The doomsday gangster travels back to the 70s to be an educated youth in the countryside

The crux of Nanping Village is the number of places. Now that they have figured it out, everything else is easy to talk about.

"Then, let's see, when will this contract be signed?" Ma Cunji asked Ai Ai for a long time, and he still had to convince the old man when he returned, hoping that he could figure it out.

"Originally Nanping Village and Dongguo Village had the same price, but Dongguo Village stuck to its word and would not be moved by the sudden appearance of a big boss, but your village has reversed its promise. The prices in the two villages must be different."

There was nothing wrong with Tang Jihai's words. Dongguo Village offered to be friendly, but Nanping Village backed down. The prices in the last two villages were the same.

Isn't that the pirated version of Crying Children with Candy?
He is doing business, not their parents.

"The price is acceptable to sign the contract tomorrow, go back and think about it, don't wait this time." Tang Jihai also gave an ultimatum.

The land in Nanping Village is indeed geographically superior, but it doesn't have to be, the big deal is that the factory will continue to expand eastward.

Village head Ma and the village party secretary went back. Just after dinner, a siren sounded suddenly.

Hearing the sound, he was right at the factory gate, and the security guard at the gate brought two young men with greasy hair and flour noodles into the factory, causing the workers who hadn't left to stop and watch.

Tang Jihai and others came out of the office one after another, and immediately frowned when they saw people. The security awareness of the security guards was so poor that they were all led into the factory by themselves.

I have to remind Zhang Xiaoyu in the future, except for factory workers and idlers, no one can enter the factory casually.

Zhang Xiaoyu was wronged, he has only been here for less than half a month!

But it really should be emphasized, what's wrong with driving a car, can you be brought in without asking why?
"Who is Tang Jihai, Director of Tang?" One of the young men with greasy hair and pink noodles glanced at Tang Jihai and his face, and said with a smile, "Something great has happened to him."

"Hello, I'm Tang Jihai, may I ask who you are?"

"Go into the house first, enter the house, it's too cold outside." As he spoke, he and his companion passed the crowd and entered the house first.

Xie Cheng and the others turned cold on the spot, and entered the house without waiting for the host to be at peace, which is too disrespectful.

"You'll know if it's a mule or a horse that slipped out." Tang Jihai patted Xie Cheng on the shoulder and comforted everyone: "Go, go into the house."

As soon as he entered the room, he was even angrier. The one who spoke just now was sitting in Tang Jihai's seat, with his legs raised up on the desk!
"Please put your legs down!" Xie Cheng stared at the man with a gloomy expression while suppressing his anger.

The man raised his head unswervingly, and was about to push Xie Cheng back when the companion next to him touched him, signaling him to look at the people around him.

I don't know if I don't look at it. I was startled when I saw it. Several people around me stared at him. It was like he was in a pack of wolves. If he moved, his neck would be bitten through.

The companion smiled to smooth things over: "My friend likes to do things in an eclectic manner, which makes you laugh."

Xie Cheng didn't agree with him, "Please get up and open, this is our factory manager's desk."

This time the companion's expression was not very good either, the sitting one's expression darkened, then recovered after a while, stood up and said, "Let's get to know each other first."

He didn't believe that when they heard about their identities, they would still be able to boss them around like this.

Surrounded by the crowd, Tang Jihai sat down on the seat, raised his eyelids and smiled softly: "Oh? I would like to hear more about it."

The man raised his chin and said proudly: "Cai Jiaming, have you heard of it? That's my father."

After finishing speaking, he looked at the crowd proudly, with a blunt expression on his face, and he almost said directly: How is it?Are you afraid?
Thank them: "...Cai Jiaming? Who is it?"

"You don't even know who my father is, why are you still running an oil factory?" The corner of the father's mouth twitched, with an expression of disbelief.

"Fukang, it's normal for them not to know. People's vision needs to be cultivated." After finishing speaking, the companion introduced himself, "I am Cai Fukang's friend Jiang Wei."

His god damn vision, Tang Jihai folded his hands in front of him, and asked, "And then?"

Cai Fukang: "......? Didn't you hear? I said my father is Cai Jiaming!"

"I heard you, don't need to be so loud." Tang Jihai dazzled his ears, "Your father is Cai Jiaming, so what?"

It has something to do with them, Xie Cheng and the others don't even know who Cai Jiaming is.

But if he didn't use a certain sound before the end of the world, he just happened to use it, and he might not know who Cai Jiaming is.

"Your edible oil factory was transferred to me, and the price is easy to negotiate." Cai Fukang said with an expression that he was not short of money. "My father is the king of edible oil production in Xiangjiang, and the factory he opened is several times that of yours."

"You..." When the other people heard that they were asked to transfer the factory, they rolled up their sleeves and wanted to fuck him. Their expressions changed in fright, "What are you going to do?"

The two of them, if they fight, they will be beaten. It's a miscalculation. They should bring more people over!
Xie Chengshi came here before the factory was built, so his feelings towards this factory are naturally different, and the locals like Liu Laoqi are even more so.

There is a factory in front of my house, I am a worker, and the boss knows everything about it. They also devote themselves to the factory as a career, but what did they hear?
Transfer factory!

An acquaintance with a kind boss, and a young boss with no hair at all, definitely choose the former.

"See off the guests." Tang Jihai was too lazy to waste time with them, "Walk slowly and don't see them off."

Cai Fukang and Jiang Wei left with livid faces, and said before going out, "I have written down the way Director Tang treats guests."

The two left, and they were the only ones left in the house.

Everyone was still aggrieved, "Why does anyone dare to make trouble?"

"This man relies on having a good father, so what's so great about having two dollars?"

Tang Jihai smiled, "Having a good father really saves trouble."

Pushing his glasses, Wu Ren analyzed, "Maybe these two people are just pawns, and those who really want the factory are behind."

Their current factory is just a grassroots team, no matter in management or other aspects, many areas need to be improved.

But the grass team belongs to the grass team, they are well selected in this industry.

Grain and oil are necessities in daily life, but the market is so huge that there are no competitors at all.

As long as the technology and management can keep up, the profits created will be very considerable, otherwise it will not attract people who want to pick peaches.

This small broken factory has attracted people, and when the new factory is completed, more people will see its advantages, maybe it will attract bigger predators.

Still not strong enough.

"Continue to investigate and see who these two people are in contact with. Why did they fall in love with our factory for no reason?" Tang Jihai looked at Wu Ren again, "We must communicate well with the tax and the government and keep in touch."

After speaking, they disbanded, and Tang Jihai called Tang Mengnan again.

"Hello? Ji Hai?"

"Brother, it's me." Tang Jihai briefly explained the matter and asked, "Can the veterans come earlier?"

Those two young men were not to be feared, but that Cai Fukang was a bit stupid. This kind of person is stupid and easy to be used as a gun.