Rebirth: My college entrance exam score was stolen? I turned the tables and made a billion.

The next morning.

Tiexi District, First Towel Factory.

At the main gate, the tense, life-or-death atmosphere of yesterday was gone.

Only when the gate was open could groups of two or three workers in blue overalls walk into the factory.

Moreover, everyone's faces were more lively, and their voices were twice as loud as usual.

"Hey Li, did you cut any meat last night?"

"Absolutely! We went to the market and bought a pound of pork belly. My wife made a big bowl of dough, and the whole family made a batch of pork and cabbage dumplings. We ate until we were burping!"

"Me too. I haven't had any meat for days. Last night after get off work, I went to the grocery store and bought a roast chicken."

Amidst the workers' chatter, Zhao Dagong pushed a bicycle into the factory gate.

Good morning, factory manager!

"Has the factory manager eaten?"

Hearing the workers' enthusiastic greetings, Zhao Dagong beamed and waved back with a smile.

"You've all eaten, haven't you? You had a good meal last night, right? Today, let's get the materials out of the factory and start production. Once all the machines are running, nobody's allowed to slack off!"

"Factory manager, don't worry, I'm going to stomp that textile machine until it smokes today!"

Several workers started shouting.

Zhao Dagong laughed heartily, greeting people from various workshops as he walked, appearing extremely cheerful.

A short while later, he parked his bicycle downstairs in the office building, turned around and went up to the second floor, pushing open the door to the factory director's office.

With a "click," the door closed tightly.

The smile on Zhao Dagong's face vanished instantly.

He walked behind his desk, pulled out a chair, sat down, and let out a heavy sigh.

The workers outside were happy because they could eat meat.

But as the factory director, he still felt a bit heavy-hearted.

Yes, the special fund of 300,000 yuan was deposited in yesterday, which indeed paid off the factory's debts and paid all the factory workers a month's wages.

But now, that's all the money left in the accounts.

Buy a few truckloads of cotton yarn and some dye, and the factory's machines can indeed be restarted.

But the question is, what happens once it's running?

Zhao Dagong pulled out half a pack of Daqianmen cigarettes from his pocket, lit one, and took a deep drag.

The towels are produced, but the real challenge is finding a market for them.

In the past, sales channels mostly relied on the supply and marketing cooperatives for unified purchase and distribution.

Now that the supply and marketing cooperatives are in such a state, how can we possibly continue down this path?

So, instead of supplying the supply and marketing cooperative, we'll go out and find markets elsewhere?

That probably won't work either.

The towel factory has been used to the "iron rice bowl" system for years, and it doesn't even have a proper sales department.

If all else fails... how about setting up a stall and selling retail items?

Forget it, what can you do with that little sales volume!

Thinking of this, Zhao Dagong rubbed his throbbing temples.

As long as there are no orders, once the machine starts turning, the raw materials will turn into towels, which will immediately become surplus inventory, piled up in the warehouse collecting dust. Wouldn't that just be going back to the old situation?

Unless a big boss falls from the sky and dumps a long-term, cash-on-delivery order on them.

But where can you find such a good thing these days?

Zhao Dagong felt increasingly choked up, so much so that he didn't even notice the cigarette butt burning his fingers.

"Ring ring ring—"

The landline on the table suddenly started ringing loudly.

Zhao Dagong was startled.

He quickly stubbed out the cigarette butt in the ashtray and grabbed the receiver.

"Feed?"

The voice of the gatekeeper, Old Li, came from the other end of the phone; even his tone had changed.

"Factory...factory manager! Please come down quickly!"

"What's going on? Is someone causing trouble?"

Zhao Dagong's brows furrowed, and his anger flared up instantly.

Didn't I just pay the bill yesterday?

"No, no!"

Old Li was so anxious he kept shouting.

"It's a city car! Deputy Secretary Chen is here! The car is already parked at the gate!"

"Who?"

Zhao Dagong jumped up from his chair.

"Deputy Secretary Chen of the Municipal Party Committee! And Director Wang of the State-owned Assets Supervision and Administration Commission! Please come quickly, they've already gotten out of the car!"

Sweat immediately broke out on Zhao Dagong's forehead.

Chen Guohua, Deputy Secretary of the Municipal Party Committee?

That's the third-ranking leader in Shenyang!

When leaders of this level go to the grassroots level, they usually need to be notified at least one day in advance. The municipal party committee office will make arrangements in advance, district leaders will accompany them, and the factory will have to put up banners and organize employees to line the streets to welcome them.

Why did you come to their towel factory without even saying hello today?

Zhao Dagong couldn't figure it out, and he didn't have time to think about it in detail.

He grabbed the blue jacket hanging on the back of the chair and haphazardly put it on, buttoning one button wrong.

