Chapter 9: Apricot Yellow (4) (6)
With the encouragement of the xylophone, Feng'er became more and more thoughtful. She gradually expanded the "pants movement" to the "clothing movement".
She invited a tailor from the town to hold a training class in the village. Gather the eldest daughters and daughters-in-law in the village to learn cutting and sewing techniques for free. The villagers were reluctant to take out the expensive money to change the clothes of the adults, so they focused on starting with the babies. It is not only to try his newly learned craft, but also to put all his love on the cub. As a result, the cubs who used to run in and out like gray rats in each household had new pants with bells and whistles. The streets of the village gradually have bright colors, and they decorate a bright scenery.
It is in this pleasant and relaxed atmosphere that only Mao Xiang's heart is empty in the whole village, but it is unusually damp and gloomy.
Early in the morning, he had to move into this once amiable and lovely, but now very hateful and hateful preserved fruit processing factory, anxiously in the suspicious eyes of others.
The factory is still as clean and tidy as it was when it opened a year ago. The factory buildings are tall, the streets are flat, the shade of the trees is rich, and the birds chirp. Because of Maolin's suggestion, the processing plant has basically achieved a long production line as predicted. Although there is a period of low season in the year, it is mainly from February to the time when the apricot fruit is down. The rest of the season is still running at full capacity. From time to time, the streets of the factory area are flashing with the busy figures of employees. From time to time, there was a sound of laughter in the workshop.
As soon as Mao Xiang stepped into the factory, a few people immediately set their eyes on him. Sneaking in, looking at it, muttering a few words. Immediately, they all pretended not to have anything, busy with the work in their hands, but the corner of their eyes was still wandering on Mao Xiang's body.
One night a few days ago, Wang Gong suddenly came to Mao Xiang's house. He also brought a bottle of good wine brought from Nanjing. The full moon was pleasantly surprised to see Wang Gong personally arrive at his courtyard. She knew that Wang Gong liked to eat the chicken soup she made, so she hurriedly killed a chicken and stewed the chicken soup. Wang Gong and Mao Xiang drank the bottle of wine with this pot of chicken soup. During the drinking room, Wang Gong explained that he came tonight to say goodbye.
He said that the Xinghuacun preserved fruit processing plant has made a good start after a year of operation, and the quality and quantity of products are satisfactory. The benefits achieved have been unexpected. It should be said that the expected goal was achieved ahead of schedule, and it was deeply appreciated by the leaders of the main plant. The main factory also wants to further increase the investment in the Xinghuacun preserved fruit processing plant, tilt the policy, expand the scale and open new varieties, so that it will eventually become an important production base of the main factory. This time, the Tibetan General Assembly decided to transfer him back to the main factory to prepare for the development of a series of new products in order to seize the increasingly active and increasingly competitive preserved fruit market. The preserved fruit processing factory is completely let go of the people of Xinghua Village to operate. And a business director is assigned from the main factory to be fully responsible for the business supervision and financial supervision of the factory. That is to say, the main factory completely handed over the processing plant to the people of Xinghua Village, and handed it over to the xylophone to take care of all kinds of operations and management inside and outside the factory. In addition to the timely performance of the terms of the contract by both parties, the head office will no longer interfere in this side of the affairs. -- by:daliineda|112213890361589729|503 -->