"Mom, what are you crying about!" Zhao Zhuo was a little helpless.

Although he is not very familiar with the parents in front of him, the blood love still penetrates his body and makes him very distressed.

"Zhuo, it's good to come back, it's good to come back!" Zhao Zhuo's mother couldn't cry.

His father, on the other hand, sighed, "Eat first." ”

Zhao Zhuo was already hungry, so he answered, sat at the table, and swallowed the food.

The second elder didn't say anything more, and looked at his son with distressed faces.

The family chattered and gossiped after eating, and it was not over until the second elder went to work.

When the second elder left, Zhao Zhuo couldn't wait to return to his room and find out all the suits and windbreakers he wore when he was doing business in the south.

This is a custom-made suit in China, which was a gift from Zhao Zhuo's uncle at the beginning.

People rely on clothes, Zhao Zhuo is already young, and although his current face is not very handsome, he is somewhat handsome.

When he changed into a suit and put on a windbreaker, the last bit of uneasiness in his heart finally disappeared.

Standing in front of the mirror, Zhao Zhuo always felt that there was still something missing, his hair was scattered, he was not taken care of, and he was somewhat unorthodox.

Then he went downstairs to the barber shop, tidied up his appearance, said a word and wrote it down in his father's account, and then left with a disgraced face.

He had never done such a thing as bookkeeping in his previous life.

Coming back to the street, he went straight to the Mukden Textile Factory.

Although the capital of the Soviet Union had prevented the sale of machines, it was only the news he heard on the road.

But for Zhao Zhuo now, he can use the current news to turn the world upside down.

Soon, he came to the Fengtian Textile Factory, which was different from what he had imagined, although this textile factory had the name of Fengtian, but the scale was not large.

This can't help but make Zhao Zhuo a little worried, what if this factory doesn't need a new machine?

But now he can only bite the bullet, anyway, the business he wants to do, for the factory, does not need any capital, what if he can impress the factory?

The doorman guarding the door, seeing Zhao Zhuo in a suit and leather shoes, swaggering, didn't know for a while whether he should be stopped or not.

When Zhao Zhuo was about to walk into the factory, the doorman reacted.

"This comrade, what are you doing!"

The doorman was a young man, and his voice was very loud, and his shout attracted the sideways eyes of the people around him.

In which era is comrade, it is still a symbol of cordiality, but in the era when Zhao Zhuo lived, it was not a good word.

"Please call me sir, I'm here to find your factory director."

Zhao Zhuo was quite calm, and his tone of voice was light, but it was very easy to believe.

"You, find our factory director, have you told our factory director?"

Although the doorman is young, he also knows that the factory director is not something that anyone can find casually.

Zhao Zhuoyun came to the doorman's side and put his hands in the pockets of his windbreaker.

"I just came back from the Soviet Union, there are some things that not just anyone can know, are you sure you won't let me in and delay the business of your factory?"

Zhao Zhuo is not angry and arrogant, after all, he was a big boss with thousands of people under him in his previous life, and his temperament is by no means comparable to ordinary people.

The young doorman was stunned at once, apparently asked.

"Wait a minute, I'll give you a call and ask."

The doorman was helpless, so he hurriedly ran back to the guard's room, didn't know who to talk to, and then walked out.

"You can't see our factory director, but the head of our sales department has time to meet with you." The doorman received the instructions, but he was no longer afraid.

Zhao Zhuo's original purpose was to meet someone who could talk about business, and the head of the sales section was also beyond his expectations.

He has been in business for so many years, and he is very clear about the techniques of advancing and retreating in the business field.

"Section chief?"

Zhao Zhuo raised his eyebrows, seemingly a little reluctant, but he was actually a little happy in his heart.

But he still showed a look of contempt.

"Just a section chief, you look down on people too much, right?"

The doorman looked at Zhao Zhuo a little unhappy, and he also lost his temper, after all, they were all young and vigorous people.

"No, what's wrong with the section chief, what kind of business do you do, can you do it with our factory director!"

Zhao Zhuo had a cold face and snorted coldly, doing a full set of acts, and not showing a little flaw.

"Originally, there was a whole textile assembly line that I wanted to sell to you, but now it seems that you don't know how to lift!"

He deliberately raised his voice, not to the doorman, but to the workers next to him.

The status of workers today is much higher than that of later generations, and they are involved in all matters in the factory.

And Zhao Zhuo is gambling that this factory has the need to replace machines.

In 1989, a full decade had passed since the reopening, and industry and commerce had developed rapidly.

In addition, the recent disturbances in the Soviet Union urgently need all kinds of light industrial products, and the fabrics produced by textile factories are important raw materials for making clothes, shoes and hats.

I am afraid that now this textile mill is also facing the need to increase production capacity.

This is also the reason why Zhao Zhuo is willing to come in and gamble.

After he said that, he began to walk out, and his steps were much slower than usual.

He was also very nervous in his heart, in case he was too arrogant and made a mistake, he could only go back to the south to find his uncle and make plans.

"Wait, young man!"

At that moment, a low, eager voice rang out.

Zhao Zhuo breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, but what he showed was still a very angry look.

"What's wrong?"

The tone of his speech was even more arrogant, and he was not used to talking at all as a bald middle-aged man in overalls.

"You say, you have a machine?" The middle-aged man asked.

Zhao Zhuo pursed his lips, as if he was angry, and said, "No! ”

He tried not to act like an old businessman.

Sometimes, for some old oilers, they will prefer to do business with young people because they always find it profitable.

Now Zhao Zhuo can take advantage of the fact that he looks young.

The bald man was stunned for a moment, but then he smiled.

"Young man, don't be angry, the chief of our sales department, Hu is in charge of all business transactions, except for the factory, he is generally the one who makes the decision. Didn't mean to look down on you! ”

When the bald man said this, his attitude was very sincere.

Even if Zhao Zhuo is really angry, if someone talks to him like this, most of the anger will disappear.

What's more, his anger is all faked?

"What do you mean by that? Do you want my machine? Zhao Zhuo asked casually.

At this time, he was more relieved, at least he knew that the current textile factory needed his machine.

The bald man nodded, and said in a deep voice: "In this way, I'll take you to see our Section Chief Hu and let him talk to you, how about it?" ”

Zhao Zhuo snorted lightly, obviously a little angry, "Then it's best if he can have the final say, waiting for me to have more machines, if I don't think you are a state-owned enterprise, I wouldn't bother to come to you!" ”

He casually gave himself a reason.

The middle-aged man opposite obviously believed it and nodded quickly.

"Then I'll take care of the people up and down the factory, thank you!"

This is the sentiment of the older generation of workers, at that time, they took the factory as their home, not just talking.