Dongfang Duo has been working overtime in the company for the past few days, and he is tired to death.

But under such a tiring work, Dongfang Duo still insists on code words:

I went home from work and took a shower and fell asleep, and then got up at 4 o'clock in the morning to code the word until I went to work in the morning, so every day, no rest and no entertainment!

(In fact, it is completely possible to save manuscripts, but there is always a day when the manuscripts are exhausted, so Dongfang Duo still insists on coding words every day!) ）

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The person who came was a middle-aged fat man, with a big beard around his mouth, and he was shirtless, as if he was afraid that others would not know how fat he was, and his face was full of smiles.

"Look at my memory, Mr. Zheng and this gentleman, please!"

Uncle Dai and Zhang Yanzhi nodded, stepped on the iron stairs, and followed the fat man to the iron office on the second floor, where the heat was steaming, like an oven.

"Hehe, it's too hot, no clothes, laugh, laugh." The fat man knew Zheng Ju, and he was not polite, so he put on a white vest casually.

"Who is this?"

"This is the carte blanche of the big boss in Hong Kong, Mr. Zhang, who is in charge of this acquisition."

"This is the director of the Dong factory, and he is also the owner of the instant noodle factory."

The uncle introduced the two to each other.

"Luckily!" When Director Dong heard that someone was going to buy his own instant noodle factory, his eyes immediately lit up and he became more enthusiastic.

"Hello, let's take a tour of the factory first."

"This way, please!"

The three of them walked quickly into the factory on the first floor, the roar of machines in the factory was endless, and there were many workers, all of whom were middle-aged aunts, wearing white coats and hats and masks.

But after a closer look, Zhang Yanzhi was taken aback, is this the legendary industrial museum?

What about the machinery and equipment for producing instant noodles? What about the fully automatic production line?

Workers put the bulk dough cake into the groove of the conveyor belt, and the conveyor belt dough is conveyed forward, the first batch of workers put the oil bag up, the second group of workers put the seasoning bag up, and then the third group of workers put the vegetable bag on it, and then the machine uses plastic to put the bread up and turn it into bagged instant noodles, and the last group of workers put the instant noodles into the box

It is a sweatshop with no technical content and no craftsmanship to speak of.

The machines in the whole plant are conveyor belts and packaging machines, and the rest are manual.

The seasoning packets, oil packets, and vegetable packets are all purchased, and even the noodles are not fried by themselves.

Emotionally asked, this is an instant noodle assembly factory, and it will be pulled out and sold after packaging.

But Director Dong didn't have this consciousness at all, and was still boasting there:

"I don't dare to say that this production line is world-class, but Master Kang and Tongyi's production line is like this."

"At that time, it was ten production lines that I bought for 10 million," Director Dong was intoxicated and full of pride.

He still wanted to continue, but unfortunately was ruthlessly exposed by Uncle Zhang Yanzhi:

"Fools!?"

"A motor and a belt are the production line? Up to 5000R. ”

"That rag bag loader is up to 2000R."

"The factory building is also rented, and the workers and inventory are packed together for 300,000 yuan."

As if he had been hit by the vital point, the boss with his eyes glared, jumped up and pointed at Zheng Ju, speechless, meaning to ask which side Zheng Ju was on?

"You-"

"You're big, I'll tell you the truth, he's my nephew." After the uncle hit Dong, the factory director looked at Zhang Yanzhi again, and motioned for him to say next.

Zhang Yanzhi said:

"Director Dong, we can see through your craftsmanship here at a glance."

"Don't be fools."

"Work with us, and 500,000 R will be yours."

"Otherwise, there is no fart."

"So how do you cooperate?" When Director Dong heard 500,000 R, he was relieved that this had actually exceeded his bottom line, but he still cautiously asked first.

In the past, instant noodle factories could still rely on the blood and sweat of workers to make money, but now labor is too expensive, let alone making money, and it is still a loss. Director Dong has long wanted to make a move, but unfortunately no one has wanted it.

"Raise the price!" Zhang Yanzhi said briefly.

"Oh, I see!" Director Dong had an obscene expression on his face, and he looked like he understood.

