Reborn in Hong Kong, my cousin is Crippled Ho

Chapter 89 Not enough machines, not enough factories

Inside Chao'an Prison, the second-tiered knife-wielding man cried out to heaven and earth.

He clung to the carrying pole's right leg, repeatedly shouting that he was innocent.

Biandanwei was annoyed by this and kicked him away: "Reason? I'm a gangster who does things without reason."

If I'm out here in the world of crime and I have to be reasonable, what the hell am I doing here?

Upon hearing this absurd logic, everyone in Chao'an almost vomited blood.

Enduring the pain, Ercengdao knelt on the ground and begged for mercy: "Brother Wei! Please have mercy! We're all from Chaozhou, we're fellow citizens..."

"A Chaozhou native? Oh, now you remember you're from Chaozhou."

Okay, then let me ask you this: when people from our hometown come to Hong Kong to make a living, some are desperate and end up coming to your door as a form of handicrafts. Have you never thought of helping them out of consideration for your fellow countrymen?

Biandanwei suppressed his anger and looked coldly at Ercengdao: "We both know how the people outside address you."

Today's situation is a choice: either you lose money to avoid further trouble, or your signboard gets torn down. Choose one.

He can run a pawnshop and Ercengdao knows some connections in the underworld, but in terms of strength, who among those he knows can compare to Biandanwei now?

After pleading in vain, and with a double stab to the back, he had no choice but to accept his fate and withdraw 2000 yuan.

He instructed the clerk to put it away, then turned and left, cursing. Ercengdao, with a forced smile, led the accountant and his assistant to see him off at the door.

After he and Hong Shun's group had walked far away, he suddenly remembered that not only had he not taken back the pawn ticket, but even Lin Yuanshan's Parker gold pen had been taken away by the clerk Ming Shun.

Never mind.

Consider it a loss to avoid further disaster.

Given Biandanwei's status in the underworld, he couldn't possibly come knocking on their door again to extort money, could he?

Not daring to chase after him to demand it back, Ercengdao found a reason in his heart to convince himself.

The next day, inside the Hongfa factory.

Lin Yuanshan learned from Tie Tou about Biandanwei's dealing with Ercengdao.

Zhang Chujie wasn't wearing his old suit today; he was wearing a long-sleeved, stand-up collar cotton shirt and navy blue trousers, and he was sitting to the left and behind Lin Yuanshan.

He had a smile on his face and seemed to be listening attentively to Tie Tou's storytelling.

In reality, he deliberately kept his distance from the world of martial arts and chivalry in his daily life. At this moment, he was quite shocked.

No wonder, most of the workers in both factories have a kind of江湖 (jianghu, a term referring to the world of martial arts and chivalry) spirit.

It turns out that this boss was able to command a branch of the He family.

"People like that with the double-edged sword aren't worth pitying." Lin Yuanshan took out a cigarette and swiped it around. "Uncle Xu is coming over today."

Ironhead, go pick up Limpy Rong for lunch.

Let's all get together, have a meeting, and also welcome our new factory manager.

Zhang Chujie's eyes flickered. The new factory manager was still being addressed as "uncle" by the boss?

Perhaps sensing his confusion, Lin Yuanshan turned his head and said, "Uncle Xu was originally the factory director of the Shixiawei branch of Yellow River Plastics. From today onwards, he will be the factory director of both factories."

Limpy Rong is in charge of production arrangements. You already visited our material warehouse yesterday.

There's a shortage of manpower right now, so you'll have to take on the procurement work as well.

Zhang Chujie was a little confused. Wasn't he supposed to be the secretary and public relations officer? Why is he now being assigned purchasing duties as well?

So, just pay me a salary.

Now, I'm being asked to do the work of three different positions?

Moreover, on my first day of work, you gave me a purchasing job that's so lucrative, and you're really that comfortable with that?

Just as Lin Yuanshan answered one of his questions, Zhang Chujie found that several more questions had arisen for him.

