It's getting a little dark.

Salt City, Fuyuan Hotel.

Zhang Wei and Cheng Lin walked into the restaurant with a schoolbag on their backs and a red leather bag on their shoulders, this time point is a meal, there is a commotion inside, two fat men shouted "spicy" with red faces, and at first glance, there are too many chili peppers to order, and there are three or four girls gulping beer like old men, Zhang Wei has seen more in later generations, but he didn't seem to make a fuss.

Cheng Lin hadn't seen it much, she patted Zhang Wei's head, "Son, look at those girls' families, they drink like this at a young age, how will they marry in the future." ”

Zhang Wei couldn't cry or laugh, what does it matter to you when people drink, he responded vaguely, "Hmm... Presumably. ”

At this time, the waiter came up, "Madam, are you two?"

"I made an appointment for dinner. Cheng Lin took the bag off her shoulder, "Chen... Son, what is Chen?"

"Chen Erfa. Zhang Wei said.

"Oh, Mr. Chen has been here for a while. The waiter stretched out his hand and pointed inside, "Please inside." ”

Zhang Wei and Cheng Lin followed her in.

Box.

Pushing the door and walking in, Zhang Wei saw Chen Erfa talking to Song Jinming.

"The little boss is here. Song Jinming was sitting facing the door, and immediately noticed the arrival of Zhang Wei and Cheng Lin, he stood up and said hello: "Hello boss." ”

Chen Erfa immediately turned around when he heard Song Jinming's words, and immediately stood up after confirming that it was Zhang Wei, and said with a slight flattery on his face: "Zhang Gongzi, are you here?" said and looked at Cheng Lin, "This is Ling Tang?"

Zhang Wei listened to his crepe words and sweated, "It's my mother." "Walked over and sat down," Also, don't call me Childe, just call me Xiaowei. ”

"Don't dare, don't dare. Chen Erfa shook his hand.

"If you don't dare, just call him Xiaowei. Cheng Lin sat down next to Zhang Wei.

Chen Erfa and Song Jinming sat down, Zhang Wei chatted with them for a while, and it didn't take long for the food to come up, and everyone chatted while eating.

Zhang Wei and Cheng Lin were both hungry, so they first went to prison today, and then rushed to Yanshi, and neither of them had a good meal.

The sweet and sour pork ribs, potpoury prawns, braised anchovies, etc. on the table are more in line with Zhang Wei's appetite, and he took a piece of pork ribs with chopsticks and ate it.

While eating, Chen Erfa put down the wine glass, "Zhang... Xiaowei. ”

"Huh?" Zhang Wei swallowed the pork ribs, "What's the matter?"

Chen Erfa looked at him, "How about what I told you on the phone?"

"Yes, how much rice bran do you want to buy? What is the price, just tell Uncle Song. Zhang Wei smiled: "As long as it's not outrageous, it's fine." ”

Cheng Lin put down her chopsticks, "Tell me, I'll listen and see if it's okay." ”

"I want a lot of money, I can't help it, the feed sales are better. Chen Erfa was serious, and seemed to think of something, "How much rice bran does your factory have every month?"

Zhang Wei looked at Song Jinming, "Uncle Song, you talk to him." He really didn't care about how much rice bran, and now he cares about how much rice is processed, so how can he have time to care about rice bran.

Chen Erfa and Cheng Lin both looked at Song Jinming.

Song Jinming frowned and recalled, "In the past, there were about 1,800 tons of rice bran every month, but now the processing volume is more than before, and it is estimated that there are 3,000 tons. ”

Chen Erfa was taken aback and said in disbelief: "So many?"

"How much do you want?" Zhang Wei raised his head as he ate.

Chen Erfa's voice was a little empty, "1,500 tons a month." He seemed to have something in mind, explaining: "I only add 30 percent of the rice bran to the feed in my factory. ”

Zhang Wei nodded, "Okay, you can talk to Uncle Song in detail, and I'll eat first." He didn't even ask about the price, and he didn't expect much money from rice bran anyway.

Cheng Lin loves money more, took a sip of the drink, and pretended to ask casually: "How much do you take rice bran from others?"

Chen Erfa stretched out three fingers, "Three hundred." ”

Zhang Wei was a little surprised after hearing this, he thought it would be good to be able to sell one or two hundred per ton, but he didn't expect that there were three hundred, one thousand five hundred tons is 450,000 ah, now it is not like the rice bran in later generations has been completely developed and used, the rice bran in later generations can be used as rice bran oil, extract phytic acid, etc., he remembered reading a report, the highest price of rice bran in later generations has reached nearly 2,000 yuan per ton.

