Reborn in 1985, starting from a machine factory

Find out the investment framework agreement for the antenna factory!

Chen Mo watched it again seriously.

Both Secretary Liu and the factory director are meticulous people, and they won't act until they see a clear benefit.

Getting money out of their pockets will not be that easy.

This agreement is the guarantee of this three thousand yuan!

Chen Mo read aloud in a low voice: "Party A (Li Guihua - Chen Mo on behalf of)."

"Party B (Feng Xue - Liu Jianguo on behalf), (Zhao Yueyue - Zhao Baojun on behalf)"

"Party B contributes RMB 1,500, accounting for 10%..."

"This investment will not distribute dividends for six months!"

"If the factory does not start production within two months, the investment amount should be fully refunded, and interest should be paid according to the People's Bank of China's lending rate."

"Signature..."

As someone who works in an office, this agreement, though a bit rough around the edges, takes everything into consideration!

Another one or two will have to come from Zhao Degui's side in the next day or two.

If this matter isn't clarified, problems will definitely arise later.

Chen Mo placed the agreement and the money beside his pillow before crawling into bed.

...

"Ring ring!"

To the pleasant sound of bicycle bells, two bicycles crossed the street one after the other.

Leading the way was Zhao Degui, who was wearing a military overcoat. The morning breeze blew as he pedaled his foot rapidly.

Chen Mo followed closely behind.

As soon as they met in the morning, Zhao Degui got excited and dragged Chen Mo out the door before Chen Mo could even explain.

They said they were going to show Chen Mo the factory, and that they would discuss anything else after the visit!

In fact, Chen Mo was also a little tempted. Having seen Beiyang Heavy Industry before, he really didn't know much about this street-run factory.

"squeak!"

As they passed a brick house, Zhao Degui slammed on the brakes, and the wheels rolled half a circle before being firmly stopped in place.

Chen Mo hurriedly stopped.

Zhao Degui straightened his clothes and waited for Chen Mo to approach. He then took out a pack of Daqianmen cigarettes from his pocket and stuffed it into Chen Mo's hand.

"Here, take this. Give it to everyone you meet."

"Try not to speak. If someone asks the wrong question, you won't be able to explain yourself!"

Chen Mo nodded: "Uncle Zhao, I understand."

"What are our identities?"

"I'm the deputy factory director, and you're our factory's chief engineer. You don't need to change your names," Zhao Degui said.

"Okay!" Chen Mo nodded.

Zhao Degui pushed his bicycle: "Come on!"

As he spoke, he pushed the large iron gate, which clattered against the wall with a loud clanging sound.

"Who is it?" An old man, staring at his reading glasses, poked his head out from the gatehouse. "Who are you looking for?"

"Grandpa, we're looking for the factory manager. We've made an appointment with him!" Zhao Degui said.

"Who?" The old man tilted his ear.

"Find Factory Director Zhou!" Zhao Degui raised his voice.

"Why are you making such a racket?" The old man rolled his eyes at Zhao Degui. "Go inside!"

Zhao Degui smiled, showing no displeasure whatsoever, and pushed his bicycle through the gate.

Inside the gate is a clean, red-brick road with few fallen leaves.

Zhao Degui parked his bicycle to the side and led Chen Mo into the factory area.

This factory isn't very big.

There are two factory buildings, each about the size of six normal houses.

Through the factory door, you can still see rows of lathes standing still, rusted and covered in dust.

Zhao Degui did not step forward, nor did he urge Chen Mo.

Chen Mo looked closely for a while before looking away and asked, "Uncle Zhao, why does this factory have a security guard?"

"This machine hasn't been touched much in at least a year!"

Zhao Degui shrugged: "You'd have to be an engineer to figure that out!"

Chen Mo gave an embarrassed smile.

"Uncle Zhao, I'm not joking. You can tell this road was just swept!"

"Even the door lock was wiped clean. This doorman doesn't seem like he's new; he seems like he's always been here."

Zhao Degui continued walking forward: "In a factory, which position is the most crucial to have enough people?"

"It can't be the security guard, can it?" Chen Mo asked hesitantly.

"Yes! It's the doorman."

Chen Mo looked incredulous.

"You're still young, aren't you? There's an old man at the gate, who cares if he's hard of hearing or has trouble walking?"

"As long as this person is here, not many people will want to take advantage of the factory's equipment."

"If this position isn't filled, the factory will be taken away from you in just a few months!" Zhao Degui said.

Chen Mo thought for a moment and said, "Hey, Uncle Zhao, you have a point!"

"Who told me to be your boss!"

After bypassing the factory area, Zhao Degui approached a few houses and walked to the one furthest away, where he straightened his clothes.

Even without Zhao Degui saying anything, Chen Mo did the same.

Then, Zhao Degui knocked on the door!

The door opened.

Zhao Degui smiled, a cigarette in his hand: "Director Zhou, Director Wu, you're both here!"

Chen Mo also had a big smile on his face.

Director Zhou was short, dark-skinned, and thin. He reached out and took the cigarette, took a puff, and smoke came out of his nose.

Director Wu, with his chubby, round face, said with a gentle expression, "I arrived early this morning to welcome Director Zhao!"

"Um, who is this?"

Director Wu pointed at Chen Mo.

Zhao Degui lit a cigarette for Director Wu: "Chen Mo, our technical consultant."

"Engineer Chen!"

"So young!" Director Wu exclaimed. "Sit down, everyone, please have a seat!"

Chen Mo sat in the corner.

"Old Zhao, what's your decision?" Director Wu asked.

"Director, we've considered it quite thoroughly, but could you lower the price a bit?"

After lighting a cigarette for himself, Zhao Degui spoke.

"Look how poor I am, I have too much money, I really can't come up with it all at once."

"Old Zhao, you're lying about what you're saying!" Director Wu took a deep drag on his cigarette, which made him cough twice.

"A thousand yuan deposit, is that considered expensive?"

"Why don't you go and ask around? There are several factories over there that are offering 1,500 yuan a month, some even 2,000!"

"I'm only charging you five hundred as a risk deposit, isn't that enough?"

Zhao Degui said with a forced smile, "Brother Wu is definitely being generous. Don't we have a bit too many workers?"

"Twenty workers, is that too many?" Director Wu took the cigarette Chen Moxin offered.

Chen Mo struck a match and helped him light the fire.

"That's not what I meant. I meant, isn't the amount of money owed a bit too much?" Zhao Degui said.

"Hey, hey, I'm talking to you. How can we owe money?" Director Wu shouted at Factory Manager Zhou.

Factory Director Zhou slowly raised his head. His face was expressionless, square and rigid, as if his features were welded to his face.

"If these workers aren't paid, then you shouldn't buy the factory!" he said in a low voice.

"What do you want to buy?"

"This is a rental!" Director Wu interrupted.

"It means the same thing!" Director Zhou said slowly.

"Old Zhao, you see? There's a stubborn guy in the factory, and there's nothing I can do about it!" Director Wu spread his hands.

"Twenty people, owed wages for six months, I'll calculate it as forty yuan a month."

"That'll cost four thousand eight!"

"Director, how do you suggest I rent it out?" Zhao Degui forcefully stubbed out his cigarette.

Director Wu smiled as he tossed his half-smoked cigarette into the ashtray: "So, what are your thoughts?"

"Or rather, what are you thinking?" He looked at Chen Mo to the side.

Chen Mo looked up at Zhao Degui, who winked at him slightly.

The fist, which had been tucked to one side, quietly extended five fingers and waved them!