Chapter 101 Acquisition of a plywood factory
As soon as Labor Day is over, summer begins in a blink of an eye.
During these days, Ma Mingqi made several trips to Pengchengwang Village.
Fortunately, I always go with my brother every time, and go back on the same day in Santana.
Not only is it not tiring, but it is a pleasant experience.
This is the super high salary that only senior officials of the government have these days.
Wangcun’s wood processing factory also changed its course little by little, and changed to Xingwang Furniture Factory and Wu Yuan’s name.
Every time Ma Mingqi came back from a business trip, the fragments of news he brought back allowed Wu Yuan to control the progress of the acquisition of the wood processing factory remotely.
After paying the tax, Qian Rentong went in.
Pengcheng's working group conducted an in-depth investigation on the wood processing factory again.
The wood processing factory passed the customs smoothly.
Wang Minya took office as the new director of the wood processing factory, with Lu Yuanchao as his deputy.
Wang Minya started to make connections, find connections, and spend money to make money for Rentong.
Of course, the 200,000 yuan from the sale of the factory was spent.
Completely regardless of cost.
Wu Yuan asked Ma Mingqi to bring the message again, if you need help, just say it. Then I still only received a thank you from Wang Minya.
This woman is gritty.
Lixia night.
The third brother-in-law, Xiong Gang, who hasn't shown up for a long time, came over.
So Wu Yuan and Wu Yuan were in the star-studded yard, under an incandescent light bulb of a hundred watts, pushing a cup and changing a cup.
"Third brother-in-law, you don't go to the Three Treasures Hall if you have nothing to do. If you have anything to say, just say it."
"I heard that you just bought a wood processing factory. I have a plywood factory here. Are you interested?"
Plywood?
Wu Yuan hesitated slightly.
Although he tries to avoid using it in his own decoration, he has to admit that plywood, which combines technology and hard work, will be the trend in the future market.
Not only can it replace solid wood raw materials in many occasions, but it also has the characteristics of not being easily deformed, not easy to crack, and resistant to warping, and the textured surface can be customized as you like.
It’s just that the current domestic plywood production process is relatively extensive. Not only is the production process highly polluting, but the final product contains enough harmful substances.
But Wu Yuan decided to take a look before saying, "Of course I'm interested, third brother-in-law."
Plywood merchant Tubaobao, which was listed in the previous life, was only established in 1993. If he can take the lead, he might not be able to give birth to a listed company.
The next day, May 6th.
Wu Yuan sat in Santana, passed by Xiaxu Village, picked up his third brother-in-law Xiong Gang, and then went straight to Beiyin City.
The clue Xiong Gang found out this time is in the suburbs of Beiyin City.
The distance from Beigang is almost as far as coming from Pengcheng.
The road conditions along the way are quite bad, and sitting in Santana swaying left and right is not a very pleasant experience.
But in these days, it would be nice to have a means of transportation to save you from physical fatigue.
What's more, you can go on call.
But when the three of them went to the plywood factory on the outskirts of Beiyin City to take a look, they couldn't help being disappointed.
This is purely a manual workshop.
The smell inside is pungent, and you will feel dizzy after taking two sips.
Covering his mouth and nose tightly, he reluctantly walked in to take a look.
It’s just early summer, and the factory building is already sweating profusely.
This is too informal.
Wu Yuan immediately pulled Xiong Gang and Ma Mingchao out of the workshop, and only wandered around the factory.
Even so, Wu Yuan is not very satisfied with the situation outside the workshop.
Compared with the wood processing factory under the management of Wang Minya, this place is simply a garbage dump.
"Forget it, third brother-in-law, let's go back."
"Don't wait for Boss Zhang? The concierge just said he called."
Wu Yuan's meaning is already obvious.
Xiong Gang no longer insisted, just said: "Then I will speak to the concierge."
On the way back, Xiong Gang was a little unhappy.
He is a righteous and thoughtful person.
Helpful.
Once you don't get help, your own psychological burden will be greater than that of the person being helped.
Being a man in two lifetimes, Wu Yuan knew Xiong Gang well, so he smiled and explained: "Sister-in-law, it's normal that the business can't be done. How can there be so many cheap things in the world? Besides, I'm not in a hurry. Just be Let's go on a trip!"
Return to Xingwang Furniture Factory.
Ma Mingqi from the financial department showed her head from afar, "Master Yuan, you are back."
"What's up?"
"Director Wang called to ask, when will the payment for the 250,000 logs arrive?"
"Tell her, let her find a way to delay until July. Just say that the furniture factory has just paid for the purchase, and there is no money in the account."
"I'll call her back right away."
After explaining to Ma Mingqi, Wu Yuan walked into the factory.
The sounds of electric planing kept coming and going, some were cutting wood, some were planing wood.
Looking at the rustling shavings and sawdust, you know that solid wood raw materials are more wasteful of precious forest resources than plywood.
But everything has to be done step by step.
Before the production process fails to meet Wu Yuan's requirements, he would rather not do it than do harm to others for money.
Scattered a circle of smoke with everyone, and said a few words to Master Qiao Siye, Wu Yuan patted his **** and left.
As soon as he walked into the courtyard, he saw Ma Mingchao walking in quickly from the door.
"Boss, the old branch secretary sent someone to look for you and told you to go home quickly."
"What happened?"
"No."
"Go, drive."
From the village head to Yang Zhishu's house, it was actually a matter of oil.
But the old man is fine.
Once someone is sent to find him, it will be a big deal.
One foot of the gas pedal arrived at the door of Yang Zhishu's house. Before the car stabilized, Wu Yuan pushed the door and got out of the car.
In the yard, Zhishu Yang was holding a cigarette pipe and pot, but he didn't light the fire, and he smoked lonely.
The second sister-in-law Jiang Fan next to her also had an anxious expression.
Wu Yuan took out Huazi, handed one over and said, "Father, what's going on?"
Yang Zhishu put down the pipe and pot, took Hua Zi, let Wu Yuan light it, and then sighed: "Let your second sister-in-law talk about it."
Wu Yuan went to Huazi on his own, and Jiang Fan said: "Just now someone in the village came back from Pengcheng Railway Station, saying that he saw your second brother begging for food nearby."
There was a snap.
Wu Yuan's lighter fell to the ground, and Hua Zi also lit a lonely one.
"Is this impossible? Did that person read it wrong? Didn't the second brother call back?"
As soon as he heard the repeated questioning, Jiang Fan burst into tears.
He choked up and said: "Your second brother, don't you know? He has no great skills, and he still wants to save face. It has been two months since he went out to work at the end of the first month, and now it is April. Not a penny was sent back."
Wu Yuan's heart skipped a beat.
The last time he came back from Pengcheng, Ma Mingchao also mentioned that there were a lot more beggars near the train station.
This year's wave of millions of migrant workers entering the city, once they cannot find a job in a big city, they can only be reduced to beggars.
After all, people go out to work these days, and many people only have travel expenses for going out, not return travel expenses.
Wu Yuan put Hua Zi away and got up immediately.
"Then let's go, second sister-in-law, take a photo of second brother."
"Where to?"
"Go to Pengcheng Railway Station and look for it."
Yang Zhishu took a few puffs, stamped out the cigarette **** and said, "Take me."
(end of this chapter)