Rebirth in the 80s: From street stalls to the spotlight of domestic products

The past week has been peaceful and peaceful.

Li Li, who was lying on the hospital bed, gradually recovered. Under Wang Muzhi's dissuasion, he resolutely left the hospital and continued working. In his words, he couldn't just eat for nothing.

Wang Muzhi had no choice but to let him take charge of the daily accounts, which he could do just by sitting down.

"Li Li, this is mutton specially prepared for you to replenish your qi and blood."

"No, Brother Mu, I also want to eat mutton."

The monkey looked at it greedily. Just as he was about to go up and grab a piece, Wang Muzhi knocked it off with his hand.

"Go, go, you didn't eat the ribs last night. Let Li Li replenish his body more. This kid has lost so much blood and his vitality has been damaged."

"Don't worry, Brother Mu, I know."

Monkey said, but in the blink of an eye he leaned over with a smile.

Wang Muzhi was too lazy to take care of it and started to pack up the store, record what needed to be replenished, and notify Hou Xiaoyu in the city as soon as possible.

But the business in the city is also very good.

The biggest problem now is production.

In the past, commodity production could still rely on labor in the village, but as Huibao brand cosmetics have gained more and more support from people, relying solely on hand-made products by villagers has gradually been unable to meet demand.

If this continues, we can only fall into a vicious cycle.

How to expand production?

Just as Wang Muzhi was deep in thought, an acquaintance suddenly appeared outside the door.

"Muzhi."

Jiang Changge walked in with a smile on his face.

"Changge, you finally showed up. You haven't seen anyone for a whole week. I thought you were in solitary confinement, and I didn't dare to come and disturb you."

Wang Muzhi greeted him enthusiastically.

Jiang Changge didn't appear during this period, and he was always thinking about him in his heart.

But soon Wang Muzhi discovered the army. After a week without seeing him, Jiang Changge felt like a different person to him.

The carefree look he had before suddenly disappeared.

"There was something going on at home, and it was just sorted out recently."

"Let's go, it's dinner time, let's chat while we eat."

Wang Muzhi took Jiang Changge to Fengze Garden and ordered a table of dishes.

When the food came, Jiang Changge was a little dazed with his chopsticks.

"Eat, what are you waiting for?"

"Muzhi, I remember these were the dishes we ate when we first met."

"No, at that time you still suspected that I was a magician."

"If it weren't for you, the 'magic stick', maybe the grass on my grave would have grown."

"Hey, what's wrong with you today? I've never heard you speak in this tone before?"

Wang Muzhi had actually guessed a thing or two.

According to the timeline of the previous life, the most promising young man of the Jiang family had died heroically.

No wonder Jiang Changge is in such a state.

"It's nothing, I just encountered something recently and I'm in a bad mood."

"A toast."

"Dry."

Jiang Changge didn't know why. Although he had many friends and childhood friends in Yanjing, he was most relaxed only when he was sitting with Wang Muzhi, chatting and drinking.

Taking advantage of this relaxation, Jiang Changge poured himself wine, and his eyes turned red soon.

"Muzhi, let's have a drink. I want to thank you for giving us the clue about the traditional Chinese medicine doctor in the Jiang family. I have to say that the old man is really amazing. After a few injections, my sister-in-law at least has the appetite to eat. Plus last time Regarding Zhou Liqun, you are simply the lucky star of our Jiang family!"

"I also encountered it. Since it works, that's great. I'm really afraid that your third uncle is looking for you."

"Do you feel a sense of oppression when facing my third uncle?" Jiang Changge couldn't help but smile.

"That's right, your third uncle is a decisive and decisive person at first glance."

"Of course, we juniors from the Jiang family can have some mischief in front of others, but when my third uncle comes forward, everyone must stand still. Even Jiang Changxing also stands still and listens to the instructions. His words definitely carry weight."

"It seems that you have been punished a lot."

"Forget it, we juniors have to be taken to the field for training for a month every year. In my father's words, if there is a war, our Jiang family must be the first to rush to the front!"

Wang Muzhi gave a thumbs up sincerely.

"I'm a little busy at home these days. When this time is over, you must come back to eat at home."

"Let's not talk about this for now, what are your plans next?" Wang Muzhi replaced the white wine with boiling water and handed it to Jiang Changge, suggesting: "How about you come over and manage like Hua Feng first and gain some experience."

Jiang Changge waved his hands repeatedly.

"I'm afraid not. I've thought about it clearly these days. I'm already quite old. It's okay to wander around here and there every day. I'm going to do something practical."

"If you need me, just ask."

"That's really why I came here today. We have a tire factory that's half dead. My dad asked me to go over and exercise. What do you think I should do, Mu Zhi?"

Tire factory?

Wang Muzhi instantly fell into memories.

In his previous life, Jiang Changge took over a tire factory, and later provoked an enemy and was plotted to death at a young age.

That's right, Wang Muzhi's direct assessment of Jiang Changge's death was a conspiracy.

He's seen it all too often.

"Hey, Mu Zhi, why don't you say anything? Don't you think highly of me?"

"What is the specific situation of the tire factory your family asked you to take over?"

"This factory used to be my sister-in-law's, but since my sister-in-law became ill, she no longer takes care of it. The other people in the family don't know how to manage it, so they just run it like this. It's probably not even as good as Feng Gang's leather factory. It’s already rotten inside.”

"If you don't care for so long, why don't the workers in the tire factory make a fuss?"

"Who knows, anyway, nothing happened for such a long time." Jiang Changge shrugged: "Muzhi, what do you mean by my dad?"

"According to my inference, even you can guess that the factory is in ruins, and the actual situation may be worse than we imagined. Because this factory belongs to your sister-in-law, your father and other elders are too embarrassed to take over, not to mention They are in a high position and it would be beneath their dignity to do something like this.”

Jiang Changge nodded thoughtfully and continued to listen carefully.

"It's like the tire factory has become a cancer on your Jiang family. The purpose of letting you go is to see if it can be cured. Otherwise, we will just cut it off."

After listening to Wang Muzhi's analysis, Jiang Changge nodded thoughtfully.

It fits perfectly and makes sense.

"Okay, if you analyze it for me, I'll have a good idea. But in my opinion, it's better to just cut it all to save trouble. It's been two years, and this factory has been losing money, and it's still asking for this and that under the banner of our Jiang family. "

Putting down the wine glasses, the two said goodbye.

Looking at Jiang Changge's leaving figure, Wang Muzhi still swallowed the words that came to his lips.

Sometimes talking too much can turn people off.

On the other side, Shao Huafeng has not been here for several days.