Today, under Shi Zhijian's planning, the instant noodle factory is fully staffed.
The transport team consisted of 300 people, led by Hong Yihai Daoxiong.
The security team consists of 300 people, led by He Liansheng and Hu Yong.
There are also more than a thousand skilled workers, temporarily led by Shi Zhijian's good brother Ding Yongqiang.
News spread that the factory was full of staff, but people still came to apply for the job. However, the previous recruitment incident in Wai Village was fermented. In addition to Wai Village, villagers from other places in Yuen Long also came here.
After all, a guaranteed monthly salary of three hundred is not a small sum these days. Countryside people can earn it without having to travel far to work. Of course, they must seize the opportunity.
From the beginning, Shi Zhijian planned to build ten instant noodle production lines with thousands of people. Now more and more people are applying for the job, which has already exceeded the number of places needed before.
Shi Zhijian had trouble recruiting people before, but now he has trouble recruiting too many people. According to Ding Yongqiang's registration, there are now almost 1,800 people.
Shi Zhijian is not a philanthropist. Since there are many people, let’s admit the best!
Strong and strong!
Reading and literacy!
There are also good-looking ones!
Keep these, don’t leave the rest!
Ding Yongqiang was kind-hearted and tried his best to explain the reasons to those who were dismissed.
Those people yelled at him, called him a liar and a liar, and wished him "the Yan family will be prosperous and prosperous"!
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Ding Yongqiang is in so much pain that he is just waiting for news from Wong Chuk Hang Police Academy to help him out of his misery.
Shi Zhijian was much more relaxed here, constantly treating guests to dinner and meeting business partners who cooperated with the factory.
Just as Shi Zhijian expected, after he announced the establishment of the instant noodle factory, suppliers of flour, grain, oil and condiments came directly over, wanting to establish a good partnership with Shi Zhijian.
To put it bluntly, these suppliers are willing to provide raw materials for instant noodle factories, and the accounts can be settled later.
Before opening, Shi Zhijian had separate conversations with the owners of these grain and oil merchants, asking about prices, quality, and settlement methods.
There were eight grain and oil merchants in total. In the end, Shi Zhijian chose one of them. The boss was called "Bifada" and the name of the grain and oil store was "Fafa Grain and Oil Store".
When Bi Fafa heard that he had been selected by Shi Zhijian to become a partner of the instant noodle factory, he almost went crazy with joy.
You know, Bi Fafa is a good businessman. When he came, he visually inspected the instant noodle factory. It was extremely huge from the inside out, covering an area of 500 acres, ten production lines, and thousands of employees. It would need flour and cooking oil in the future.
, and the seasonings cannot be calculated. If the contract can be signed smoothly, then the "Developed Grain and Oil Industry" will not worry about being really developed in the future.
At three o'clock in the afternoon, in the temporary general manager's office, Shi Zhijian met with Bi Fafa alone again.
Although it was not the first time for Bi Fafa to meet Shi Zhijian, he still couldn't help but sigh at his youthfulness.
However, the younger Shi Zhijian is, the happier Bi Fafa is. He can't keep his mouth shut but can't do things well. This kind of young man is the most restless and the easiest to be bullied by these old fritters and old gangsters.
Shi Zhijian didn't care at all that Bi Fa was looking at him. He was sitting on a very ordinary chair, but his posture was like a tycoon. He took the cigarette case from the table, threw out a Marlboro cigarette, and asked Bi Fa: "Eat cigarettes?"
Bi Fa quickly waved his hand and said, "Thank you, no need!"
Shi Zhijian bit one himself, lit it, and put out the match, "Boss Wan, do you know why I chose you this time?"
"Uh, this...maybe it's the fate between me and you, Boss Shi, to do business!"
"Haha, look at this first!" Shi Zhijian crossed his legs, blew out smoke, and pushed the information in front of him to Bi Fafa.
Bifa took it and took a look, then was stunned.
Above are the supply quotations given to Shi Zhijian by seven other grain and oil stores, as well as the quality levels of flour and cooking oil.
Bifa couldn't help wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, because one of the companies above quoted a lower price than his, and another company's flour quality was better than his.
"I don't quite understand." Bi Fafa looked at Shi Zhijian and finally asked his doubts, "Since there are cheaper ones and better quality ones, why did you choose me?"
