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Chapter 125 Hongxing Factory

Upon hearing this, both Qi Shuangxue, who was sitting in the driver's seat, and Wang Wei, who was next to Zhuo Tong, were completely dumbfounded.

What's going on? If we don't talk about the commission, what else can we talk about at Hongxing Factory?
Learning management experience? Exchanging channel resources?
It can't be about an acquisition, can it?

Although Hongxing Factory is gradually declining, it still maintains its scale. With such a large area of ​​land, it is not something that ordinary people can easily acquire.

It's important to know that Hongxing Factory is located in an industrial park. Although the land price is not as high as that of commercial or residential land, the mere fact that it's in "Shenzhen" makes it significantly more expensive than industrial parks in other places.

Wang Wei, who was also in the industrial park, knew very well that he didn't have the money to buy land and build a factory at all. He only took over the factory of a bankrupt company by relying on the connections of his shareholders.

Furthermore, the factory occupies a small area; it simply increases its size by building taller floors.

He had seen the location of Hongxing Factory several times when he drove by; the area it occupied was more than ten times larger than his own company.

Acquiring Hongxing Factory? It's practically impossible without tens or even hundreds of millions of yuan.

"Then you are..."

"Of course, we're going to acquire Hongxing Factory."

Just as the last word was uttered, Qi Shuangxue stepped on the brakes.

"Look, we've arrived. Let's go and take a look inside."

Ignoring Wang Wei, who was standing there dumbfounded, Zhuo Tong was helped out of the car by Qi Shuangxue.

"Holy crap, is Ah Zhuo crazy or am I crazy?"

Wang Wei pressed his palm against his forehead to check his temperature.
"That's not right, I don't have a fever, so why am I starting to hallucinate?"

"dong dong"

As Wang Wei was thinking, he heard a knock on the car window behind him. It was Zhuo Tong. He opened the door immediately, frowning as he urged him on.

"Why aren't you getting out of the car? It's so hot here, hurry up and go inside."

After saying that, Zhuo Tong turned around and walked with Qi Shuangxue toward the security office at the factory gate.

"Wait for me!"

The three arrived at the security office, or rather, a dilapidated security booth, where there was only an old man who looked to be in his sixties or seventies.

There was no air conditioning in the security booth, only two old fans creaking and groaning, which reminded Zhuo Tong of his time in a rented room in an urban village.

"Uncle, we'd like to go in and take a look. Could you please inform them for us?"

Zhuo Tong walked ahead, a gentle smile on his face.

The elderly man, who was engrossed in watching a foreign romance film, suddenly felt a jolt as his flight, which was about to take off, was abruptly stopped.

So he looked at Zhuo Tong with some displeasure, his tone quite impatient:

"Who let you in? Who are you? Did you make an appointment in advance?"

"We also own a factory and wanted to come and exchange ideas and learn from each other, take a look at the decoration facilities and such, and then leave. We didn't make an appointment."

"No, no, you must leave now. You're not allowed in without an appointment."

The old man stood at the door, trying his best to block the view inside the security booth with his body.

"It's alright, sir. Could you please inform the factory leaders and let them decide?"

As he spoke, Zhuo Tong gave Wang Wei a look, and the latter immediately understood and took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket.

Although neither Zhuo Tong nor Wang Wei smoke, that doesn't stop him from offering cigarettes.

Anyone who frequently drinks at social events knows that in situations where you're asking for a favor, it's generally difficult to build rapport without offering a cigarette.

The old man was tempted by the soft Zhonghua cigarettes handed to him by the other party.

He usually smokes Hongtashan cigarettes that cost eight yuan a pack, so he couldn't afford such expensive cigarettes. After hesitating for a while, he accepted them anyway.

"I'll ask around for you. Whether it's okay or not is up to the leaders. I'm just responsible for reporting it." "Okay, thank you, sir."

Having been in the workplace for a long time, Zhuo Tong was already proficient in these basic interpersonal skills, but now he was just too lazy to do them.

But as the saying goes, "It's easier to see the King of Hell than to deal with his underlings."

If I hadn't offered them a cigarette, they might not have even been able to get through the gate today.

After the old man finished his report, he said in a muffled voice:

"The leader knows and is on his way. Please wait a moment."

"Okay, sir, if you don't mind the trouble, I'll ask again if there's a convenience store, a small shop, or even a tricycle that sells boxed lunches in the factory."

The old man didn't even need to think twice before shaking his head.
"No, there isn't one now. There used to be a small shop there. But the factory laid off a lot of workers, and the rent didn't go down, so the shop closed down."

The old man was somewhat helpless when the matter was mentioned:

"If it weren't for this, I wouldn't have needed to travel several kilometers to buy cigarettes."

"So far away, that's a good thing..."

Zhuo Tong muttered something to himself, and the old man was speechless.

I travel so far to buy cigarettes, and it takes me a lot of time to go back and forth every day. How come it's a good thing for you?

But maybe the big boss has his own considerations, which are completely different from what I'm thinking.

After a short while, a bald, middle-aged man wearing glasses slowly walked over.

"Greetings, young bosses. My name is Liao Jianxiong. Your presence today is an honor to our factory. May I ask what advice you may offer?"

Zhuo Tong was somewhat taken aback when Liao Jianxiong spoke.

Wasn't Liao Jianxiong supposed to be a nouveau riche who hadn't even finished elementary school? How come he looks so refined and speaks in such a literary way? It's so awkward.

You think this is a period drama?

The outgoing Wang Wei quickly went up to shake hands with him:
"Hello, Mr. Liao. You are the real boss. We are all here to learn from you and exchange ideas. We want to know how you managed to run Hongxing Factory on such a large scale. You are amazing."

"Oh? Is that so?"

Liao Jianxiong rubbed his chin, but his face was clearly flattered and he looked quite pleased with himself, with his lips practically pointing to the sky.

I was clearly overthinking things; I wasn't calm enough at all.

"Then come with me, I'll explain it to you, consider it as mentoring the younger generation."

"Okay, thank you for your help, Mr. Liao."

Over the next few days, Liao Jianxiong led Zhuo Tong and the other two through the sightseeing corridor, taking them on a tour of the entire Hongxing Factory.

This even includes workshops that have been shut down for a long time due to poor performance.

After reading it, the group went to Liao Jianxiong's office and sat down to drink tea.

Through conversation, it was also learned that Zhuo Tong and Wang Wei were the bosses, and Qi Shuangxue was Zhuo Tong's assistant.

"Come on, try the Phoenix Dancong tea my friend brought me. This one has a cinnamon flavor, and one cake costs more than two thousand yuan. It tastes like Chinese medicine, so it's a good way to remember the bitter past and appreciate the sweet present."

Liao Jianxiong skillfully cleaned the teaware and prepared the tea.

They were very particular about pouring the brewed tea through a strainer into a fairness cup, and then serving tea to each of the three people one by one.

People from Guangdong province enjoy tea when visiting others or discussing business; without tea, they feel like the province has lost its soul.

Liao Jianxiong, who was still unaware of what was about to happen, smiled broadly after being flattered by Wang Wei:
"Now that everyone has finished reading, if you have any thoughts, please feel free to share them."

"This might be a bit offensive, so shall I just say it?"

(End of this chapter)