"You are Song Dinghan, Mr. Song." Seeing Wang Er walking in with a thin middle-aged man, Yan Guang hurriedly stepped forward to shake hands with him.

"Don't dare, don't dare, just call me Ding Han." Song Dinghan hurriedly said.

"You just call Brother Ding Han, Brother Ding Han, please take a seat."

After Song Dinghan sat down, Yan Guang began to look at the person in front of him who was introduced by Richard and Charlie.

About a month ago, the expansion of Yanguang's Huasheng company was finally completed, and the second batch of workers had graduated from the training course and were now in production with the first batch of workers. Today's Huasheng company covers an area of three hectares, has more than 800 employees, 30 looms, more than 1,000 spindles, 50 spare looms, more than 3,000 spindles, and a monthly profit of more than 3,000 silver dollars, which can be said to be the largest factory in Sichuan.

It's just that by this time, Yan Guang found that he and a few other accountants were no longer busy, and at this time, there were fifty looms and more than 3,000 spindles that had not been put into use, and by the time these machines were also put into use, I am afraid that the entire factory would have more than 2,000 employees.

Moreover, when London's rubber stock reached its peak, Yan Guang was also preparing to build a ash factory, a paper mill, a garment factory and even a glass factory, and by then the number of employees in the entire Huasheng would probably exceed 10,000.

Yan Guang had no choice but to ask Richard and Charlie, who were far away in Shanghai, by telegram, hoping that they could help him find a suitable person to take care of the factory.

Yan Guang's requirements are not high, only three points. First, you must know English (you can have a few more things), second, you don't have any bad records, and third, and most importantly, you must be a Chinese...

As for management experience, of course, it is best to have it, and if you don't have it, you can learn it slowly.

Unlike in the coast, the largest textile factory in Sichuan is Yanguang's Huasheng, and other textile factories cannot compete with Huasheng in terms of cost, quality and efficiency, so the most important thing for Yanguang is the manager.

Although Yan Guang's requirements were not high, after receiving the telegram, Richard still dragged Charlie to help pick up the candidates, and the final selection result was Song Dinghan who stood in front of Yan Guang.

Song Dinghan, male, 33 years old, nationality: Han, from Jianyang, Sichuan, fluent in English and German, and once worked as a manager in a textile factory in Shanghai, but later because of a bad relationship with his boss, he finally had to roll up and leave.

When he was a manager, he used to have a little friendship with Charlie of Jardine Matheson, so when Yan Guang sent a telegram hoping that they would find a candidate, Charlie chose Song Dinghan, who was preparing to return to his hometown.

After learning that a large textile factory in his hometown of Sichuan was recruiting managers, Song Dinghan immediately booked a ticket back to Sichuan.

Of course, Song Dinghan came back with Lin Wei and others, fifty Type 1888 committee rifles, and a total of 50,000 rounds of 79 round rounds of 1,000 rounds per rifle.

Originally, there were also seventy-nine pointed bullets on the side of the German foreign company, but the price was much higher than that of seventy-nine round bullets, considering that there were still three years before the Xinhai Revolution, these rifles were currently only used for training, so in the end Yan Guang still chose seventy-nine round bullets, but even so, after buying guns and bullets, Yan Guang's two-month profit was still gone.

In fact, Yan Guang prefers Mauser 98 and Lee Enfield, but unfortunately Mauser 98 is out of stock, and he can't buy it if he wants to, Enfield can't afford to use it even if he has it, and when he uses Enfield during the war, the number of bullets consumed can get Yan Guang's heart attack out.

You know, if you want to use Enfield rifles on a large scale, you can't support it without an adequate industrial base...

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After the people outside brought the tea, Yan Guang motioned to Song Dinghan to taste it.

"Brother Ding Han, I have already read your information, and you were introduced by Richard and Charlie, so Huasheng will entrust it to you in the future..."

"Please rest assured, I will definitely do my best to make Huasheng develop better." Song Dinghan is very confident in this, because there are no competitors in Sichuan Huasheng, and those opponents in other provinces have the disadvantage of transportation costs, plus they have a population of 50 million in Sichuan.

"I'm naturally relieved of that." Yan Guang smiled. "I'll arrange an office and bedroom for you in a while, and now all the conditions for the start-up of the factory are still very simple, so bear with me."

Song Dinghan also smiled. "When I was in Shanghai, my bedroom was also a bed and a desk, as long as it didn't get any more humble than that."

"Hahahaha." Both of them laughed.

After Song Dinghan was arranged, Yan Guang took Wang Er to the warehouse to see the new guns he bought.

At this time, the new guns and ammunition were placed in a wooden box in the corner of the warehouse, and fifty security guards were also gathered around the box.

After seeing Yan Guang and Wang Er come in, fifty people immediately surrounded them with excitement on their faces.

"Boss, are these guns for us?"

"Of course." As he spoke, Yan Guang walked over to one of the wooden boxes, opened the wooden box and took out one of the rifles. "These guns are for you." As he spoke, he threw it to the team member who had just spoken.

After receiving the gun, the team member immediately stroked the barrel of the gun. "What a good gun..."

Most of these fifty people have only used shotguns, and only a few have used them like fast guns. If you only touch it, there are three or five people...

"Of course." Yan Guang himself took out one and stroked it. "There are only a few rifles that can be better than this gun, such as the German Mauser 98, the British Lee Enfield, the American Springfield rifle, and the Russian Mosin Nagant."

The surrounding security guards were stunned when they heard this, they didn't know what gun Yan Guang was talking about, and the few had only heard the word Mauser.

"Forget it, I don't understand it to you." Yan Guang waved his hand a little boringly. "I'll go with your captain Wang to get the gun for a while, and learn to shoot with him after getting the gun." As he spoke, Yan Guang turned his head to Wang Erdao. "Remember, it's expensive to save bullets..."

obviously bought such a good gun, but he had to save some bullets, Wang Er was also a little speechless.

"Also, be careful when practicing shooting, so that they don't hurt yourself and your companions." In later generations, when military training was shooting, there would be an instructor next to the students who practiced shooting, just to prevent this from happening...

"Don't worry, I'll be careful."

"Well, then please." patted Wang Er on the shoulder, and Yan Guang left the warehouse.

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A new week has begun, asking for collections and tickets~~~