Chapter 660 Stealing a Pig Is Better than Stealing a Strong Young Man, Right?

The weather in Anshi was not very good, it was drizzling and drizzling, and the chill hit my face as soon as I got off the plane.

Walking out of the airport hall, looking at Huang Zhiqiu who was waiting at the exit under the rain, Shao Mo's nose felt sour for no reason.

She stepped up to meet her, "Mom, didn't you tell me not to pick us up? It's so cold, what should I do if I catch a cold?"

Huang Zhiqiu held her happily, "It's okay, I wear a lot."

Compared with her warm hands, Huang Zhiqiu's hands were as cold as ice. Shao Mo was so distressed that she hurriedly took a taxi back to the factory.

In the car, Huang Zhiqiu was overjoyed when he heard Shao Mo say that he helped the bamboo weaving factory get an order of 80,000 yuan for next year.

"Great, Momo, when I get back to the factory, I'll call your grandpa and tell them to hurry up and collect more moso bamboo. The paper mill in the town is doing well this year. I heard that it will expand its scale next year. By then the moso bamboo will be harvested." The price will definitely increase, and before the Chinese New Year everyone needs money, buy more and store them.”

"Well, but if it's too cold in winter, will the moso bamboo be cracked?"

Huang Zhiqiu hesitated, "It's not impossible."

"How about this, let's sign an agreement with the villagers who are willing to sell moso bamboo, and pay a part of the deposit first, and then pay the rest after they transport the moso bamboo to the processing workshop next year."

Huang Zhiqiu nodded quickly, "This method works, I'll tell your uncle when I get back."

"Um."

After talking about the bamboo weaving factory, Huang Zhiqiu was concerned about whether his daughter and son-in-law were doing well in the capital. In addition, Huang Zhiqiu was also very concerned about Lingchuan's self-examination, and his words were full of support and encouragement.

After arriving at the bamboo weaving factory, Huang Zhiqiu introduced the personnel situation in the factory to her.

"There are a few workers who are not in good health. They don't want to work this year after finishing their work. In addition, next year's order volume will double that of this year. I plan to recruit another 20 bamboo weaving workers."

"It's OK to recruit people, but this year's recruitment conditions have to be changed. The age limit is under 45 years old. And, we can recruit a group of apprentices who are over 18 years old, have a primary school education, and have good conduct. Both men and women are welcome. , After entering the factory, the old employees will lead them to learn while doing.

Every time an old employee brings out an apprentice, the bonus is 10 yuan, the more the better. Before apprentices become full-time employees, they are provided with food and housing, and can also receive a living allowance of 5 yuan per month. After graduation, they become regular employees and receive the same treatment as other workers.

Mom, the operation of the bamboo weaving factory is basically stable now. We have to think about the long-term. Although the skills of veteran craftsmen are solid, their thinking is relatively old-fashioned. Only young people can bring more changes to the bamboo weaving factory. "

Huang Zhiqiu kept nodding, "Momo, you are right, you young people do think more."

After simply talking to Huang Zhiqiu about the development and plan of the bamboo weaving factory next year, Shao Mo took out the design draft she had drawn in the past two days.

It happened that Huang Yu and Chen Bin were both in the factory. Huang Zhiqiu called them up, and called two of the most experienced and experienced bamboo weaving workers in the production workshop. They sat down and discussed together, and finally decided on five types of Dragon Boat Festival rice dumpling boxes. sample image.

Huang Yu and two experienced bamboo weavers made five samples within a week, and then sent them to Jiang City to be reviewed by the person in charge of Ronghua Company.

At the end of the meeting, Shao Mo called Huang Zhiqiu to the office for a private conversation.

"Mom, our bamboo weaving factory has to set up a research and development department. The main responsibility of this department is to design and develop new products. Whether it is the staff responsible for research and development or the people who can get in touch with new products, they must be absolutely reliable.

Think about it, the new product that we spent days or even months designing was learned by others before it was put into production and launched on the market.

In particular, the order samples and samples signed with Ronghua must be kept absolutely confidential. There are countless bamboo weaving factories across the country, and Ronghua only cooperates with us because our products are fashionable and unique.

Once the samples are leaked, other food factories will try to imitate them, and the sales of Ronghua's products in the coming year will definitely be greatly affected. Do you think they will continue to seek cooperation with us? "

Hearing this, Huang Zhiqiu's expression became more serious, "Momo, you are right in reminding me that I will keep all the samples in the future."

Shao Mo thought for a while, and said: "Well, let Brother Chen find a suitable place tomorrow, and use it as a research and development department alone. The design and production of samples are completed there. After get off work, no one can take the samples. Take the pictures away. Buy a bigger safe to store samples and sample pictures.”

"it is good."

The next day, Huang Zhiqiu and Chen Bin split up according to Shao Mo's reminder, and Shao Mo brought gifts to visit Mrs. Zhao.

After having lunch at Zhao's house, Shao Mo and Ling Chuan left and went back to the bamboo weaving factory. When they were still downstairs, they heard the noise in Huang Zhiqiu's office upstairs.

When they got up, they found that it was Peng Fang and Huang Jianguo who were talking about Huang Zhiqiu excitedly.

Shao Mo's face turned cold, and he and Ling Chuan stepped forward to pull Peng Fang and his wife away.

"Mom, what's the matter?"

Seeing his daughter and son-in-law, Huang Zhiqiu breathed a sigh of relief, "Momo, it's okay, your second uncle is here to ask about Huang Zhao."

"Yunmo, where did my family Huang Zhao go? It's been half a year and I haven't been able to contact him. Is something wrong with him?"

Peng Fang's tone was not good, but seeing the other party's worried eyes, Shao Mo couldn't get angry.

"Second aunt, I don't know much about Cousin Xiao Zhao either."

Huang Jianguo said distressedly: "We called Yun's family several times to ask Yunyao for clarification, but as soon as the Yun's family heard that we were looking for Yunyao, they immediately hung up the phone. Yunmo, why don't you go Ask the Yun family for us? Your cousin Xiao Zhao did a good job on the Yun family's construction site before, why did he quit without saying a word?"

Peng Fang wiped her tears and said bitterly: "The Yun family dare not let Yun Yao answer the phone, there must be something wrong in their hearts! If there is something wrong with my Xiao Zhao, I will never end with them!"

Peng Fang and his wife quarreled for a long time before they agreed to leave.

Before leaving, he conveniently took away the biscuits and fruits that Huang Zhiqiu had left in the office.

"Momo, is there really no news about your cousin Xiao Zhao? Otherwise, you can ask a friend to help you find it? Although your grandfather didn't say anything, he was still worried. One night he was crying in his dreams. It was your uncle who called Xiao Zhao's name and told me later."

Shao Mo thought for a while, and decided to tell Huang Zhiqiu the truth. Anyway, the Huang family would know about Huang Zhao being abducted by Yunyao sooner or later.

"Mom, I really don't know the current whereabouts of Cousin Xiao Zhao, and someone has been looking for it for me, but there is one thing I didn't tell you."

"What's the matter?"

"Cousin Xiao Zhao, he was kidnapped and sold."

Huang Zhiqiu couldn't believe his ears. How could a 20-year-old boy be trafficked? Even stealing a pig is better than stealing a strong young man, right?