MTL - On the Wedding Night In the 80s, the Sweet Wife Has Space-Chapter 660 Stealing a pig is better than stealing a strong young man, right?

  Chapter 660 Stealing a pig is better than stealing a strong young man, right?

  The weather in Anshi is not very good, it is drizzling and drizzling, and the chill hits the face as soon as you get off the plane.

  Walking out of the airport hall, looking at Huang Zhiqiu who was waiting at the exit under the rain, Shao Mo's nose felt inexplicably sore.

  She stepped up to meet her, "Mom, didn't you tell me not to pick us up? It's so cold, what should I do if I catch a cold?"

  Huang Zhiqiu held her happily, "It's okay, I wear a lot."

  Compared to her warm hands, Huang Zhiqiu's hands were as cold as ice. Shao Mo was so distressed that she hurriedly took a taxi back to the factory.

  In the car, Huang Zhiqiu was overjoyed when he heard Shao Mo say that he helped the bamboo weaving factory get an order of 80,000 next year.

"That's great, Momo. When I get back to the factory, I'll call your grandpa and tell them to take the time to collect more moso bamboo. The paper mill in the town is doing well this year. I heard that it will expand its scale next year. When the moso bamboo The price will definitely increase, and before the Chinese New Year everyone needs money, buy more and store them.”

   "Well, but if the winter is too cold, will the moso bamboo be cracked?"

  Huang Zhiqiu hesitated, "It's not impossible."

   "How about this, let's first sign an agreement with the villagers who are willing to sell moso bamboo, pay a part of the deposit first, and pay the rest after they transport the moso bamboo to the processing workshop next year."

  Huang Zhiqiu nodded quickly, "This method works, I will tell your uncle when I get back."

"Um."

  After talking about the bamboo weaving factory, Huang Zhiqiu was concerned about whether his daughter and son-in-law were doing well in the capital. Besides, Huang Zhiqiu was also very concerned about Lingchuan's self-examination, and his words were full of support and encouragement.

  After arriving at the bamboo weaving factory, Huang Zhiqiu introduced the personnel situation in the factory to her.

   "A few workers are not in good health, and they don't want to do it this year after finishing their work. In addition, the order volume for next year will double that of this year. I plan to recruit 20 more bamboo weaving workers."

"It's OK to recruit people, but this year's recruitment conditions have to be changed. The age limit is under 45 years old. And, we can recruit a group of apprentices who are over 18 years old, have a primary school education, and have good conduct. Both men and women are welcome. , After entering the factory, the old employees will lead them to learn while doing.

  An old employee will get a bonus of 10 yuan for every apprentice he brings out. The more the better. Before apprentices become full-time employees, they are provided with food and housing, and can also receive a living allowance of 5 yuan per month. After graduation, they become regular employees and receive the same treatment as other workers.

  Mom, the operation of the bamboo weaving factory is basically stable now. We have to think about the long-term. Although the skills of veteran craftsmen are solid, their thinking is relatively old-fashioned. Only young people can bring more changes to the bamboo weaving factory. "

  Huang Zhiqiu kept nodding, "Momo, you are right, you young people do think more."

  After briefly talking with Huang Zhiqiu about the development and plan of the bamboo weaving factory next year, Shao Mo took out the design draft she had drawn in the past two days.

It happened that Huang Yu and Chen Bin were both in the factory. Huang Zhiqiu called them up, and called two of the most experienced and experienced bamboo weaving workers in the production workshop. They sat down and discussed together, and finally decided on five types of Dragon Boat Festival rice dumpling boxes. sample image.

  Huang Yu and two experienced bamboo weaving workers made five samples within a week, and then sent them to Jiang City to be reviewed by the person in charge of Ronghua Company.

  After the meeting ended, Shao Mo called Huang Zhiqiu into the office for a private conversation.

   "Mom, our bamboo weaving factory has to set up a research and development department. The main responsibility of this department is to design and develop new products. Whether it is the staff responsible for research and development or the people who can get in touch with new products, they must be absolutely reliable.

  Think about it, we spent days or even months designing a new product, but it was learned by others before it was put into production and launched.

   Especially the order samples and samples signed with Ronghua must be kept absolutely confidential. There are countless bamboo weaving factories across the country, and Ronghua only cooperates with us because our products are fashionable and unique.

  Once the samples are leaked, other food factories will try to imitate them. Ronghua’s product sales in the coming year will definitely be greatly impacted. Do you think they will continue to seek cooperation with us? "

  Hearing this, Huang Zhiqiu's expression also became more serious, "Momo, you are right in reminding me that I will keep all the samples in the future."

Shao Mo thought for a while, and said: "Well, let Brother Chen find a suitable place tomorrow, and use it as a research and development department alone. The design and production of samples are completed there. After get off work, no one can take the samples. Take the pictures away. Buy a bigger safe to store samples and sample pictures.”

"it is good."

  The next day, Huang Zhiqiu and Chen Bin split up according to Shao Mo's reminder, and Shao Mo brought gifts to visit Mrs. Zhao.

  After having lunch at Zhao's house, Shao Mo and Ling Chuan left. When they returned to the bamboo weaving factory, they heard the noise in Huang Zhiqiu's office upstairs.

   Waited to go up and found that it was Peng Fang and Huang Jianguo who came, and they talked about Huang Zhiqiu excitedly.

  Shao Mo's face turned cold, and Ling Chuan stepped forward to pull Peng Fang and his wife away.

   "Mom, what happened?"

  Seeing his daughter and son-in-law, Huang Zhiqiu breathed a sigh of relief, "Momo, it's okay, your second uncle is here to ask about Huang Zhao."

   "Yunmo, where did my family Huang Zhao go? It's been half a year and I haven't been able to contact him. Is something wrong with him?"

  Peng Fang's tone was not good, but seeing the other party's worried eyes, Shao Mo couldn't get angry.

   "Second Aunt, I don't know much about Cousin Xiao Zhao either."

Huang Jianguo said distressedly: "We called Yun's family several times to ask Yunyao for clarification, but as soon as the Yun's family heard that we were looking for Yunyao, they immediately hung up the phone. Yunmo, why don't you go Ask the Yun family for us? Your cousin Xiao Zhao did a good job on the Yun family's construction site before, why did he quit without saying a word?"

  Peng Fang wiped his tears and said bitterly: "The Yun family dare not let Yunyao answer the phone, there must be something wrong in their hearts! If there is something wrong with my Xiao Zhao, I will never end with them!"

  Peng Fang and his wife quarreled for a long time before they agreed to leave.

  Before leaving, he even took away the biscuits and fruits that Huang Zhiqiu left in the office.

"Momo, is there really no news about your cousin Xiao Zhao? Otherwise, you can ask a friend to help you find it? Although your grandfather didn't say anything, he was still worried. One night he was crying in his dreams. It was your uncle who called Xiao Zhao's name and told me later."

  Shao Mo thought for a while, and decided to tell Huang Zhiqiu the truth. Anyway, sooner or later, the Huang family would know about Huang Zhao being abducted by Yunyao.

   "Mom, I really don't know the current whereabouts of Cousin Xiao Zhao, and someone has been looking for it for me, but there is one thing I didn't tell you."

   "What's the matter?"

   "Cousin Xiao Zhao, he was trafficked."

  Huang Zhiqiu couldn't believe his ears. How could a 20-year-old boy be trafficked? Even stealing a pig is better than stealing a strong young man, right?

  (end of this chapter)