"Hurry! Open the door wide, I'm coming right away!"

He yelled into the phone, hung up, and rushed out of the office, running wildly down the stairs.

Zhao Dagong was panting heavily when he arrived at the factory gate.

I looked up.

There was indeed a car parked outside the large iron gate.

The car door was open, and Chen Guohua, dressed in a gray Zhongshan suit, was standing at the gate with his hands behind his back, looking around the factory buildings in the factory area.

Director Wang of the State-owned Assets Supervision and Administration Commission followed beside him, carrying a briefcase.

Zhao Dagong quickly adjusted his breathing, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and hurried to meet him.

His back was already bent over, and his hands were stretched out far away.

"Secretary Chen! Director Wang! What brings you two here! We are so sorry for not greeting you properly!"

Chen Guohua turned his head, looked at Zhao Dagong who was running over, and shook hands with him.

"Director Zhao, don't be so polite. The municipal party committee members came uninvited today; I hope they haven't disturbed your production?"

"No, no, not at all!"

Zhao Dagong waved his hands repeatedly, his face full of excitement.

"Secretary Chen, I was just talking to Director Wang yesterday about how the 300,000 yuan special fund allocated by the municipal party committee to us for settling accounts saved the lives of hundreds of people in our factory!"

It must be said that Zhao Dagong's emotions at this moment were very convincing.

After all, yesterday's money came at just the right time.

Today, the municipal party committee leaders came to inspect the area in person. They must be here to verify the results and, incidentally, to reassure the grassroots.

He made up his mind that he had to invite Secretary Chen to the factory office later to make a proper statement and see if he could shamelessly ask for some more policy support.

After all, the factory has no orders and will soon have to shut down again. It would be great if the city could help us find some sales channels.

Thinking of this, he hurriedly spoke.

"Secretary Chen, the workers were paid yesterday and their morale is very stable."

"Since you're here today, you can take a look at the workshop. The machines will be ready soon..."

Before Zhao Dagong could finish speaking, Chen Guohua smiled and raised his hand to interrupt him.

"Director Zhao, to be honest, you thanked the wrong person for that special fund for balancing accounts."

"what?"

Zhao Dagong was stunned, his movements frozen in mid-air.

Did you thank the wrong person?

Didn't you say yesterday that you only got paid after the city found someone to deliver the goods?

Chen Guohua stepped back half a step, making room for him, and pointed to the Santana parked next to him.

"To be frank with you, I'm here today specifically to act as a matchmaker for you two."

As Chen Guohua finished speaking, the other rear door of the Santana was pushed open.

Zhao Dagong followed Chen Guohua's finger and looked over.

Two figures emerged from the car.

A young man in front of me was wearing a clean jacket and carrying a black leather bag.

A young man wearing glasses followed behind.

The young man closed the car door, walked to Chen Guohua's side, then turned around and looked at Zhao Dagong with a smile.

Zhao Dagong had been wearing a smiling face, ready to get to know this benefactor who had helped him out of his predicament.

However, when he saw the young man's face clearly, his eyes widened immediately.

The young man smiling at him was none other than the same person he had mistaken for a conman from the south who had taken advantage of his misfortune yesterday morning, the one he had pointed his finger at, berated, and who had been forcibly kicked out by the manufacturers!

He even cursed at the other person as they ran away.

just now.

This swindler actually came here in a car belonging to the municipal party committee?

Moreover, judging from what Secretary Chen said...

Could it be that the 300,000 yuan in cash that saved my life yesterday really came from this "scammer" whom I kicked out?

Zhao Dagong glanced at Liu Guangming, then at Chen Guohua who was smiling silently beside him, and felt a little dizzy.

"This...this..."

Liu Guangming took a step forward.

He didn't show any displeasure because he was kicked out yesterday; instead, he generously extended his hand.

"Director Zhao, there were too many people yesterday, so we didn't have time to talk in detail."

"Let's get to know each other again."

"My name is Liu Guangming, the head of Jiangnan Guangming Trading Co., Ltd., who was mentioned yesterday and is now the new owner of all the outlets in the Shenyang supply and marketing system."

Director Wang, standing to the side, almost burst out laughing at Zhao Dagong's horrified expression.

However, we're here on official business.

He cleared his throat and stepped forward.

"Old Zhao, what are you standing there for? Hurry up and invite Secretary Chen and Boss Liu inside to sit down!"

"Yes, yes, yes!"

Zhao Dagong then seemed to wake from a dream, hurriedly wiped his hands on his clothes, quickly grasped Liu Guangming's hand, and bowed repeatedly to apologize.

"Boss Liu, I, Zhao, was blind yesterday. I'm so sorry, so very sorry!"

"Please come to my office, gentlemen. I'll go brew the best tea right away!"