This year's Spring Festival in Xinghua Village, not only the sour jujube and Zhenshu families are unhappy, but the xylophone is also in it. She couldn't find someone to talk to, so she could only stuff herself in her stomach, which was much more depressed than those two families.

After leaving Maolin's house, she went straight to the preserved fruit factory and made a few phone calls to Nanjing. first called Old Man Mu. Knowing that her brothers were gathered at her home for the New Year, she felt like crying inexplicably. Then, she calmed down before hanging up the phone in the main factory.

The head office had already taken annual leave, and a staff member on duty gave him the mobile phone number of the head office. Pressing this number, she connected to Mr. Zang's mobile phone and said some blessings. It seems that Mr. Zang did not call her. Muqin was very puzzled in her heart, but she didn't dare to ask if there was anything to discuss with her.

The two talked a few words, and the topic naturally turned to production and the transformation of the factory. Mr. Zang is still in that non-negotiable tone, urging Xylophone to come up with an implementation plan for transformation as soon as possible. The main factory is ready to send people to inspect and deliberate in May, and strive to complete the transformation task of the factory by the end of the year, and not more than next year at the latest. If the overall planning of the main plant is delayed, you will bear the consequences.

Xylophone gasped and stubbornly responded, and his whole body was cold. It seemed that at this moment, the cold air in the room began to gather on her body, attaching to her cotton clothes. Bit by bit, it penetrated into it, invading the stiff skin. Then it drilled into the pores of sweat one by one, and slowly penetrated into the entire internal organs.

Zang always calls at home, and Lao Zang always listens to it. Mr. Zang also chatted with the xylophone for a while.

Hearing the voice of the old Tibetan president, a kind and funny figure immediately appeared in front of the xylophone. A huge beer belly with delicate and shiny skin. A few long hairs were like a few thin branches, draping across the door of the head, covering the smooth top of the head. When he said the first sentence, Xylophone thought meaningfully that Lao Zang must have used his chubby palm to gently press his red and bare head.

Mr. Zang still has that kind of trusting tone, fully affirming the remarkable achievements of this branch led by Xylophone in the past few years. He said that he had given up the main factory to his son to run the overall operation, and he put all his main energy on entering the international market. The product quality and market reputation of Xinghuacun factory have withstood the test, and shown strong development potential, and is a good production base with great achievements. In view of the current market trend and the needs of future competition, it is determined that the Xinghuacun factory will implement transformation and replace products, and the main factory is also a prudent decision made after careful consideration, and it is the first reform step taken after his son is launched. I hope that Xylophone can understand the intention of the main factory, understand the difficulties of his son, and try his best to overcome the current difficulties, get out of the predicament, and achieve the goal of the future development of the enterprise. He believes that xylophone has the courage and confidence to successfully complete the important task of restructuring and transformation.

Lao Zang's words made the xylophone's heart hot and cold for a while, just like a cold and flu. When it's hot, the whole body is full of blood. When it's cold, it's cold from head to toe, like taking a cold shower. Putting down the phone, Xylophone sat stunned for most of the day, still wondering which call came from this afternoon. Suddenly, she remembered "Wang Gong". The chief engineer who was honest and willing to help him build a factory, the intellectual young man who was pragmatic and considerate of the mountain people who had gone to the countryside to the Great Northern Wilderness, and the senior intellectual who was only learned but was modest and kind.

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