In 1992, a small village owner became the richest man in the village by owning a car.

Chapter 601 Talented People
These people were all of good character, and Yu Dawei and his two companions scattered them and assigned them to different factories and companies.

None of the people we recruited were overconfident or lacked practical skills; they were all down-to-earth and motivated.

Duan Dahai was in a good mood, so he talked a bit more, briefly explaining the benefits at his factory and the future development prospects to the people who had passed the interview.

It was mainly directed at Zhao Hu; this person really suited his temperament.

By 2 p.m. on the third day, two-thirds of the factory's employees had completed their interviews, either secretly or in groups.

Those who passed were naturally happy, while those who didn't followed Liu Liguo around, continuing to spread rumors about Yu Dawei and his two companions, saying that Yu Dawei and his group were just playing them for fools and that the other party had never even looked down on their kind of technical workers.

It's ridiculous; I don't know where these people got the label of "skilled worker" from.

As the sun gradually set in the west, its fiery rays bathed the earth, signaling that the final day of interviews was drawing to a close.

Yu Dawei and his two companions have had a fruitful few days. Old Duan recruited the most people, a total of forty-six, followed by Yu Dawei's group with twenty-seven. As for Boss Liang's group, because there were relatively few young people at the grain depot, they only managed to recruit twenty people.

However, for Boss Liang, these twenty people were enough to make up for the team that was missing before.

The only thing that Yu Dawei regretted was that Accountant Yang from the grain depot did not show up. As the sun began to set and no one had come looking for them by the time it was completely down, the three of them prepared to pack up and leave.

In Northeast China, the days are short in winter, and it usually gets dark around five o'clock. These past two days, Yu Dawei and his colleagues have been using the lights from a diesel generator to greet job seekers who come to interview them after get off work.

"Dawei, are you going to use this stove when you get back? If not, I'll take the stove and kettle with me." Boss Liang sat in his chair, looking at the makeshift stove in front of him with great appreciation. "I think this thing is pretty good. I plan to take it to my company and put it next to the landlord's place. I can use it to brew tea or something whenever I have time."

"It's worthless stuff. If you want it done tonight, just send it over. Take the canvas tent, tables, and chairs with you." Yu Dawei said nonchalantly, glancing sideways at Lao Liang beside him. "You have plenty of space over there, so you can just pile all this junk up there."

The four warehouses built by Boss Liang on the acquired land are quite large in total. In addition to the container office, there is nothing else in the yard enclosed by wire mesh. After entering through the gate, it feels very spacious.

Yu Dawei hadn't figured out where to put these things after he took them back, so he decided to just give them to Lao Liang. It was quiet there, and he could go over there to have tea together whenever he had some free time.

"Can we still have an interview now?" Just as the three were chatting, a voice suddenly came from outside the table.

Yu Dawei recognized the voice and turned around to find it was his brother-in-law, Han Guofeng.

When Han Guofeng saw Yu Dawei looking at him, a hint of unease flashed across his face. He had actually been struggling with this decision for a long time. He had heard many people in the office say that they had already gone for interviews, and he finally couldn't sit still any longer.

Only then, holding the application form in his hand, did he sneak over while the others in the grain depot weren't paying attention to him.

As for the application form in his hand, it wasn't from Yu Dawei, but rather a colleague who had given him a few extra copies, which he then filled out.

"It's an interview. Let me see your application form." Boss Liang glanced at the Korean-style man with Duan Dahai. At first glance, he didn't seem like the kind of person who would cheat or be dishonest. His overall impression was quite good, so Boss Liang took the application form from him.

Duan Dahai and Lao Liang were sitting next to each other, so they both looked down at each other's situation.

During this time, neither Yu Dawei nor Han Guofeng spoke to each other. Han Guofeng was a little embarrassed, while Yu Dawei knew that his brother-in-law was a proud man, so he didn't pay much attention and just drank his tea.

When my second sister-in-law asked Yu Dawei for help, he actually wanted to introduce Han Guofeng to someone, since Han Guofeng was a very reliable person.

