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Chapter 92 Negotiation 1
  "The point of shopping is to shop, not to buy. Do you understand?" Zhao Shaokang is now learning to sell. "Let's go to the department store later and bring back a refrigerator and a washing machine."

"Okay!" Wu Shuai secretly thought to himself that Sister Ran is really rich. She just brought home two big items while shopping.

"Don't wait any longer, do it now." Song Xiaoran gestured to open the door.

"Bye bye, Miss Song, Mr. Zhao, our Factory Manager Li is waiting for you inside." Security guard Xiao Sun couldn't pretend anymore and hurriedly stepped forward to keep his smile.

Wu Shuai smiled coldly and said mockingly: "Now we know our Sister Ran and Brother Kang."

Security guard Xiao Sun's face became increasingly ugly, and he hesitated and didn't know what to say.

Song Xiaoran was very generous and was not going to make things difficult for him: "Okay, don't make others wait. Let's go in."

"Okay, okay. Please come in quickly and I will lead the way!" Security guard Xiao Sun nodded and bowed, thinking of sending him in quickly to complete the task.

"No! We know the way."

The three of them walked straight forward. Wu Shuai was at the end and saw the registration book in the security guard's breast pocket. He pretended to be careless and knocked it down.

"I'm sorry I didn't look at my feet." Wu Shuai squatted down and took the registration book in his hand first and opened it.

Sure enough, the top of the last page said Xinxin Milk Tea Zhao Shaokang, and it was circled specially.

Haha, luckily I didn’t make a bet with Brother Kang!
  Wu Shuai returned the registration book to the security guard with a smile. The latter discovered something and his face turned the color of pig liver.

Compared to when I came here last month, the scene of this milk powder factory is completely different.

As soon as you enter, you can hear the hum of factory machinery in the distance.

There are also more people and cars in the courtyard. There are cars waiting to pull goods, and there are also cars coming here to unload mechanical parts.

Workers in work clothes who were busy saw Song Xiaoran and the others. Although they didn't know what they were doing, they still nodded politely to the three of them.

A worker uncle in his fifties was registering the parts unloading truck. When he saw Song Xiaoran and the others passing by, he said a friendly hello and asked curiously: "Young people, are you three here to apply for jobs?"

Song Xiaoran and Zhao Shaokang smiled at each other and stopped: "Hello, uncle, are you still recruiting workers here?"

The uncle nodded, with a hint of pride and contentment in his tone:

"We're hiring! We've been recruiting people lately!

We are currently preparing to expand production!
  Xinxin milk tea, you young people must know about it! The trendiest place in town selling the best drinks right now.

Made from milk powder from our factory, we are the only supplier of Xinxin milk tea. "

"Well, it won't necessarily be the case after today." Song Xiaoran sighed.

The uncle raised his eyebrows angrily, thinking that you, a little girl, can't speak a word, and you say bad things when you come to find a job. We have only had a few good days and you are cursing us!

Just as they were about to say a few more words, Song Xiaoran and the other three had already left, heading straight to the factory director's office.

Song Xiaoran knocked on the door of the factory director's office and looked back at the prosperous Red Star Milk Powder Factory.

She didn't want to hurt these hard-working and lovely workers, but as the factory director, she bullied them...

The door opened.

The person who opened the door was an acquaintance, Li Datong.

Compared to when I saw him last month, he was dressed much smarter than before, with a matching shirt, trousers and tie, but he was thinner, had less hair, and had more wrinkles on his face.

"Hello, Director Li!"

Song Xiaoran and others said hello first. "Hello, Miss Song, hello, Boss Zhao! You are finally here!" Li Datong, with a smile on his face, quickly greeted the three of them to come in.

Song Xiaoran entered the office and found that besides Li Datong, there were two other people inside.

One of them surprised Song Xiaoran. He turned out to be Hu Xiaohu, whom he had met twice before.

The son of the previous factory director Hu is still here, sitting on the sofa and sorting out documents. Shouldn't he be transferred with his father?

Seeing Song Xiaoran and Zhao Shaokang coming in, Hu Xiaohu immediately put down the documents and came forward, holding Zhao Shaokang's hand with both hands: "Hello, Brother Zhao, hello, Miss Song, long time no see."

This enthusiastic energy is completely different from the cold and defensive appearance before.

Li Datong observed the words and instantly understood where Song Xiaoran's surprise came from, and quickly explained: "Xiaohu grew up in the factory and has a lot of affection for it. He actively refused the transfer and is now the deputy section chief of the sales department."

It's interesting. I left and left my son behind. It was probably because he and his dad had a backup plan when they saw that the factory was alive again...

Song Xiaoran slandered and praised casually: "It's great to be emotional."

Cough, cough!

The last person in the room, who had been ignored until now, finally couldn't help but speak out.

Li Datong's expression changed, and he quickly introduced Song Xiaoran and others with a smile: "Blame me, blame me, I forgot to introduce you when we haven't seen each other for a long time.

This is our newly arrived Li Qirui, Factory Director Li.

Director Li, this is Miss Song Xiaoran, this is Mr. Zhao Shaokang, and this is Brother Wu Shuai. "

Song Xiaoran looked at this Li Qirui.

Li Qirui was well-dressed, with his head parted in a standard 37-part style, exposing his forehead and eyebrows. He looked very energetic. His eyebrows were short and thick, his eyes were small and sharp, and he also had a mustache, which made him look a little more mature.

But this man is definitely not very old, and he is probably just as different from Zhao Shaokang.

Compared with Lao Li, who is about to retire and is still a section chief in his fifties, although Xiao Li, the factory director, was the same family as him five hundred years ago, it is obvious that Lao Li has fallen behind in the past few decades and was thrown away by Xiao Li. Far, far, far away.

"I have admired you for a long time!"

Li Qirui stood up with a smile, but without walking out of the desk, he stretched out his hand.

Waiting for Zhao Shaokang and Song Xiaoran to come over and shake hands.

Song Xiaoran rolled her eyes inwardly and waved her hand, as if they knew each other. She turned around and sat down on the sofa, looking up at the layout of the office.

She expressed her stance, and Zhao Shaokang naturally followed, nodded towards Li Qirui, and came over to sit on the sofa.

So awesome! But is it really okay to leave her alone like this? She used to be the mayor’s secretary...

Wu Shuai hesitated whether he should step forward and shake hands, otherwise it would be embarrassing if Liu Qirui's hand was always empty!

Li Qirui's face darkened, he took his hand back, fumbled for a pack of cigarettes on the table, pretended to have just reached for a cigarette, lit it and sat on the chair: "Please sit down."

This saves Wu Shuai from being entangled, he obediently comes to Zhao Shaokang and Song Xiaoran, pulls up a chair and sits down.

Li Qirui looked at the three of them, and finally focused on Zhao Shaokang: "Mr. Zhao is really young and promising. Xinxin Milk Tea now has 8 branches, so it must be making a lot of money every day."

Zhao Shaokang smiled slightly, neither admitting nor denying.

"You are all the best among young people!" Li Datong said, gesturing with his thumb and smiling, trying to ease the embarrassment.
  "Our Factory Director Li is also young and promising! He is a college student. He used to work in the government and was Mayor Lu's secretary. Now he comes to take root in our factory and take root at the grassroots level. What a blessing to our factory!"

(End of this chapter)