Huo Junshan seemed somewhat embarrassed: "Director Wang, you've asked me to produce so much all at once, I..."

He had over a thousand cans of food at home, but he didn't want to give them to him so easily!

It's about making her owe him a favor.

Factory Director Wang knew he was asking too much, but he still didn't want to give up.

"Xiao Huo, please help me get through this difficult time. Consider it a favor I owe you. Otherwise, my job as factory manager is over."

His wife sold her business in several factories.

Even the family members of the leaders he knew bought them!

These are all big shots, and he's just a small factory manager. If there's no stock...

He can't afford to offend so many people.

He's done his job.

Since he had said that, Huo Junshan could only nod and say, "Then I'll do my best!"

Factory Director Wang immediately wrote down many addresses for him, detailing where to find whom to get a few bottles.

How could a factory manager like him have time to deliver goods?

Not to mention his wife and brother-in-law, he was too angry to deal with them.

They certainly wouldn't send just two people.

They were afraid that they would offend someone.

This was the opportunity Huo Junshan wanted.

Factory Director Wang took out five hundred yuan from his pocket: "Xiao Huo, this is all I have right now. I'll borrow it for the next couple of days. Could you help me deliver it to these few places?"

As he spoke, he scribbled down the addresses of several companies on the paper.

Huo Junshan nodded: "Okay, no problem! I'll send these over this afternoon."