I farmed in military academy and crushed the entire intergalactic world.

Chapter 572 A Hot Commodity

The eight factory managers had no idea how they signed the agreement.

Huh, what's going on? Why are my arms constantly obeying my brain's commands?
They didn't want to either; they desperately wanted to uphold the integrity of the joint venture.

Ah, it's really heartbreaking to sign such a humiliating contract that cedes our rights to the factory.

The junior official from the Ministry of Industry and Information Technology twitched at the corner of his mouth. He watched quietly as the eight factory directors, as if drunk, shone with their eyes and walked as if they were walking on clouds, staggering about. Several of them bumped straight into the conference room door.

With a thud, a large red patch appeared on his forehead.

Junior staff member: "Is she out of her mind with joy?"

Factory Director Zhang: "Nonsense. We've all been reduced to supporting factories, what's there to be happy about?"

The junior clerk said irritably, "If your mouth wasn't stretched so wide it reached the back of your head, I almost believed your nonsense."

The junior clerk said sourly, "Alright, what's there to pretend about? Anyone who gets to cling to such a powerful figure would be laughing their head off."

Factory Director Zhang held it in for a long time, but finally couldn't hold it in any longer: "Hahahaha!"

I'm sorry, I don't usually show my emotions unless I really can't help it.

Director Zhang's laughter was like a switch, and the other directors followed suit with their hands on their hips.

The arrogant laughter echoed through the Ministry of Industry and Information Technology's office building, startling people from other departments who quickly opened their doors.

"What's the matter?"

"What's going on?"

……

After signing the papers, Lin Xiaohe boarded the train from the capital to Liaoyang, the provincial capital.

Before the Spring Festival travel rush, the demand for transport capacity and speed from China and the railway authorities was not so urgent.

The green train clattered along, and inside the sleeper carriages, people were making instant noodles, rolling up green onions, playing cards, and chatting—it was bustling with activity.

A twelve-hour drive is enough time for a social butterfly to make four or five friends.

Lin Xiaohe was afraid of being bombarded with questions from unfamiliar, enthusiastic older women about whether she had a boyfriend, so she simply lay down and pretended to be asleep.

A scorching gaze, like a laser beam, landed on his face, almost burning a hole in it.

Lin Xiaohe opened her eyes and asked helplessly, "What do you want to ask?"

The newly hired assistant, Wang Yang, chuckled and whispered in Lin Xiaohe's ear like a thief, "Factory Manager, is everything you said in the meeting room true?"

"real."

Wang Yang gasped: "18 million color TVs?!"

My goodness!

He had been Lin Xiaohe's assistant for over a month. He knew very well that Changhong's market share in the Dongguo color TV market was definitely over 80%, and that Changhong was incredibly good at cost reduction, with a profit margin far exceeding the industry average of 10%.

Wang Yang counted on his fingers, becoming increasingly alarmed.

He remained calm and gave Lin Xiaohe a fawning smile: "Factory Manager, I'll go to the dining car to buy you some food."

After saying that, he ran away in a flash.

Just then, the train arrived at Changli Station. Wang Yang took out his Motorola phone, dialed a number, and spoke rapidly: "Old man, I have good news for you."

"Get out! I worked so hard to send you to university, and you go and become an assistant to some little brat. Aren't you ashamed?" A rough male voice boomed.

Mad!
They've laid out a smooth road for this brat, but he's got a rebellious streak and refuses to listen to their plans.

When asked to study abroad, he said the best businessmen were in the East!
Wang Yang kept it brief: "648 billion."

"What?"

Wang Yang: "Lin Xiaohe estimates that Changhong's sales of color TVs in the East China market will reach 648 billion this year. Listen carefully, this only includes the East China market, not the international market! You decide what to do."

Without waiting for a reply, Wang Yang hung up the phone, grabbed a bag of boxed lunches, and made his way through the crowd back to his sleeper car. The boxed lunches on the train were delicious, but not bad either.

Lin Xiaohe finished her boxed lunch completely and then took a short nap.

Two hours later, she opened her eyes and saw a square-faced man who looked like a respectable person.

