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Wei Jiaochang's words made the atmosphere between Chai Jin and Wang Xiaoli suddenly awkward.
Chai Jin can take it easy, his heart in his decades has already been covered with a thick layer of calluses, and he doesn't take it seriously.
But Wang Xiaoli is still an eighteen-year-old girl no matter what.
Girls in this era are all pure and pure in mind, and they are suddenly mistaken for lovers.
There is always something difficult to say.
On the way to send Wang Xiaoli off, Chai Jin pedaled his bicycle without saying a word, still thinking about the next step in his mind.
All the way to the door of Wang Xiaoli's house.
After getting off the car, Chai Jin smiled and said, "Thank you, Sister Li, without you, I guess I would have made many detours."
In 1991, Yuanli County was very quiet, with no dazzling neon lights, and no messy subwoofer sound pollution.
The Qinghui falling from the top of the head seems to be so pure.
Under the moonlight, Wang Xiaoli's little face is rosy and cute.
He raised his pretty face and said, "It's okay, you are my little brother."
"Are you staying in a guest house today?"
Chai Jin smiled wryly and shook his head: "No, I'll walk back, and I'll be home in a few hours."
"The materials from the glass factory and packaging factory will arrive tomorrow morning, and I have to instruct the workers to fill and pack wine."
"Then how can I do it? What if I encounter a wolf on the mountain road?" Wang Xiaoli said instinctively.
After thinking for a while, he gave him the bicycle again: "You can ride my bicycle back. I'm going to visit your sister in a few days anyway, so I'll just ride back when the time comes."
Chai Jin thought about it, but did not refuse.
He opened his mouth and said, "Thank you, Sister Li."
He took the bicycle, stepped on the pedal, swung the other leg back, and left the community on the bicycle.
Behind her back, Wang Xiaoli took a long breath and rubbed her hot face.
A burst of annoyance: "It's annoying, what's wrong with me, this is my little brother."
It was early morning when we returned to Paogu Village.
Chai Jin was afraid of disturbing the sleeping family members in the house.
Simply went to the winery dormitory.
It was still only daylight, and there was the sound of cars coming in from the factory.
The glass bottles and those ordered wrappers have arrived.
Chai Jin did not show up, and asked Zhang Aimin to organize the workers to receive these things.
Then there is factory packing.
Chai Jin began to plan factory management issues in Zhang Aimin's office.
The factory is not big, and if something happens, everyone will work together. This model will not work.
To distinguish production, packaging, marketing and other departments.
Only in this way can the efficiency be improved to the best.
At noon, Liu Wenqing rushed in with a wrapping paper from a wine bottle.
"I'll go, brother Jin, what poet did you write on the wrapping paper?"
"I think every sentence is very reasonable?"
"Also, did someone else draw the portrait of the drunkard Li Bai?"
Liu Wenqing was very excited.
It wasn't just him, the atmosphere in the whole factory was as if it had been beaten all day long.
Everyone is talking about what is written on these wrapping papers.
Xiao Li Baijiu, this is the name given by Chai Jin to the 42-degree liquor series they are about to launch.
Mainly targeting the youth market.
There is a portrait of Li Bai on the wrapping paper of each bottle.
The head portrait is not rigid, the head portrait of the drunk Li Bai is cute, and his expressions and movements are different.
And there will be a heart-wrenching chicken soup article below.
The text is easy to understand and not profound, but it reads comfortably and full of feelings.
As an ancestor of the five poisons who was poisoned by chicken soup in the circle of friends for more than ten years in the previous life, who would not casually come up with a few life principles?
These are the results of several nights of writing by Chai Jin under a kerosene lamp.
As for the head portraits of the drunk Li Bai, he indeed spent a lot of money to have them painted.
Otherwise, how could the money in his hand be spent so quickly?
Chai Jin was not in the mood to discuss these things with him.
He raised his head and said flatly: "Is the bottle over there ready?"
Liu Wenqing couldn't put it down while holding the wrapping paper of the mobile phone.
"It's all good, it can be canned in the afternoon."
"Brother Jin,You are so awesome, really, I am a person who reads a bucket of shit, looking at these things, I can't help but want to collect them. "
"It's just that there is another question. Everyone in the factory is talking about it. Can you sell this 100ml bottle of wine?"
"Isn't it popular now to sell large bottles of wine, increasing the quantity without increasing the price?"
Chai Jin still lowered his head to write and write: "This is not something you want to manage. You should supervise the work over there and go out. I'm very busy."
"But, Brother Jin"
"Okay, go and do your work."
Chai Jin's wrapping paper really gave the workers in the factory hope.
But they are still not optimistic.
Who would buy such a small bottle of wine after a few sips?
This kind of concern is normal, although the discussion is very loud.
But Chai Jin goes in his left ear and goes out his right ear, so he doesn't take it seriously at all.
And look at the gaze of others like a ghost fire, and I am on my night road, boldly and without hesitation.
This is Chai Jin's attitude after his rebirth.
In the evening, the workers all left.
Zhang Aiming went back to the office and saw that Chai Jin was still there.
After taking off his coat and putting it aside, he took the bill from the side.
Putting it in front of Chai Jin with some worry: "There is no working capital for a penny in the factory."
"In three or four days, the factory will pay wages, and today the superiors also called to urge payment of the contract fee."
"Xiaojin, can you still pay for it?"
Chai Jin looked up at Zhang Aiming who looked worried.
Rubbing the bridge of his nose, he put down everything at hand: "I only have two thousand yuan in cash left with me."
"Two thousand?" Zhang Aimin became an ant on the hot pot: "How can we do this?"
"You child, I told you, don't rush in, don't rush in, the sales in the factory are not big, and you expand in various ways as soon as you enter the market, what should you do now?"
"If dozens of people can't get their wages, why don't they kill me, Zhang Aiming!"
It's not that Zhang Aiming is too excited, but that he's too scared to live a life like this.
In the past year, in order to pay the workers wages, he has been running around all day long, asking for financial allocations in various ways.
Now it's all right, not only will the higher-ups not give money, but they will ask them for money.
During this nearly a month, the sales of the factory did not increase at all, but the personnel expenditure doubled.
How to fill this hole?
Chai Jin smiled and came over to support him.
"Sit down, Uncle Zhang, don't get angry, you're getting old."
"You child, cough!" Zhang Aiming was both angry and in love with Chai Jin.
After sitting down.
Chai Jin asked back: "Aren't there still a few days?"
"How many days are left? I can't wait!"
"Okay, Uncle Chai, I know it myself."
Chai Jin's determination made Zhang Aiming suddenly calm down.
Looking at him strangely: "Do you have any plans that you haven't told me?"
"Also, will the market respond to your small bottles of wine?"
Chai Jin was silent for a while before speaking: "Someone is accumulating gunpowder for us."
"If there is no accident, the gunpowder will blow up the sky in Yuanli County tomorrow!" (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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