Zhang Fan listened attentively, seemingly intrigued, and asked, "Ordering system? Boss, could you explain in more detail?"

Tang Ping repeated himself, explaining in detail the later versions of Meituan Waimai and Ele.me, even revealing their web pages.

"Later on, we can add services from merchants such as grocery shopping, local tours, hotel bookings, and foot massages. Our software platform is essentially a comprehensive service platform, actually comprising three programs: one for customers (consumers), one for merchants, and one for food delivery sites. We only provide services, not transactions. Do you think it's feasible to develop?" Tang Ping asked.

Zhang Fan fell into thought, and after a while said, "It should be fine, but the data of these programs needs to be connected, which involves a lot of data docking. In addition, the more detailed the functions, the more intelligent the system, and the higher the development cost. Boss, give me some time."

Professionals are indeed professionals; they make sense as soon as you explain it.

Tang Ping was very excited and said, "Well, no rush. You first develop a program for online ordering, and we'll gradually add more later. Don't worry about the cost; just ask me for it. If you really succeed, I'll give you a bonus."

"Boss, I definitely won't waste your money."

Zhang Fan is a talented person, and Tang Ping certainly won't waste his potential. Letting him develop a food delivery app is also an experiment. Food delivery isn't booming yet, but with economic development and improved living standards, the industry is poised for great success.

With the internet cafe business picking up, Tang Ping finally had the time and energy to focus on the factory.

Having just taken over Lao Sheng's internet cafe, Tang Ping was truly out of cash, so he had no choice but to approach Director Zhang again.

"Mr. Tang, Wu Kun mentioned you to me, saying you're a righteous person and a friend worth having. To be honest, you already have a million-dollar loan, so you definitely can't take out another loan in your personal name. However, since you're going to build a factory, it's still possible to do so in the name of the factory," Director Zhang said candidly after hearing Tang Ping's purpose.

Tang Ping said gratefully, "Then thank you very much, Director Zhang. I've already booked a private room for Bai Jinhan tonight, and I've also invited Manager Sun."

Director Zhang said, "Hey, don't thank me yet. I can't make the decision on the corporate loan by myself; it also needs the bank manager's approval. I'll call the bank manager over tonight, and he should be able to help you solve some employment problems for employees of state-owned factories."

"Employment of state-owned factory workers? What's going on?" Tang Ping asked.

"It's our old Jinghai Pharmaceutical Factory. The factory has been losing money for several years in a row. Last year, the factory director, several workshop directors, and the accountant all ran away with the money, leaving a bunch of workers without wages and employment difficulties. Now the district is assigning tasks, and our branch has been assigned to solve this hot potato of the old pharmaceutical factory," Director Zhang said.

Tang Ping thought for a moment and said, "Anyway, I need workers to build my soap factory. As long as the conditions aren't too outrageous, I can take over these workers."

"That's good. That's what I was thinking too. You can rest assured about the quality of these workers. The workers at our Jinghai Old Pharmaceutical Factory are all skilled workers in the workshop, and there are also many engineers and experienced pharmaceutical masters. Hey, in that sense, this will be quite helpful to your soap factory."

The Tangping factory was already set up; all that was missing were the production line and technical personnel.

The pharmaceutical factory's technology, processes, and engineers share many similarities with soap making, which essentially solved Tang Ping's problem of recruiting employees.

At night, it was still at the most luxurious entertainment venue in Jinghai, Bai Jinhan.

Tang Ping not only invited Director Zhang and the branch manager, but also Manager Sun.

Manager Sun was quite pleased with this, as it showed that Tang Ping was a man who hadn't forgotten his roots and hadn't forgotten that it was he who had introduced Director Zhang.

But actually, Tang Ping wasn't being nostalgic; he was just not used to this kind of occasion. Inviting Manager Sun along would help him keep the drinks company, saving him a lot of trouble.

The drinking session went very well, and the branch manager readily agreed to the loan, on the condition that Tang Ping must provide employment for 80% of the employees of the old Jinghai Pharmaceutical Factory.

Tang Ping naturally agreed.

As the entertainment progressed, things became a bit inappropriate for children. The branch manager was seen with his arms around two hostesses, his hands even reaching inside their clothes.

Knowing the procedures ahead, Tang Ping wisely made an excuse to leave and went to pay the bill.

After spending tens of thousands more, Tang Ping couldn't help but sigh inwardly. These entertainment venues are truly money pits. If he had known, he should have opened a KTV himself.

After paying the bill, Tang Ping was about to leave when Xu Jiang came down the stairs and waved from afar, saying, "Hey, Tang, what's Tang again?"

Tang Ping didn't mind and greeted him with a smile, "Tang Ping, hello Mr. Xu."

Xu Jiang slowly walked down to Tang Ping, stared at him from head to toe for a long time, and then said with a smile, "Yes, Tang Ping. I heard you've been getting quite close to Gao Qiqiang lately. I have a question for you: is my son Xu Lei's death related to you?"

Tang Ping remained calm and said, "Mr. Xu, you must be joking. Gao Qiqiang and I are neighbors, we see each other all the time, so it's normal that we're familiar with each other. But what happened to Mr. Xu has nothing to do with me. In Jinghai, who would dare to lay a hand on Mr. Xu? Wouldn't that be asking for trouble?"

Xu Jiang put his arm around Tang Ping's shoulder and nodded, saying, "You're right, but someone still made a move. What should I do?"

"Mr. Xu, please accept my condolences. Actually..."

Tang Ping hesitated for a moment. He wanted to explain for Gao Qiqiang, but he was afraid that if he said it, it would only make things worse.

Even Xu Jiang himself had doubts, let alone Gao Qiqiang?

It seems Xu Jiang has an inside source who knows everything about the time he helped Anxin infiltrate.

With tears welling in his eyes, Xu Jiang suddenly wiped his nose and shouted, "Talking nonsense is useless. Tell others to grieve. I only had one son, and you killed him. If I, Xu Jiang, don't kill his whole family, am I still a human being? Do I still deserve to be a father?"

"Listen up, everyone! If you catch the murderer who killed my son, I'll give him a million dollars!"

"Yes, boss!"

Xu Jiang had a group of thugs, all dressed in black suits and uniforms, who looked menacing and imposing.

At this time, Xu Jiang was indeed full of vigor and had the right to be arrogant and conceited.

But perhaps it was because of his son Xu Lei that Xu Jiang gradually embarked on a path of madness.

Watching Xu Jiang and his group of men leave, Tang Ping fell into deep thought.

Something big is about to happen in Jinghai.

Xu Jiang's anger stirred up a storm; for every death, there is a rise.

This is just as Gao Qiqiang said:

The bigger the waves, the more expensive the fish.