Siheyuan's Journey Through the Ages

Chapter 162 The Strongest Vest is in Place
Ma Qing was shocked. Could it be that the man in front of him was pure and innocent? "Brother, the truth is cruel. You really want to know."

Brother Jie was in a very low mood. "I knew it. I've been pursuing Yaoyao for a whole year. Why did you just meet her once at the racecourse and then..."

Ma Qing couldn't help but pretend at this time, "Brother Jie, right? You saw that I got Yaoyao after just meeting her once, but before meeting her, do you know how hard I worked? Instead of worrying about my love at first sight with Yaoyao, you might as well improve yourself. Have you worked hard over the years?"

Everyone in the room was stunned by Ma Qing's murderous words. Brother Jie was furious and pointed at Ma Qing, unable to speak.

"Do you agree or not? If you don't agree, forget it. I only know the names of these two foreigners. The worst that can happen is that I'll send them to jail for a few days. It's not me who will go to jail anyway." Ma Qing spread his hands, indicating that he didn't care.

The two foreigners were very anxious: "Mr. Ma, you..."

Ma Qing raised his hand to stop the two from speaking, then turned to the police officer and asked, "Ah Sir, do you, the Royal Police, want to protect the bet they made?"

The policeman glanced at Ma Qing unhappily and said, "We arrested them because they were disrupting the normal order at the Jockey Club, not because the Royal Police wanted to protect their bet."

Ma Qing nodded, then turned to look at the fat man: "Brother Jie, do you want the money or not? If not, I will take it back."

The fat man's face turned blue and red, and people around him were staring at him. He really wanted to not take the money and just take advantage of the cocky boy opposite him.

Maybe he could embarrass this kid, or maybe he could cheat him out of more money, but Brother Jie was really unsure about what the relationship between this kid and the two foreigners was. If he just walked away, he would suffer a great loss.

Seeing that the fat man was so clumsy, Ma Qing reached out for the money on the table. With a "bang", Brother Jie's fat hand suddenly pressed on the money and then took it back.

"That's right, Brother Jie, you have to understand that only things in your hands are the most real." Ma Qing hinted.

The fat man snorted and was too lazy to pay attention to Ma Qing.

After Ma Qing stuffed another 200 yuan into the policeman's pocket, he took the two unlucky guys away from the Happy Valley Police Station.

"Mr. Ma, thank you for what happened this time." Xie Liaosha hurriedly expressed his gratitude at the door of the police station.

"No need to thank me. You owe me 1200 yuan now. What do you think?" Ma Qing has a very accurate grasp of the values ​​of foreigners. They are different from the Chinese. They don't have the concept of repaying a drop of kindness with a spring of water. It is better to put everything out in the open.

"Ah, we...now..." Xie Liaosha looks a little dishonest, but Sherikov, who deals with mathematics all day and has 1234 in his mind, is more honest.

"Mr. Ma, you are here because we may be of some use to you. Just tell us what you want to say."

"Work for me, and I'll hire you at the market price for senior technicians, how about that?"

Xie Liaosha and Sherikov looked at each other. There was such a good thing. As Russians, it was not easy to get along in Hong Kong. For some reason, the two of them did not even have a diploma, and the big companies did not give them any chances. They had been in Hong Kong for so many years, but they had never been able to get into the mainstream technology circle. The main reason was that the two of them had solid basic skills, but no brains for practical innovation.

The two discussed it and, especially given their current financial situation, it seemed that there was no other choice.

"Mr. Ma, we're going to fight you."

"Okay, get in the car, I'll take you to the factory." Ma Qing was not polite. After getting in the car, he took the two of them straight to Guanghua Paper Factory.

Ma Qing purchased Guanghua Paper Mill a few years ago with the intention of producing Post-it Notes. Ma Qing called together the factory's leadership. Over the past few months, Ma Qing has been very satisfied with the leadership of Guanghua Paper Mill. At least the factory can maintain a self-profitable model without Ma Qing's intervention. Although the profit is not much, it can survive.

"Director Han, have you completed the technical reform request I proposed last time to improve the surface smoothness of paper?" Ma Qing asked Han Chusheng, the director of Guanghua Paper Mill.

"According to Mr. Ma's suggestions and instructions, we have improved four processes and added additional chemical agents. We have newly developed paper with a smoothness of 4s, which should meet your requirements."

Han Chusheng reported with admiration in his eyes. He really didn't expect that the young man in front of him, his new boss, was actually a technical expert.

Ma Qing nodded and cleared his throat. "I declare that from today on, Guanghua Paper Mill will be officially renamed Zhilian Paper. All matters related to the name change will be handled by Director Han. From now on, all products of Zhilian Paper will be labeled with the new trademark."

The reason why Ma Qing changed his name is entirely due to the need of the times. This era can be said to be the era of white people. Why do you have to name the products you produce something like Guanghua? When you become strong, you can call it whatever you want. When you are weak, it is better to keep a low profile. This naming does not conform to the characteristics of the current era.

"Most importantly, the company will develop new products. Deputy Director Ye will be in charge of the company's existing business. Director Han will work closely with me to build a new production line in the future. All human and material resources in the factory must be unconditionally tilted towards the new production line. Whoever fails to deliver at this time will be fired. This meeting is adjourned."

The people from Guanghua Paper Mill, no, it should be called Zhilian Paper Mill now, dispersed in twos and threes, discussing Ma Qing's instructions. It was obvious that many people disagreed with it and believed that the new boss was just making new moves.

"Boss, what are you doing..." Han Chusheng, who had just been stripped of his original power and was in charge of the new project, was a little confused. Was he being dismissed? When did Deputy Director Ye get in touch with the boss? Was he being marginalized?

"Old Han, have you prepared the machines we bought last time and the production workshop I asked you to prepare?" Ma Qing had no idea what was in his factory director's mind, so he asked instead.

"Everything is ready. Please follow me." Under the guidance of Director Han, Ma Qing came to a newly cleaned production workshop, which was about 500 square meters. There were several large boxes in the middle of the workshop, covered with plastic sheets.

"Xelyosha, Sherikov, this is where you will fight for the next month. I have bought all the machines, and you need to build a production line for me." Ma Qing made a request to the two foreigners. This was like a test, an extremely simple test.

"Ping'an, show them the patent documents." Ma Qing signaled to his bodyguard, and Quan Ping'an took out the patent documents of the sticky notes from his briefcase.

(End of this chapter)