Shi Zhijian flicked the ashes of his cigarette rhythmically, "Are you nervous? Then you should remember this feeling-----"
Shi Zhijian leaned over gently with sharp eyes: "My factory will open tomorrow. All you have to do is - do your job as a supplier and don't play any tricks, because I can find someone else to replace you at any time.
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Bifa wiped his forehead with a handkerchief and left Shi Zhijian's office with an unusual expression.
At this time, he will no longer lament Shi Zhijian's "youth". This is a terrifying existence, and he can understand people's psychology more accurately than he, an old fritter.
Shi Zhijian dismissed Bi Fafa and leaned on his chair to take a puff of cigarette and start thinking about opening the business tomorrow.
Now everything is ready in the factory, the workers have been trained, the machines have been debugged, and the suppliers are all in place. Even the stage for the opening tomorrow, the lion dance team hired, and the VIP seats invited have been confirmed.
Already.
"Now all that's left is fireworks! The opening should be festive! It's crackling and blooming everywhere. This is enough energy!"
Just when Shi Zhijian was thinking about it, someone knocked on the door: "Boss Shi, there is someone looking for you outside!"
Shi Zhijian didn't care, thinking it was another grain and oil merchant. After all, the instant noodle factory was a big piece of meat and no one would give up easily.
Shi Zhijian deliberately delayed for a while before wandering out of the office with a cigarette in his mouth. Far away, he saw a black Ford car parked at the door of the factory with the conspicuous license plate number "555".
Shi Zhijian was startled and thought to himself, isn't this Detective Hua Lei Luo's car?
Sure enough, just when Shi Zhijian was looking at the car, the door opened, and it was Lei Luo's follower Chen Xijiu, wearing a floral shirt, leaning on the car and waving to him.
Shi Zhijian walked over and greeted with a smile: "Brother Jiu, what brought you out?"
Chen Xijiu nuzzled at him: "Brother Luo is waiting for you in the car!"
Shi Zhijian smiled, took out a box of cigarettes from his arms and threw them to Chen Xijiu: "Then you should eat cigarettes outside first!"
Chen Xijiu took the cigarette and looked at the brand, "Marlboro? Is there anything better?"
Can’t even look down on Marlboro? Today’s detectives are so cool!
Shi Zhijian rolled his eyes: "Wait until I get rich!" Then he got into the car.
Detective Lei Luo was sitting in the car, holding a thick unlit cigar in his hand, frowning as if his parents were dead, and had no idea Shi Zhijian was getting in the car.
"Brother Luo, what do you want from me?" Shi Zhijian asked.
Lei Luo finally came back from his thoughts, looked at Shi Zhijian and sighed: "Your father is so smart!"
Shi Zhijian smiled: "Brother Luo, what do you mean?"
"Last time, your father told me in his dream that I would have bad luck, and now it's come true. I will be transferred from Tsim Sha Tsui to Yuen Long to be your neighbor!"
"Yuen Long? Not bad. The air is good and the people are simple. Brother Luo can have a good rest after being transferred here!"
Lei Luo flicked his cigar and realized that it was not lit. "Hey, A-Jian, I thought you were joking! You know Yuen Long best. I don't know why you want to build a factory here, but
I was transferred here to guard the pond!"
"Brother Luo, you didn't come to me to complain, right?"
"Are you still pretending to be confused?" Lei Luo's eyes were like a falcon, "I want to know if your damn dad has any dreams, and can you help me tide over the difficulties?"
Lei Luo was also anxious.
In the past few days, news has spread within the police station that Yan Xiong has hooked up with James, the ghost guy, and paid him three million in favors. This time, Detective Hua has already targeted three places in Yau Tsim Mong for the transfer of Inspector Hua's jurisdiction.
When Lei Luo got the news, it was already too late, because James had already reported it to his superiors, and the personnel appointment list would be announced tomorrow. By then Lei Luo would not only have to give up the three places in Yau Tsim Mong, but he would also be sent to Yuen Long. Now is the time
It's urgent, even sending more money is useless.
Lei Luo was anxious and confused. At this moment, he could only pray to God and pray to Buddha, placing his hope in Shi Zhijian's dead ghost father Dou, hoping that he could give guidance.
Seeing Lei Luo's anxious look, Shi Zhijian immediately took the cigar from his hand, bit it in his mouth and lit it, then handed it back and said slowly, "My father has said, don't panic when something happens!"