The two parties signed a transfer agreement, and Ming Dynasty Trading wholly acquired the big raccoon factory for 1 million R, and the seller must clear all the original debts.

Ming Dynasty Trading was a vest company registered by Zhang Yanzhi.

Of course, in fact, it is still 500,000 R to Director Dong.

With 500,000 R left, Zhang Yanzhi decided to give it to his uncle:

"Uncle, this is your hard-earned money!"

"What about your share?" My uncle was a little surprised.

"Uncle has helped me so much, it should be."

My uncle originally gave him the opportunity to lower the price, but instead he raised the price, obviously he bought it himself, but he said that he was the 'Hong Kong boss', saying that he was going to pit the 'Hong Kong boss' money, but in fact, he was going around to give his uncle money.

Uncle helped Zhang Yanzhi so much, but he refused to ask for his money, plus his uncle loved him very much since he was a child, Zhang Yanzhi couldn't help but be a man.

500,000 yuan is really not much for my uncle's credit, but if it is more, he may not accept it, because with his uncle's exquisiteness, he must have guessed Zhang Yanzhi's thoughts.

Sure enough, my uncle agreed.

"Since you're so hearty, ahem, I'll take it."

Zhang Yanzhi was very happy, he had already thought of the name of the new instant noodles, and it was called: "Aosong Brand".

He rummaged through the bags on the production line at random, and when he looked closely, he almost fainted:

There are three words printed on the red packaging bag: 'Kang Shuaifu'.

Zhang Yanzhi, who almost fainted, pointed to Director Dong and said:

"You used to make knockoffs?"

"Hehe, I promise to have the same flavor as the original." He has a look on his face that you know.

"What a pit!"

"Anyway, it's an assembly plant, so it's okay if the materials are good and clean." Uncle didn't care.

"But in the future, the name of Kang Shuai's father will not be used." Uncle said again.

"Then change it to 'Ao Song brand'."

"Director Dong is bothering you, take care of the improvement."

"I'll give you a deposit of 200,000 yuan first, and then I'll make the final payment, and then hand it over."

"By the way, the rest of Kang Shuai's father packaging should be all produced, don't waste it."

"That's fine." Director Dong nodded in agreement.

"Remember not to play tricks, you are a broken factory that is rare for someone to want, and cherish it." Uncle finally warned.

"Don't worry."

"Goodbye, get in touch again."

"Goodbye."

Zhang Yanzhi bought an instant noodle factory and only spent him 1 million, just when he was struggling with how to spend money, in the office of the president of Yangcheng Animation on the 100th floor of Daman's waist, behind a huge mahogany office desk, Xu Wanwei was sitting on the big class chair, squinting his eyes and looking up with an intoxicated face, and under him was a black silk Xiaomei wearing a short skirt with ol hips. Since Yin Ruo was on the list of Su Gongzi, Xu Wanwei promoted Xiaomei to be a secretary.

I lived a happy life of having something to do as a secretary and nothing to do as a secretary.

Although there are occasional difficulties, the overall life is not bad.

'Snap a clever plan. ’

These five words suddenly appeared in Xu Wanwei's mind, because he had just thought of a crooked idea and was going to use it to harm people, and he laughed out loud in a comfortable mood.

Xu Wanwei, who was excited, felt that Xiaomei's mouth could no longer satisfy him, so he pulled Xiaomei off

Dozens of minutes later, Xu Wanwei leaned on the Taipan chair and drank tea leisurely, while standing in front of the office desk was Ye Binwen, the pillar of Yangcheng Animation's 'copycat engineer'.

"Mr. Xu is looking for me?"

"Contact me Neon Country Xiying Company, and I want to negotiate with them about buying the rights of Saint Seiya COS."

"Mr. Xu, but no one in China has ever bought COS copyrights." Ye Binwen was a little puzzled and said, this may be very expensive.

"Hmph, no one buys the copyright, which means that anyone can do it."

"In the future, I will go my own way, so that others have no way out! You know? ”

"Mr. Xu is high! I'll do it right away. ”