Chapter 63 Director Lao Lin

It was still snowing in the sky, and Fang Ren was walking to the whetstone factory, he was wearing a thick yellow coat. He didn't ask Chen Dajiang to arrange someone to send him, but went to the whetstone factory himself.

When he first came to work at the Qingyang Town Grain Management Institute, his first place of work was the whetstone factory. The factory was originally a town-run factory, but it was later discontinued. Chen Dajiang had a whim for some reason, discussed with the town, and the office contracted to continue the business.

As soon as he arrived at the grain station, he was sent here, and he was very depressed, and no one wanted to go to work in this dilapidated factory. But Chen Dajiang arranged it, what ability did he have to resist?

He was very reluctant to come here before he was reborn, but now, he has changed his mind. If he wants to become a tycoon of the times, if he wants to get rich, he must run a business.

In the past life, he was unknown and poor, and the future life must be vigorous and beautiful!

Although this whetstone factory is not big, if he can control it, it is also a starting point for his career, and it depends on what he does next.

Stepping on the thick snow, Fang Renzheng came to a large iron gate. The large iron gate is rusty, and on the pillar next to the iron gate hangs a wooden strip card, which is written in black on a white background, and the handwriting is mottled, and the wood used to make the bar has shown signs of decay.

The big iron façade faces west, and on the north and south sides is a row of red brick walls, about a meter high, and the walls are also mottled.

Seeing this situation, Fang Renzheng's memory was suddenly pulled back, and the first place of work in his life was here.

He walked over and wiped off the snow stains on the sign with his hand, and the words on it were completely revealed, only to see seven big characters written on it: Qingyang Town Whetstone Factory.

Gently pushing open the big iron door, the snow on the iron gate fell suddenly, Fang Ren didn't care about the snow that fell on his body, so he walked straight to the factory.

The factory is relatively quiet and has not yet started production. There is a row of tiled houses on the north side of the factory, some years old, the walls are very mottled, the wall skin has fallen off, and some of the tiles on the roof are also dilapidated.

Fang Ren was walking towards a tiled house to the east, which looked even more dilapidated, with a pile of grass and garbage at the door.

Looking at all this, Fang Renzheng's eyes suddenly moistened. The whetstone factory was his first place of work, and this room was where he lived when he worked in the whetstone factory, and now everything is still the same, and the spark of memory suddenly burns.

He stood quietly in front of the house for a while, and suddenly his eyes moved, and he turned and walked to the west, and came to the door of a room, and he knocked on the door, and a vaguely familiar voice came out, and he pushed the door open.

The room was filled with smoke, there was a stove in the doorway, boiling water was boiling on it, and an elderly man was smoking a cigarette at a table, looking at the pile of materials in front of him.

This is Lao Lin, Fang Renzheng recognized him at a glance, Lao Lin died less than a year after he left the Qingyang Town Grain Management Office, he had lung cancer, and it was at an advanced stage when he was detected.

Lao Lin is an old smoking gun, the cigarette does not leave his hand, Fang Renzheng couldn't help frowning, brushed the smoke and soot in front of him slightly with his hand, and said crisply: "Director Lin, hello, I'll come to report." ”

Lao Lin suddenly raised his head, looked at him through the smoke, and asked in shock, "...... are you?"

Fang Renzheng stepped forward and said, "My name is Fang Renzheng, Director Chen asked me to come and report to you!"

"Oh, yes, yes, come in and sit down. Lao Lin's gaze turned around his body a few times, and he waved his hand.

Fang Renzheng walked over and sat on a stool next to Lao Lin's desk, sitting east and facing west, looking at Lao Lin.

Lao Lin had a cigarette in his mouth and a pen in his hand to write and draw there. Lao Lin's face seemed to have become whiter under the light of the snow outside the window, but the wrinkles on his face were even more obvious.

Lao Lin is also wearing a yellow coat, his fingers are thick and hard, at a glance it is a pair of working people's hands, Lao Lin now has land at home, his wife is rural, and he is a contract worker, originally the workshop director of the Shahe Township grinding wheel factory, and now transferred to Qingyang Town as the deputy director of the whetstone factory, and the factory director, of course, is Chen Dajiang, but the affairs of the factory are all done by Lao Lin.

"Xiaofang, the factory has not officially produced yet, you go back first, and I will inform you when I will go back to work." After a while, Lao Lin finally finished writing, threw the cigarette butt on the ground, looked at him and said.

Seeing Lao Lin say this, Fang Renzheng smiled slightly, Lao Lin really regarded him as a newcomer who had just come to report, he came to report, it was not just as simple as going to work, but equivalent to being the deputy director of sales, in charge of sales.

Thinking like this, Fang Renzheng smiled and said, "Director Lin, Director Chen asked me to come over and take charge of the sales work, cooperate well with you, and run the factory well." ”

When Lao Lin heard this, he was stunned for a while. The young man in front of him seemed to be just a new student, how could Chen Dajiang put him in charge of sales?

Lao Lin was completely stunned, Fang Renzheng saw it, and said with a smile: "Director Lin, if you don't believe it, you can call and ask Director Chen." ”

After hearing this, Lao Lin really had to call Chen Dajiang. Glancing at Fang Renzheng, he picked up the phone on the table, the phone had just been installed, and he called Chen Dajiang.

As soon as the phone was connected, Chen Dajiang said to him: "This kid is very difficult, as soon as he came to report, he quarreled with me, and he had to go to you to be the factory director, you said it was ridiculous? Later, he said that he wanted you to do sales there, so let him do it, anyway, we are responsible for sales in Shahe Township." ”

Lao Lin listened to Chen Dajiang speak, looked at Fang Renzheng, Fang Renzheng smiled, and when he finished answering the phone, Lao Lin looked at him and said: "Since this is the case, Xiao Fang, then you can come over, cooperate with me, run the factory well, no one else wants to come to me, only you are willing, Xiao Fang, you are good!"

Lao Lin praised Fang Renzheng, although Chen Dajiang said those words to him, but Fang Ren was willing to come over on his own initiative, which made him feel unusual, if there was a young man who was willing to help him run the factory well, why wouldn't he do it?

Therefore, Chen Dajiang's words did not affect his perception of Fang Renzheng, but made him have a good impression of Fang Renzheng, so he left Fang Renzheng behind and cooperated with him to prepare for the production and operation of the whetstone factory.

Seeing this, Fang Renzheng was also very happy in his heart, Lao Lin did not reject him, he had the opportunity to show his skills here, unlike when he arrived here, he didn't understand anything, just being an ordinary production worker.