. Director Lin wants to launch a new drug and prepare for large-scale production and preparation for the market. However, this requires machine production, which cannot be completed manually, so I thought of ordering a batch from you.
Instrument." The man smiled.
"Okay! The medicine produced by Director Lin must be a good medicine that benefits the people." Zhong Hao's eyes lit up and he asked: "Manager Qian, do you know what kind of medicine Director Lin is going to produce?"
When the man heard this, he was a little embarrassed and said: "Mr. Zhong, logically speaking, we wouldn't hide it from you, but you also know Yanghua's current situation. It's really inconvenient for us to tell you... I'm really sorry..."
"Understand, understand, Manager Qian doesn't have to blame himself."
Zhong Hao laughed, and then asked: "When is the latest when you will need it?"
"Naturally, the sooner the better, and it is best not to exceed No. 18."
"Is it the 18th of this month? It's only three days from now..."
"Time is tight, but there is nothing we can do about it. If you have other difficulties, you can contact us at any time, and Yanghua will help you solve it as soon as possible!"
"What are you talking about, Manager Qian? Don't worry, I will deliver the goods before the 18th!" Zhong Hao patted his chest and said confidently.
"Haha, with Mr. Zhong's words, I feel relieved!" Manager Qian breathed a sigh of relief and was very happy.
"Boss, we don't have the materials. How can we hand over this batch of instruments?"
The employee next to me was anxious and whispered.
Hearing this muttering, Manager Qian was startled: "No materials? Mr. Zhong, is that so?"
"It's okay, it's okay. We just have a batch of materials that haven't arrived yet. Don't worry, it's okay. We will definitely deliver the goods on time!" Zhong Hao said hurriedly.
The employee wanted to say something else, but Zhong Hao gave him a sharp look and had to stop talking.
Manager Qian looked confused and saw that Zhong Hao refused to say anything, so he didn't ask any more questions.
"Mr. Zhong, I know that some people have recently caused trouble for people who have cooperative relations with Yanghua because of their revenge on Yanghua. If you encounter any problems that cannot be solved, please be sure to tell us, okay?" Qian?
The manager said very seriously.
"Don't worry, Manager Qian, what can happen to us? It'll be fine!" Zhong Hao said with a smile.
Manager Qian left with deep confusion.
As soon as Manager Qian left, all the old employees around him rushed up.
"Boss, we don't have the materials, how...how are we going to deliver the goods?" one person asked bitterly.
"Let's not talk about whether we can still find a material supplier. Even if we do, it's too late to purchase goods now." Another person said distressedly.
Everyone is extremely anxious.
Without saying a word, Zhong Hao walked to a low stool next to him and sat down, took out a cigarette and lit one.
When the smoke burned out, he lit it again.
After smoking half a pack of cigarettes repeatedly, Zhong Hao raised his head with difficulty, looked at everyone and said hoarsely: "Dismantle all the equipment in the factory, take out the parts from the equipment, and process them."
"What??"
Everyone was shocked.
"Mr. Zhong, are you...are you crazy?"
The supervisor looked at him tremblingly, his eyes wide open.
"There's no time to explain. We only have three days. We can't delay the launch of Dr. Lin's new drug. Quick, dismantle the equipment and start production overnight tonight!" Zhong Hao stood up suddenly and shouted.
Seeing that Zhong Hao's attitude was so firm, people had no choice but to give up.
"Can't tear it down!"
At this time, an old employee over fifty years old stopped in front of a machine. With tears in his eyes, he looked at Zhong Hao: "Mr. Zhong, this is the equipment your father left for you. If you dismantle it,
..."
"Uncle Liu, I know, I know everything, but... I have to be a man with a clear conscience. My father must still be alive and he can understand me!" Zhong Hao said hoarsely with his eyes red.
"No! It can't be broken down. Anyway, I'm here and no one can break it down!"
Uncle Liu shouted in pain.
But Zhong Hao no longer cares.
He walked over and took Uncle Liu away by force.
Uncle Liu burst into tears on the spot and howled non-stop.
Everyone's eyes were red, wiping tears secretly, they stepped forward and began to dismantle the equipment.
Zhonghao Factory is brightly lit tonight.
But all the employees here know that this time may be the last time the factory produces...
