Lin Yifeng could even go to Yiwu and purchase a large number of small commodities there to decorate Pang Donglai Supermarket.

"The goods are not a problem."

"So the biggest problem is still... the location of the shopping mall."

"It's time to go and talk to them in person and see if I can get the factory I've been eyeing for so long."

Lin Yifeng put the ballpoint pen in his pocket, packed his notebook, and decided to try to find the factory manager to see if he could take over the factory building.

If we can win it.

Then Pang Donglai will have everything it needs.

...

The factory building that Lin Yifeng had his eye on belonged to Factory 134.

Factory 134 was a textile factory that produced various textiles.

In the 1970s and 80s, textile factory workers were all outstanding individuals, especially the female textile factory workers. Back then, they would go to work with their heads held high and faces full of pride.

Workers in the 1970s and 80s were among the best in the country in terms of their spirit; their work inspired everyone, and their income was incomparable to that of rural people.

Even now, many rural people still envy factory workers.

Unlike the Makino City Meat Processing Plant, which had been in arrears with its employees' wages, causing dissatisfaction among many employees, Plant 134 was different.

Although Factory 134 was in poor performance and wages had been reduced again and again, it was still a state-owned enterprise and had not yet been converted into a private enterprise. The wages of the factory were paid on time, although the employees' income was much less than before.

But they still habitually tilt their heads back when going to and from get off work!

Lin Yifeng came to Factory 134 alone today. Unlike Shuanghui, who went to Yinyang City a few months ago, Lin Yifeng came this time as the owner of Wallace and Mixue Ice Cream.

Identity is very important.

If Lin Yifeng hadn't revealed that he was the owner of Wallace and Mixue Ice Cream, he probably wouldn't have even been able to meet the director of Factory 134.

But now, Lin Yifeng got out of the van, said something to the gatekeeper of Factory 134, and the gatekeeper quickly led Lin Yifeng into Factory 134.

The director of Factory 134 was a rather thin middle-aged man.

He had a full head of black hair, deep wrinkles on his face, and wore a plaid short-sleeved shirt, but his eyes were piercing, and one could tell at a glance that he had been in a high position for many years.

"What a young hero!"

"I never imagined that the owners of Wallace and Mixue Ice Cream, which are so popular in our Muye City, would be so young."

Upon seeing Lin Yifeng, the factory director of Factory 134 immediately stood up from his chair and reached out his hand to Lin Yifeng from a distance.

Let's set aside the question of the character of the director of Factory 134.

Lin Yifeng felt very comfortable just from his attitude.

"Factory manager, you flatter me."

Lin Yifeng smiled and placed the gifts he was carrying on the factory manager's office desk.

In those days, gift-giving wasn't as secretive as it is in later generations. Lin Yifeng simply placed the gift on the table openly, and the director of Factory 134 was used to it. He didn't even close the office door.

After chatting casually with the factory director of Factory 134 for a while, Lin Yifeng finally revealed his purpose: "Director, I heard that your factory's performance has not been very good recently, and you want to sell that three-story factory building over there?"

Lin Yifeng pointed to the three-story factory building he had his eye on. Currently, Pang Donglai is preparing for its opening, and this factory building is of paramount importance.

If they can't secure the factory building, Pang Donglai's opening will have to be temporarily postponed.

Seeing Lin Yifeng pointing at the factory building, the director of Factory 134 sighed heavily and nodded, saying, "Yes!"

"The factory's performance is terrible right now. The emergence of many private textile factories is severely impacting state-owned enterprises like ours. Life is really tough these days!"

"The factory is not doing well, and the workers' wages have been reduced again and again. As the factory manager, it pains me to see this!"

The factory director of Factory 134 began to wail and complain in front of Lin Yifeng, who simply watched the director's performance with a faint smile on his face.

Are you heartbroken that the factory isn't doing well?

You're probably upset that you're making less money.

To be honest...

The fact that a factory leader is corrupt is hardly news.

If even a Shaolin Temple abbot could indulge in wealth and women in later generations, what else is impossible?

No one can withstand investigation.

Can many officials, factory leaders, or even those with a little power in later generations say they can withstand 100% of the investigation?

Lin Yifeng ignored the factory director's tearful complaints.

The factory manager is probably just crying and complaining here because he wants more money.

As expected.

After talking at length about the factory's poor performance and low employee compensation, the factory director of Factory 134 finally brought up the issue of the factory building.

He took a sip of his tea before saying, "This factory building is in a very good location. At least ten people have already come to me to inquire about it."

"Originally, I wanted to auction off this factory building, with the highest bidder winning."

"but..."

The director of Factory 134 took a small sip of tea, a slight smile appearing on his face.

"But for various reasons, our factory cannot auction off this factory building, as it is related to the reputation of our Factory No. 134."

"Therefore, for now, I can only communicate with you privately to see how much you are willing to spend to acquire this factory building."

The factory director of Factory 134 gave Lin Yifeng a knowing look.

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