"Director Lin, you're awake. I am Chen Guang, the director of the Qinghuangdao Investment Promotion Office. This is my identification; please check it."

what?
Oh.

Lin Xiaohe took the document wrapped in a plastic bag, carefully examined it, and confirmed that it was genuine and that the man in front of her was not a fraud.

Lin Xiaohe smiled and said, "Director Chen, hello. Did you come here specifically to see me?"

Chen Guang sat with half his buttocks on the edge of the lower bunk opposite him, his body straight and slightly leaning forward: "Yes. Director Lin, on behalf of Qinghuang Island, I sincerely invite you to come and inspect."

"Our development zone is one of the first batch of national-level development zones approved by the State Council. As long as you come, corporate income tax will be levied at 15%. For those operating for more than 10 years, there will be two years of tax exemption and three years of tax reduction at half price. We can offer the lowest discount on land transfer fees. The infrastructure is fully connected and leveled, and we provide direct access to the factory area. You don't need to make any trips; we offer a one-stop service!"

Lin Xiaohe understood; they really were here to attract investment.

As soon as the train arrived at Shanhaiguan Station, a heavily pregnant man, panting heavily, finally found Lin Xiaohe after crossing countless carriages.

He shoved Chen Guang aside and said, "Director Lin, don't listen to him. It's best to come to our Shanhaiguan. If you want to build a new factory, we have all the conditions he proposed, and they'll only be better. If you don't want to build a new factory, you can acquire other factories in our city. We'll handle all the negotiations and procedures without you having to worry about anything."

Chen Guang was furious: "Who do you think you are? Don't you know what 'first come, first served' means?"

The pot-bellied man glanced at him: "For something as important as investment, who cares about first come, first served? Of course, it's about who offers the best terms. Nobody's money grows on trees, right, Director Lin?"

What an ugly face of someone who is arrogant at first and obsequious at second! Chen Guang wanted to scratch him to death.

"Yes, yes, yes! That's so true." Another burly man, 1.9 meters tall, squeezed into the crowded carriage.

His voice boomed like thunder. He grabbed the pregnant man with his left hand and Chen Guang with his right, throwing them aside: "Director Lin, it's better to go to Xingcheng. The scenery is beautiful, and the people are beautiful. We're all from the same province, we're family!"

I knock!

Chen Guang and the pot-bellied man exchanged a glance and said in unison, "Director Lin, we are all from Dongguo, and we are your family too."

Lin Xiaohe finally understood what was going on; it must have been caused by 648.

Seeing that the three burly men were about to start fighting in the private room, Lin Xiaohe quickly smoothed things over: "Since we've met, it must be fate. Haha, the four of us are just enough to make a mahjong table."

Suddenly, a dark head popped out from next door: "Hey? You guys want to play mahjong? What a coincidence, I brought mahjong tiles, but we're short of players. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, we can just play Potato."

Huh? Shall we fight?

Lin Xiaohe sighed inwardly, "Let's play. Playing mahjong is better than fighting."

As someone who's part of the old system, how could I not know how to play mahjong?
Chen Guang and his two companions could confidently claim that they were mahjong masters with extensive experience.

Five people play, four people take turns, rotating in rounds.

While Lin Xiaohe was on the table, the three of them subtly let her win.

While Lin Xiaohe was observing the battle, the three fought fiercely, displaying a dazzling array of swords and stratagems.

In the end, the mahjong player who was playing the game complained: "You three are terrible players! You're just trying to please the boss, why are you dragging me into this?!"

If you don't win with him, but he takes all the money, is it even playable?!
Chen Guang touched his nose, patted his shoulder lightly, and said with deep emotion, "Young man, you still need more experience."

"Ha!" You sycophant, you bootlicker.

The pot-bellied man declared his loyalty: "How can this be called flattery towards Director Lin? This is clearly an expression of our respect for her!"

"Director Lin?! Director Lin of Changhong Factory?"

"Correct."

"Ah! Help me up, I can still fight! Director Lin, I'm your loyal supporter!"

Lin Xiaohe...

With her intelligence and ability, does she really need anyone to go easy on her?!
Do you know how to play "Walking Potato"?