Cheng Lin said "oh" and didn't say anything more, her face looked very happy.

It's almost the end of the meal.

Zhang Wei hadn't heard what Chen Erfa's purpose was, so he wiped his mouth, "You don't just want to talk about this business, right?"

Cheng Lin and Song Jinming also stopped eating and looked at Chen Erfa.

Chen Erfa planned for a while, and finally gritted his teeth and said, "I want to ask you to help me ask Mr. Yin to come out." ”

Zhang Wei let out an "oh", "Didn't you participate in Ying... Is Mr. Yin's daughter's birthday party? Why do you want me to ask him out for you?"

Chen Erfa smiled bitterly, "I'm going uninvited." ”

Zhang Wei suddenly realized, no wonder Yin Zhiming and Liu Ling didn't look at Chen Erfa that day, it turned out that they didn't know each other at all, he thought for a while, and said, "I can help you ask, I'm not sure if he is willing to see you." ”

"Thank you, thank you. Chen Erfa stood up and bowed.

Zhang Weidang called Yin Zhiming and told Chen Erfa about the situation, and Yin Zhiming promised to meet Chen Erfa.

Then the four of them chatted for a while.

The dinner is over.

In the car.

As soon as Zhang Wei climbed into the passenger seat and sat down, he heard his mother laugh out loud, and he asked curiously, "Mom, what are you laughing at?"

"Xiaowei, Mom is happy today. Cheng Lin closed the car door, "Look, your father's money from the Jiansheng Pavilion is here, so it's good that you don't have to spend it yourself." ”

Zhang Wei was stunned, what does it mean that you don't have to spend money at home? Dare to love that the rice bran that Chen Erfa bought is not from his own factory? Immediately he also laughed, he didn't expect it, because of the expulsion of a Zhang Ting, even the money of the Daddy Jiansheng Pavilion was earned, and this person was worth the expulsion.

……

The next day.

Because it was late yesterday, Zhang Wei and Cheng Lin did not return to the magic capital, so the mother and son came to the rice factory early in the morning to take a turn, and then walked towards the office.

As soon as he walked upstairs, Zhang Wei saw the office door open.

The two walked in.

Song Jinming and Zhang Baoguo sat at their desks and talked.

Zhang Wei greeted as he walked, "Uncle, Uncle Song." "I said I didn't see you two in the workshop, it turned out to be in the office." ”

"The little boss is early, the boss lady is early. Song Jinming stood up.

Zhang Baoguo also stood up, "Cheng Lin, Xiaowei, are you here?"

Cheng Lin walked to Zhang Wei and sat down, put the bag aside, and asked with a smile, "Third child, what are you talking about?"

Zhang Baoguo looked at Song Jinming, then looked back at Zhang Wei and Cheng Lin, and said, "Just now, Brother Song was talking to him about how many meters he has processed recently." ”

Speaking of processing, Zhang Wei also came to be interested, the rice factory has been open for almost a month, he only remembers that a total of 3,000 tons of rice were processed in the first two weeks, and after three shifts, he returned to the magic capital, and he really doesn't know how much rice was processed.

"Uncle Song, how many tons of rice have you processed in the past two weeks?" Zhang Wei asked with concern.

Song Jinming picked up the schedule from the desk, walked to Zhang Wei and handed it over, "Well, the processing of 10,000 tons of the schedule has been completed." ”

"Huh?" Cheng Lin was a little surprised, "Didn't it take the first and second weeks to process about 3,000 tons?

Zhang Wei was also a little surprised, and asked, "Isn't it wrong?" said and looked at the schedule, hey, this month's output of 10,000 tons has really been completed!

Song Jinming laughed, took out a pack of cigarettes from his trouser pocket, turned his head and asked Zhang Baoguo, "Do you smoke?" After seeing Zhang Baoguo shake his head, he turned his head to look at Zhang Wei again, "Little boss, haven't you implemented three shifts since you fired Zhang Ting?" Work 24 hours a day, of course, the output has come up, on the other hand, the workers have less time to work, and now they can work hard, I have to help them say a word, there are still some people who have not turned positive, or will they become regular in the past two days?"

Zhang Wei was very pleased, and waved his little hand, "It's right." ”

He really didn't expect that the output of three shifts would increase more than doubled, and he had always thought that it would be good to increase the output by 2,000 tons, but it turned out that it was almost 7,000 tons in two weeks.