Jiang Xiaoming stood in the dilapidated factory with a blank face, looking at the glassless window in a daze.

How did he become the secretary of an inexplicable food factory overnight? It's still an empty food factory with no one in it!

Although he complained to his father many times that he didn't like his current job and wanted to work in a state-owned enterprise, he emphasized many times that it was a state-owned enterprise that made money!

He loves to deal with money! And it's about making money, not counting other people's money in the bank.

But the dilapidated house in front of him made him have nothing to do with making money.

Thinking that he heard his father tell him last night that he had found himself the leader of a food factory, he also pinched a sweat for his father and persuaded him to take a smaller step... Don't use power for personal gain so obviously.....

Then he swore to his father that he would not disappoint his high expectations, and promised to lead this food factory to soar and become the first in the industry, so that he would have a long face.

Outcome......

That's my father, I can't beat or scold, what should I do?

But is he a son? How can there be such a pit on his son? This is a factory that will close down tomorrow, right? No, today! No, yesterday! This factory has been closed down for a long time!

**'s mouth is naturally very tight, not only did he not leak a little information about Zhao Yonghe and "Fang Hua" to his family before, but now, he didn't say the origin of this factory, and only asked his son to come over and follow others to work hard.

"Jiang Xiaoming, Secretary Jiang?" Suddenly, a voice came from behind him, which frightened Jiang Xiaoming. This "Jiang Xiaoming" with three circles of echoes is really terrifying!

He turned quickly and saw a man with an honest face smiling at him. It was dog days, and the man seemed to be in a hurry, and his face was covered with sweat.

Seeing him, Zhao Yong smiled while wiping his sweat.

This picture was so lively, Jiang Xiaoming relaxed suddenly, and then became a little embarrassed.

"Hello Secretary Jiang, I am Zhao Yong, the director of this factory." Zhao Yong took out a handkerchief from his pocket and carefully wiped the sweat on his hands before reaching out to shake hands with Jiang Xiaoming.

Jiang Xiaoming was very satisfied with his action, but he reacted halfway through his hand: "I'm not Secretary Jiang, that's my dad." "What kind of eyes does this man have? Does he look like a secretary?

"Aren't you the secretary of this factory?" Zhao Yong asked with a smile.

Jiang Xiaoming reacted at this time, he said that it was this secretary. There is really no sense of reality at all, and besides, he doesn't want to be this secretary, it's useless to be a secretary, and it is estimated that he will have to be laid off in one day.

"When are we going to go through the formalities?" Jiang Xiaoming didn't talk nonsense, and asked Zhao Yong directly.

"What's the formality?" Zhao Yong was puzzled: "Everything that needs to be done is done." ”

"And what are we doing here?" Jiang Xiaoming looked at Zhao Yong and said loudly: "Hurry up and go back to your own house, where is it cool!" "The bankruptcy procedures are all over, what do you need the secretary of the factory director to do?

Zhao Yong looked at his expression, then looked at the empty and dilapidated factory, and understood, ** This is not telling him the truth.

Okay, sure! So what to say, what to say, just let him come.

The eldest lady said that this person was credible, but she also said that let him observe slowly and run in slowly, and he couldn't dig out his heart and lungs all at once, it was a neurosis.

"Our factory has just opened, not closed." Zhao Yongdao.

One sentence made Jiang Xiaoming's eyes light up, it just opened! Didn't go out of business!

"Then how many people are there in our factory?" Jiang Xiaoming asked.

Zhao Yong calculated: "Plus the two of us, six and a half." "Qiao Yang still has to go to school, at most he is a part-time worker. Hey? Zhou Xinyue still has to take care of the child, is it only half of it?

Jiang Xiaoming already had an expression of being choked to death. To be honest, he had never seen a factory with only six and a half workers.

Now the scale of state-owned enterprises is old, the scale is not large, and the workers are much older.

People in the city are over 18 years old, and if there is no accident, they will be assigned work, and generally the factory where the parents work, will be stuffed into the factory.

The "succession" system with the characteristics of the times is very distinctive.

As you can imagine, there will be no small number of businesses at all.

Jiang Xiaoming has always felt that this is a drawback, so that any factory will have to be dragged down sooner or later.

But it's not good to have too many people, and it's not good if there are too few people! 6 and a half people, what can they do?

"What do you mean by that half?" Jiang Xiaoming asked blankly.

"There was a 14-year-old student who could only come to work after school or on his day off." Zhao Yongdao.

"Okay..."Jiang Xiaoming paused and asked, "Then what is our factory for?" "The scope of food factories is also very wide, it can be processing or manufacturing, it can be meat food, non-staple food, agricultural products.

Zhao Yong explained it to him.

Jiang Xiaoming looked at his talking, swearing, and his mood was much better. Regardless of the rest, this factory director is very powerful, and he is motivated when he looks at it. I don't know, I thought he was leading a 10,000-person factory behind him!

And after listening carefully, he actually felt that six and a half people could also operate this factory......

"My job is to go down and collect the mountain goods and send them to you, right?" Jiang Xiaoming asked. He didn't hold the secretary's shelf, and he couldn't hold it, 6 and a half people, and there were two women and a child in it, what did he mean?

And he is very self-aware, he became the party branch secretary of a factory at the age of 19, and he must be acting on the surface, and he has to be the director of the factory himself.

"That's right! Your task is to collect here, our task is to sell there, let's cooperate well and make a fortune. Zhao Yongdao.

Slowly, Jiang Xiaoming will know the true face of this factory sooner or later, so he usually has to reveal it to him little by little, so that he can prepare in advance.

Make a fortune... Such a "privatization" blessing really made Jiang Xiaoming's brain jam. It stands to reason that Zhao Yong, the director of the factory, should say "work hard and contribute to socialist construction" or something.

"Okay, make a fortune." Jiang Xiaoming nodded in agreement. 6 and a half people, do whatever you want.

And he has no way out, his father has already quit him from the job over there, and the files have been pulled out and fallen under the name of this factory, and he has seen it!

"Let's go, I'll take you into the mountains to collect the mountain goods." Zhao Yongdao: "I'm going to leave after taking you once, you have to study hard." ”

Zhao Yong didn't treat him as a "secretary", he was really a worker. In this way, the young man's spirit can be frustrated and he will be more obedient.

Jiang Xiaoming followed Zhao Yong into the mountain half-dead and met Liu Baozhu.

When he heard that Liu Baozhu's village was the birthplace of "Wuchang walnuts" and "Wuchang hazelnuts", his eyes lit up.

When he heard that Zhao Yong and Liu Baozhu had decided that 80% of their village would produce this year, his eyes could be used as light bulbs.

When Liu Baozhu visited four or five villages, each of them promised to give them 50% of the production.

He felt like he was blind.