In late September, the weather in the northwest has gradually cooled down, although the autumn tiger is still tossing, but the cold dew is very heavy, and there is already an early winter atmosphere.

Fengnian factory.

Office area.

The previous office was on the second floor above the No. 1 factory, just a few simple rooms, which seemed a little old and backward, and the scale of the harvest year was getting bigger and bigger, so I rebuilt an old warehouse next to it.

It is now the new office area of Fengnian and Jiangshan Grain and Oil, and the offices between departments have also been subdivided.

This was originally a huge raw material warehouse, with a partition floor in the middle, a warehouse at the back, and an office in front of it, which was renovated into two floors, barely enough to accommodate the office area of today's harvest year.

Song Shan's office is at the end of the corridor on the second floor.

The office is very spacious, about fifty square meters, desks, sofas, bookshelves, potted plants, and the layout looks very simple, but there is a bit of charm in the simplicity, and it can be regarded as the kind of taste.

"Fang Hong!"

Song Shan sat on the office chair, looked at the documents in his hand, flipped through them carefully, and then closed them and said to a man in his thirties: "I won't look at these, technical things, I can trust Vice President Zhao, since Vice President Zhao believes in you, I also believe in you, you don't suspect that you don't need to use suspicious people, you just grasp it yourself, now you give me a quasi-letter, when will corn oil be listed?"

Fengnian is famous for soybean oil, and other edible oils are basically sent out in the form of gifts, and there is no sale, and the entire plant is soybean oil production equipment.

And corn oil is the second product of the Fengnian brand.

"Right now!"

Fang Hong stood in front of this young man, feeling a little cramped.

He is Zhao Yongnian's senior brother in the same school as the previous term, and he is also a master of oil refining technology, he is a native of Xijing, and he used to work in the Yongshi Oil Refinery, but he was not comfortable in the state-owned enterprise system, and even felt a little wasted of his technology, so he resigned and prepared to go south to the coast to see.

However, a few days before he was about to go south, Zhao Yongnian suddenly came to the door, and under Zhao Yongnian's persuasion, coupled with the fact that Fengnian was also famous in the northwest, and the mood of leaving his homeland was difficult to leave, he stayed for the time being.

Fengnian acquired the city's offshore oil refinery, and the equipment in the sea was for corn oil, which was the second part of Fengnian's plan, but it was somewhat lacking in technology.

After joining the company, Fang Hong was appointed as the deputy manager of the technical department, responsible for the overall production process of corn oil.

Fang Hong is indeed good in oil refining technology, he led the technical department of the Haizhong Branch, has overcome several corn oil production problems, the current corn oil may not be the best, but at least it must be the previous good, perhaps not as good as the soybean oil that is the best at refining in the harvest year, but it is much better than some corn oil in the northwest market.

"Can it now?" Song Shan's eyes lit up slightly when he heard this.

"Mr. Xiao Song, technology is progressing step by step, it is impossible to be in place in one step, now the corn oil produced by the plant in the sea has reached the standard line stipulated by the state, and even surpassed some standards, it is not the best, but there is no problem with market sales, especially in the northwest market!"

Fang Hong said: "I think it can be put on sale now!"

Song Shan listened to his words, was silent for a while, and looked at Zhao Yongnian who was sitting on the sofa opposite, Zhao Yongnian was here to observe, he basically handed over the matter of corn oil to Fang Hong, but as the manager of the technical department and the vice president of Fengnian, he was responsible for this matter.

When he saw Song Shan's gaze, he spoke, and said: "Mr. Song, senior brother is right, the corn oil of the Haizhong branch may not be as good as our soybean oil in terms of quality, but it should be no problem to go on sale!"

"Then go and prepare!"

Song Shan was relieved and said: "The technical aspect is handed over to Manager Fang, and the production aspect, you go and keep an eye on it, after all, the sea is not the main factory here, although it has been rectified, but whether it is the production system, fire awareness, and health standards, it is almost a little worse, and it must meet the standard as soon as possible, consistent with the main factory!"

"In addition, you discuss it with the sales department and the public relations and advertising department!"

"Prepare for listing as soon as possible!"

"We are hot in the Qinchuan market, but the heat will soon be silent, and we have to shoot a second shot to increase our influence!"

Song Shan is becoming more and more impatient now, and he must consolidate the entire northwest market before the end of the year as soon as possible, so that he can advance and retreat freely.

The harvest year is now going well.

That's because there is no brand-level edible oil confrontation in the Northwest, and the vacant share in the market has been won by Fengnian all at once.

However, there are many big brands of edible oil in Huaguo.

For example, Arowana, Luhua, Fulinmen...... Wait, the expansion ability of these big brands is too terrifying, they thought that the interests of the northwest market were too low, so they didn't care, but if the central government announced the strategic plan for the development of the western region in advance, it would inevitably trigger the entry of these big brands.

It will be a tough battle.

A good year is like a flower growing in a greenhouse, if you don't have a solid foundation, you can't survive a storm at all.

"Good!"

Zhao Yongnian and Fang Hong nodded, and then left the office.

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Evening.

Song Shan processed the last document and was about to leave the office.

At this time, Song Jiang, Zhao Yongnian, Aunt Zhong and others suddenly rushed to his office.

"Mr. Song, something is wrong!"

Zhao Yongnian picked up the remote control, pressed the switch, and turned on the TV.

Yongshi TV is playing.

"What's wrong?"

Song Shan frowned slightly.

"See for yourself!" Song Jiang's face was not very good.

Song Shan sat down and watched TV.

Above the TV is just a news broadcast.

......

"XX, there has been a cooking oil on the market recently, do you know?"

"Oh, it's a good year of soybean oil, as long as this Yongshi people are not lonely, they know whether it's good or not!"

"I heard that the predecessor of this soybean oil used to be Yudu soybean oil, the name of Yudu, do you know XX?"

"It's the soybean oil that was once suspected of eating the dead!"

......

"When did it start?" Song Shan was not surprised at all.

"Today!"

Old man Geng handed a large stack of newspapers in his hand to Song Shan: "Look at it, it's all negative news about our harvest year, and the eighteen generations of our ancestors have all been taken out!"

"Harvest soybean oil, is it a high-quality oil, or is it a black-hearted oil?"

"Change the soup or not the medicine?"

“......”

Newspapers, such as Yongshi Daily, Northwest Current Affairs, Xijing Evening News, etc., are all here, and they all have headlines about the harvest year, and they are all negative news.

"You can't sit still on this matter?"

Song Shan's eyes swept over, and then he looked up and looked at the faces of the company, obviously flustered.

The harvest year is still too young.

It is possible to have a tailwind.

If there is a headwind, the whole management will not be able to sit still.

Because they didn't suffer any defeat at all.

This may be an opportunity to practice.

"Mr. Song, this matter is not small, once it is fermented, the entire Fengnian brand will collapse!" Vice President Yu Mu said cautiously, he put all his wealth on Fengnian, and the life and death of Fengnian is related to the life and death of all their employees.

"And now some of the employees are bright!"

Old man Geng said.

"It's just a trivial matter, you can't collapse in a good year, you go back to work!"

Song Shan clapped his hands and said, "What should I do, what should I do!"

"Mr. Song!"

Everyone looked at Song Shan with puzzled eyes.

"Be confident in yourself, be confident in Fengnian, if you can't sit still, do you want our company to be in chaos, right?" Song Shan said lightly: "This will make me doubt your ability, a company can't be smooth sailing, and if it can't withstand the wind and rain, it can't stand!"

His encouragement calmed everyone down.

Each went back and did his own thing.

Only Song Jiang stayed.

Song Jiang still had a solemn expression.