When Wang Qiang, his grandfather and two cousins returned to the coal factory, they found that their uncle Chen Haipeng had returned. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Uncle, you just came back?" asked Wang Qiang.

"Daddy"

"Daddy"

Chen Fei and Chen Yu happily ran to their father Chen Haipeng's side.

"Good son" Chen Haipeng gently patted the shoulders of the two little guys, then looked at Wang Qiang and said, "I also just arrived home"

"Uncle, how are things going?" asked Wang Qiang.

"Eat first, and then we'll talk about it after eating," Chen Haipeng said.

"Yes, eat first, and then you can talk about anything else after eating," said Grandpa Chen Chengcheng.

Since there were no workers, there were just a few of them. Grandpa asked Wang Qiang and his two cousins to move the dining table and chairs to his bedroom.

The dining table is foldable and has a four-square-metre tabletop.

Grandpa's bedroom is more than 30 square meters large, and the innermost is a 12-square-meter ondol. In winter, the fire is lit and the whole room is warm. Now that the weather is relatively hot, the fire kang is not lit for the time being, and it is generally not burned until October every year.

There is also a color TV of more than 20 inches in the room, and you can watch TV while eating.

Wang Qiang and his two cousins made a few trips from the bedroom to the kitchen and brought the dinner cooked by his grandmother and aunt to the table. A vinegared potato, a cold carrot, and a bitter gourd scrambled egg. In addition, grandma and the others also made a few pancakes, plus a bowl of porridge for each person.

At the dinner table, Wang Qiang didn't talk to his uncle Chen Haipeng about business, but just chatted about family life.

Eating while chatting, although the meal was not fast, the dinner did not take too long.

In less than half an hour, the table was put away again.

After eating, my grandmother and aunt went to the kitchen to wash the dishes and pots.

Grandpa and two cousins continued to watch TV in the bedroom.

Chen Haipeng and his nephew Wang Qiang went to the office of the coal factory together.

Chen Haipeng entered the office, poured himself a glass of water first, and then returned to the sofa to make it.

After the two of them sat down on the sofa, Wang Qiang looked at his uncle Chen Haipeng and asked, "Uncle, the business of the coal factory is not good during this time?"

"Did you see it today?" asked Chen Haipeng.

"Well, I came today and saw that there was no production. After asking my aunt, I found out that this is the time, and the business of the coal factory is not very good," Wang Qiang said.

"Nowadays, more and more people like to use gas for cooking, and there are many fewer people who use stoves to cook, and business has declined a bit," Chen Haipeng said disapprovingly.

"What are the profits of the coal mill now?" Wang Qiang asked.

"Although the business is not good, there is still money to be made, 40,000 or 50,000 yuan a year," Chen Haipeng said.

"Uncle, I remember that when the coal factory was at its best, it earned 100,000 yuan a year, but now it is only half of what it used to be?" Wang Qiang said.

"The year before last, the price of coal skyrocketed, and I got the news in advance that I had hoarded nearly 500 tons of coal, and I made almost 100,000 yuan from hoarding coal that year alone, and the income of the coal factory was almost 300,000,000,000,000," Chen Haipeng said.

"Uncle, what are you going to do with the coal plant in the future?" asked Wang Qiang.

Looking at the way his uncle Chen Haipeng just spoke, he is no longer interested in the business of the coal factory.

Sure enough, as soon as Wang Qiang's words fell, he heard Chen Haipeng say:

"I've been busy with your business all the time, and your aunt has always been in charge of the coal plant. Earn less, make less, as long as your aunt has something to do, and I don't expect the coal mill to make much money now."

Seeing his uncle Chen Haipeng's disapproving appearance, Wang Qiang knew that there was no need to say anything. But when he thought that in a few years, induction cookers and rice cookers would become popular, and the business of the coal factory would be even worse, he said: "Uncle, the golden age of the coal factory should have passed." If you can, take advantage of the time to transfer the coal plant and start another business."

"During this time, the coal plant was not profitable, and Xiaorong has complained to me many times. If the coal factory starts to stop making money, you have to find something to do for your wife again, otherwise you will definitely be annoyed to death," Chen Haipeng said secretly.

Thinking of this, Chen Haipeng raised his head and looked at Wang Qiang and asked, "What business?"

Although he may not necessarily adopt Wang Qiang's opinion, Chen Haipeng still plans to listen to his nephew.

"Brick factory," Wang Qiang said.

"Brick factory?" Chen Haipeng asked.

"Yes, it's a brick factory. Now that people have money, they will start building new houses. The construction in the city has been accelerating, not to mention that we here, even our Fuliu New District has to be built, and the construction industry will definitely be prosperous for several years. The brick factory business can definitely be done," Wang Qiang said.

"Can the brick factory really do business?" Chen Haipeng asked.

"I don't know about others, but uncle, you must earn more than others. Wang Qiang said.

"Why?" Chen asked.

"Now we have invested nearly 200 million in Fuliu New Area, and it is estimated that we will use nearly 20 million bricks alone. If we can get in touch with the construction company that undertakes the construction of the new area, and let them use our bricks all the time, the entire new area will be completed, and the gross profit will be hundreds of millions. And uncle, you are more familiar with the people in the coal mine, burning bricks requires a lot of coal, as long as the coal we use is cheaper than others, the cost is cheaper than others," Wang Qiang said.

Chen Haipeng listened to his nephew Wang Qiang's words, and was also a little moved, thought about it and said: "This business is indeed a good business, but brick making requires a lot of soil, and you have to find rich soil resources. Although there is also wasteland in our village where soil can be extracted, the wasteland is not too large, and it is estimated that not many bricks can be produced."

"Uncle, the brick factory doesn't have to be built in Chenjiagou, Xinghua Town can also be. Doesn't Xinghua Town have its own brick factory, but I don't know why it closed down, we can buy it there and start work again, water and electricity are ready-made, even brick kilns or something, clean up and start work immediately," Wang Qiang said.

"Xinghua Town Brick Factory, I know, it was an old brick factory that existed during the Cultural Revolution, which made great contributions to the construction of Xinghua Town and several surrounding towns, and finally closed down due to poor management. It's just that the brick factory is so big, I'm afraid it will cost a lot of money to buy it, right?" Chen Haipeng said.

"Uncle, the brick factory has been abandoned for so long that no one cares about it, and the town government has probably forgotten that there is another factory there. If you buy it, you can give them an extra sum of money, and you will definitely be happy. However, when you buy it, you can't say that you bought it to make bricks, otherwise the price will definitely not be low. You just say that there is another use, it is estimated that it will be hundreds of thousands, and then the waste equipment of the brick factory may be half sold and half sent," Wang Qiang said.

"Okay, let me think about it, I have to discuss it with your aunt again, if she still wants to continue to do the business of the coal yard, the business of the brick factory will be forgotten" Chen Haipeng thought for a while and said, "Forget it, let's talk about today's affairs in the Anxi Design Institute"