Time flies. This morning, Zhou Qianhe arranged for someone to bring in another machine.

For the rest of the time, Lin Yuanshan stayed in the factory manager's office, writing and drawing on a formula sheet.

Zhang Chujie was very astute. Without being told, he took the initiative to set up a table next to him and began to establish files such as the factory's personnel register, warehouse materials, machine molds, customer orders, and ledgers.

Wait until noon.

Xu Neng and Bo Rong arrived one after the other.

Lin Yuanshan, holding a metal lunchbox in one hand and chopsticks in the other, gestured for everyone to sit down: "Uncle Xu, please sit down! Little Rabbit, find Uncle Xu a new pair of chopsticks..."

Hey, Limpy Rong, what are you standing there for?

"There were no chairs, so I went outside and got two bricks to make do. Did you expect me to offer you a seat?"

Upon seeing Li Rong, he said "Oh," and actually went outside and brought in six bricks.

Xu Neng felt very novel. Just now, he was carrying a briefcase in his right hand. As soon as he entered the factory gate, Lin Yuanshan stuffed a warm metal lunchbox into his left hand.

When the little rabbit brought him chopsticks, Xu Neng quickly put down his bag, thanked her, and accepted them.

He found a stool nearby and sat down. He opened his lunchbox, took a couple of bites, and found that the taste was actually pretty good.

Seeing that everyone had sat down, Lin Yuanshan ate while introducing everyone to each other and assigning tasks.

By the time everyone finished their boxed lunches, the midday meeting and welcome party were almost over.

Although it was a makeshift team, Lin Yuanshan surprised Xu Neng and Zhang Chujie with his pragmatism and efficiency.

"Alright, I've finished speaking." Taking out cigarettes and handing them out to everyone, Lin Yuanshan directly called out, "Uncle Xu, Arong, and Ajie, you three, is there anything else you need to add? Speak quickly while everyone is here."

Xu Neng pushed up his reading glasses, opened his briefcase, and took out a memo: "These past two days, I have compiled statistics on the waste plastic materials produced by the old Yellow River Plastics plant, the main plant, and the three branch plants over the past year."

Each month, the total waste is approximately 50-75 tons.

I took a middle number, which is 60 tons per month.

With our existing machines, and assuming sufficient manpower, two shifts, and 16 hours of machine operation per day, we can achieve this.

Ideally, the monthly output of substandard styrofoam is about 10.8 tons, with 13 tons of waste material consumed.

Boss, we don't have enough machines, and we don't have enough factories.

If you don't expand and increase production capacity as soon as possible, you'll be relying on these two factories now.

"Don't even mention consuming those 320 tons of waste; you couldn't possibly consume all the waste the Yellow River produces every month!"

As soon as Xu Neng finished speaking, Tie Tou couldn't help but ask, "That's not right!"

Director Xu, when Bo Rong was in charge, there was only one 25-ton imported beer brewing machine.

For the other machines, we continued to use the local products from Fat Kee.

In 13 days, Bo Rong produced 6.1 tons.

Now that the entire set has been replaced with imported parts, and a 15-ton and a 40-ton beer press have been added, why is the monthly output only 10.8 tons?

Xu Neng glanced at Bo Rong and said indifferently, "Because he works day and night, leading the team to work themselves to the bone."

He didn't complain during this time, but I suspect the workers below him were grumbling.

Moreover, imported machines have the advantage of stability and output quality.

There are more beer machines now, but other equipment is only available in one unit each, which severely restricts the performance of the three machines.

Limping Rong lowered his head, his face as red as a monkey's bottom.

What is a difference? This is a difference!

Compared to when he patted his chest and loudly assured Lin Yuanshan that he could produce up to 2 tons a day, but in reality, the machine was unable to produce that much when it was turned on.

Xu Neng, the professional factory manager, hadn't even gone to the front-line workshop, but he had already guessed that Wai Zai's group of workers were upset.

They even took into account the "weakest link" effect in the machine.