In his past life, my second brother-in-law was unemployed after leaving the grain depot. To support his two children's education, he did all sorts of physically demanding jobs, from setting up a street stall to working at a brick kiln or a construction site.

He was a frail man, so it's hard to imagine that he worked on construction sites for ten years until he was able to support his second son through university.

The second son of the Han family is much better than the eldest son and his elder sister Han Jingping. He understands the four words: "Don't seek outside."

Back when he was on the construction site, Yu Dawei had already started his company in Hohhot. He had brought his older sister and brother there, and he also wanted to bring Korean style over to help him with the accounting and other things.

However, this guy might really have some scholarly integrity, because he absolutely refused, saying he didn't want to be too far from home, as his wife and children needed to be taken care of.

Yu Dawei never brought up the matter again until his company went bankrupt.

Actually, he still regrets it quite a bit. If he had really brought the Korean style over back then, maybe he could have given him some advice.

"You work as a grain and oil information officer at the grain depot, right?" After seeing the man's resume, Duan Dahai couldn't help but look up at him again.

He was very thin, with medium-length hair, not a buzz cut, and looked rather frail. He certainly didn't seem like someone who could do physical labor.

What Duan Dahai cares about most is his role as a grain and oil information officer, which is closely related to the market, and he has to compile reports every day, so it is both very busy and very important.

He has already interviewed two grain depot information officers, but they don't seem to have the relevant professional knowledge. They are just old hands who talk nonsense.

Therefore, Duan Dahai had some doubts about whether this person was capable or not; he didn't seem like the type to lie.

Why is he so concerned? Actually, their flour mill also lacks this kind of grain and oil information officer. To put it bluntly, they lack people who can predict the market, analyze it, and organize the information.

"Yes, I've been an information officer at the grain depot for almost ten years now, and this year will mark my tenth year," Han Guofeng replied sincerely, standing outside the horizontal table.

Boss Liang looked up at the man and then handed the application form to Duan Dahai.

Firstly, this person is quite old and has a shy personality, making him unsuitable for sales. Secondly, his application clearly states that he wants to work at a flour mill.

He decided not to get involved, shifted his chair, and gave the head seat to Duan Dahai. "Hmm." Duan Dahai nodded, took the Korean-style application form, glanced at it again, and then looked up to ask, "Can you tell me what the daily work of a grain and oil information officer is like?"

In fact, Duan Dahai didn't have high hopes. There were too many people just coasting along in the grain depot. But he was unwilling to give up. What if there really were some useful talents?

"My usual job is to collect, organize, and edit information on the grain and oil market, write analysis reports on the grain and oil market, and comment on and predict trends in the grain market."

"Sometimes we also do analysis of domestic and international grain and oil markets, which is done by summarizing news and documents."

Even though it was winter, as Han Guofeng answered the questions, his palms unconsciously became sweaty, and both of his hands were already wet.

"Could you elaborate on the market information collection and editing?" Duan Dahai pulled his chair closer, and his gaze towards the Korean style changed noticeably.

"In terms of data collection and editing, we mainly compile data on grain and oil prices, supply, and demand. Occasionally, we also conduct special analyses based on this data, including changes in production, consumption, and inventory."

When talking about his professional field, Han Guofeng was a little nervous, but he didn't stumble or pause at all, and his speech was very fluent.

Hearing this, Yu Dawei, who had been drinking tea nearby, couldn't help but smile. Sure enough, his brother-in-law was quite capable.

"Mmm, okay!" Duan Dahai nodded as he listened, his eyes growing brighter as he stared at the Korean style.

What a talent! He's definitely a rare find in his flour mill.

As the overall manager of the factory, Duan Dahai also studied market research and read some books on market research and analysis. Although he was not as skilled as Han Guofeng, a practical person, he still knew some of the relevant professional terms and knowledge.

From a professional standpoint, this person certainly possesses the relevant knowledge, but as the saying goes, you have to put them to the test to see what they're really made of.

