One of the foremen took a deep puff of his cigarette and said with a dissatisfied look on his face: "Then let's stop talking and stop working for him. Who are we going to build a house for if he doesn't give us 10 or 20 yuan?"
Another foreman also echoed: "If you don't get a raise, I won't give him a job. There are jobs everywhere now. I don't believe I can't make money?"
Zhao Nianshun just smoked quietly.
Now he finally understands why Lin Chuan can be the boss. They are the fate of migrant workers all their lives.
At this time, the construction industry in Hui City is all about price but no market.
If you want to make a hundred yuan a day, you have to have a living.
Good projects are all given to big construction companies, and small jobs are done by others. How can it be their turn?
If they didn't work here, they would probably have to go back to the countryside to farm.
They can't look away, but you can't look away like them.
Lin Chuan has so many projects in hand, and he also has a construction company, so there is no shortage of workers.
These foremen can't afford these meals, and they deserve it if they can't come up with ideas on their own.
Zhao Nianshun then stepped on the cigarette butt vigorously and said in a deep voice: "Okay, I will calculate the wages for everyone tonight, and you can leave the construction site early tomorrow morning!"
"What about you? You still want to fuck that Lin?"
Zhao Nianshun chuckled and said: "You're right, I have to keep working. I can't leave until the project is completed!"
Everyone looked at each other and stopped talking.
More than 800 workers, except for more than 200 from Zhao Nianshun's hometown, all left the construction site.
Immediately afterwards, Lin Chuan's advertisements for recruiting workers were placed in newspapers and radio stations.
But Lin Chuan still did what he was supposed to do, as if there were no difficulties that could make him feel the slightest emotion.
Instead, he was particularly focused on making his suits and new cashmere fabric textile technology.
At this time, Yuan Meiqing came.
In the office, Lin Chuan just lowered his head and continued to draw his design drawings, and did not take the initiative to talk to Yuan Meiqing.
He also knew very well what Yuan Meiqing wanted to do, it just depended on her thoughts.
After this time, she still didn't understand the truth, so it was useless no matter how much he said.
Yuan Meiqing held the tea cup, and the depressing silence made her feel even more nervous.
Don't even know how to speak.
On the contrary, Lin Chuan looked at the time from time to time, as if urging her. If he had nothing to say, then he had other things to do.
"Linchuan, I...I don't know what to say?"
However, Lin Chuan kept drawing the design and remained silent.
Yuan Meiqing really couldn't hold back her inner struggle and said painfully: "Linchuan, I know I was wrong. It was a big mistake. I was taken advantage of by Fu Xinan's sweet words.
Until now, I have no equipment, no workers, and no market. I should not regard you as my enemy, let alone drive you out of the factory.
Now I really regret it. I know you must hate me very much now, and I don't ask for your forgiveness. I have already made a decision to give Meiqing Textile Factory to you without any money.
Only in your hands can the textile factory survive, but in my hands, the hopes of generations of my family will be destroyed.
I don’t want the textile factory to fall into the hands of people like Fu Xinan. I only have one condition: I hope you will make the textile factory bigger and stronger!”
Lin Chuan's soft gaze finally slowly lifted up.
But he still smiled coldly and said: "You have decided to be a loser. Since you have lost your last fighting spirit, I can't help you.
Go back, I won’t want your textile factory!”
Yuan Meiqing's face was already filled with tears. She stood up suddenly, her thin shoulders swaying from side to side like drifting weeds in the lingering wind.
"You said you would give me a chance. Now I just want to fulfill this opportunity and ask you to take over the textile factory!"
Lin Chuan said coldly: "You are willing to give me the textile factory, so what are you going to do?"
She wiped the unstoppable tears on her face and pretended to be strong and said: "You don't have to worry about it, you just need to save the textile factory!"
Hearing this, Lin Chuan couldn't hold it back and burst into laughter.
The more he smiled, the more aggrieved Yuan Meiqing felt.
"What are you laughing at?"
"Of course I'm laughing at you!"
Lin Chuan said disdainfully: "You can give away the textile factory, why don't you use the textile factory to stand up again? At least let the people who tricked you teach you a lesson?"
Yuan Meiqing stared at Lin Chuan with tears in her eyes.
Didn't understand it at all.
Lin Chuan then laughed and said: "Don't give me the textile factory and sell it to the boss behind Fu Xinan for 2.7 million. Then you can use the 2.7 million to invest in other projects!"
Yuan Meiqing was immediately surprised and said: "You asked me to sell the textile factory, no, I will never!"
"The only difference between your textile factory and its collapse is that there is a legendary person like you watching over it. The textile factory is dead, but the people are alive.
Feelings and beliefs are not worth a dime in business. The most important thing is that you can make back all the lost profits through this. Don’t you want to take revenge?”
Yuan Meiqing finally understood.
She wiped the tears from her eyes vigorously and said, "You mean, let them buy an empty shell, right?"
Lin Chuan laughed and said: "Fortunately, you are not so stupid that you did ask them to buy an empty shell, and soon, you will buy this empty shell back at a super low price.
But the boss behind it may not accept this price. You can give him the second set of dye formulas I gave you, and the price should be controlled at around 1.5 million, and then you can sell it!"
Yuan Meiqing now has no doubts about Lin Chuan and follows his advice.
She returned to the textile factory and immediately called Fu Xinan and told him about the idea of selling the textile factory.
Fu Xinan immediately conveyed the message to Yuan Hedong.
"2.7 million? A shell factory? I think Yuan Meiqing is really crazy. With 2.7 million, I can build my own textile factory!"
Yuan Hedong was very angry.
Others don’t understand the textile factory, so doesn’t he understand it?
Now the textile factory only has a few factory buildings and an office building left, and it doesn't even have a single piece of equipment, yet it dares to ask for 2.7 million.
Fu Xinan followed: "Yuan Meiqing also said, 2.7 million, including the dip-dyeing technology formula that Lin Chuan once gave her!"
"oh?"
Yuan Hedong narrowed his eyes slightly.
The dip-dying technology is indeed very good, and the color of the dip-dyed fabric is natural and long-lasting.
If you can master this technology, you'll have a head start.
At least if you take over the textile factory, you can make a fortune from this fabric.
Thinking of this, Yuan Hedong said coldly: "Tell Yuan Meiqing that I will only give her 1.7 million or 2.7 million, don't even think about it!"