"Come, sit down, have some tea, and I'll ask you a few more questions." Duan Dahai stood up and made way for Han Guofeng, offering him the empty chair.

"This..." Han Guofeng looked somewhat embarrassed, and he subconsciously glanced back at the direction of the grain depot.

He'd been gone for a while this time, and he was afraid his colleagues would find out what he was up to. It was fine with the others, but his brother-in-law would definitely give him a hard time if he found out he'd "surrendered."

"It's alright, just a few words, it won't take up too much of your time." Just as Han Guofeng was hesitating, Yu Dawei, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke up to remind him.

Korean style nodded, then smiled shyly at Duan Dahai and sat down nervously on the cold chair.

"Aren't you in the grain and oil market information business? So I wanted to ask you what your thoughts are on the current grain situation in Northeast China?" Boss Liang directly raised a question about the current economic climate: "There are more and more individual grain buyers now. How will this affect my flour mill?"

Han Guofeng subconsciously raised his finger and adjusted his glasses: "Although there have been more individual grain buyers in the past two years, and market competition has increased, this competition is beneficial to the old flour mill. At least for now, we can compare prices from different suppliers and choose the best grain as our main grain for production."

"However, in the long run, as the price paid to farmers for grain increases, the likelihood of grain buyers raising prices to protect their interests also increases. If competition reaches a certain point, or even if one company eventually dominates, the situation for flour mills will be very difficult."

Han Guofeng frowned slightly, pursed his lips, and then said, "I heard a few days ago that the price of rice in Qiqihar has been raised by the grain buyers, but they can't sell it right away. In the end, they can only sell it at break-even to Wuchang."

Although Wuchang is a rice-growing region, most of the upstream and downstream businesses related to rice production are concentrated there.

"I think this situation of big fish eating small fish will become more common in the future, and it may even reach a large scale and form an industrial chain in just a few years." Han Guofeng is very sensitive to this kind of thing, as he is an analyst in the grain and oil market.

However, most of what he said was just his own speculation, and no one can say for sure what will happen.

He initially thought the grain depot was a secure job for life, but what happened in the end? He still had to sneak out to find other work.

"Yes, yes, your analysis is very accurate." Duan Dahai nodded in agreement. He had discussed similar topics with Director Yu and Dawei regarding the issue of grain collection, and they had all come to roughly the same conclusion.

That means that if we want to stabilize flour mills in the future, we must earn money from grain buyers and connect the entire industrial chain to avoid the problem of them becoming too big to handle.

This also avoids the potential risk of grain merchants increasing their size and driving up flour prices in the future.

“Our factory is currently short of a market research department, and I’d like you to come and take charge of this. What are your thoughts?” Duan Dahai’s words startled Han Guofeng, who was sitting opposite him, leaving him at a loss for words.

"Me? Is it me?" Han Guofeng pointed at himself with his index finger, his face full of disbelief!

"Yes, right now you're the only one in the market research department. I'll be hiring more people later. The salary is tentatively set at two thousand a month, which is the salary for a junior manager in the company. If you can do a good job in market research, the salary will be increased." Don't be fooled by Duan Dahai's simple clothes and lack of formality when it comes to drinking.

But the Duan Dahai of today is no longer the same Duan Dahai who used to run a scrap metal recycling station. In terms of wealth alone, he is not much less than Yu Dawei. On the surface, it may not seem like much, but in private, his personal wealth is comparable to that of the county's entrepreneurs.

Over the years, Duan Dahai has only done two things well: quality and service.

Regardless of any issues with production volume, the quality of the incoming grain must be guaranteed to meet standards; otherwise, the milled rice and flour will absolutely not meet Duan Dahai's expectations.

As for service, rain or shine, orders are guaranteed to arrive on the same day, the next day, or even within three days for more distant locations.

It didn't work at first, but as word of mouth grew and reputation increased, the profits gradually became terrifying.

Duan Dahai is not short of money now, but he lacks people, people who can truly help him keep the flour mill running.

Finding talent in a small town is really difficult.

(End of this chapter)