Seeing Ruan Xianxian's gloomy face, Mu Xia raised an eyebrow and said something unrelated to the topic: "Want an oil press?"

She explained, "I've been staying at the agricultural machinery factory for the past few days to follow up on the progress of the chick incubator. I've gotten to know some people at the factory and learned some inside information."

Two oil presses at the oil mill broke down, and they called someone to repair them. The agricultural machinery factory suggested replacing all three, so should we keep the three that were supposed to be scrapped?

Ruan Xianxian hit the nail on the head: "You can fix it."

In her area of ​​expertise, Mu Xia made no attempt at modesty, stating, "I can repair it."

She shared her thoughts: "With the advent of chick incubators, we can open a farm, and with an oil press, the oil residue can be used to feed livestock."

Nowadays, all factories are state-owned and individuals are not allowed to operate them. Since Mu Xia transmigrated to the countryside, she has received a lot of kindness from the brigade, and she wants to do something for the brigade.

It's not entirely for others; it's more about seeking benefits for ourselves and others. It's alright in the city, but if we go back to the countryside to earn a living, we still have to work in the fields.

She didn't want to leave this place for another day.

He raised his head and said something profound: "Do you think that in a few years, state-owned factories might suddenly be privatized?"

Chen Zhaodi didn't understand, but she believed Ruan Xianxian would.

Ruan Xianxian did understand. Indeed, in a few years, many state-owned enterprises will be transformed into private enterprises. It's like a pie falling from the sky, a factory falling from the sky, and the factory manager becoming rich overnight.

"You want to open an oil pressing and livestock farm in the village and be the factory manager yourself?"

Mu Xia shook her finger: "Being a factory manager is too much work, I just want a sinecure."

Sure enough, it's still the same old salted fish.

"Don't look at me!" Mu Xia laughed. "Don't you guys want to?"

The two women nodded honestly.

Ruan Xianxian stroked her chin: "I always feel unwilling to do something for someone else's benefit. Let me think about this."

She recalled a model called "affiliation," where the farm was affiliated with the production brigade to provide jobs for the villagers, but the actual power still rested with them.

Mu Xia could tell from her darting eyes that this girl was up to no good. "Ruan Xiaoxian, are you short of manpower or money? Do you really want to be a lawless outlaw?"

"To be honest, we are short of everything."

Ruan Xianxian didn't necessarily want to be a lawless outlaw, but thinking about the humiliation she felt in the educated youth settlement in her previous life, she felt somewhat resentful.

Apart from the village chief's faction, most people in the team are good.

At worst, if you ignored her in your past life, you can't stand on your own two feet, so you can't blame others for not lending a helping hand.

Putting everything else aside, if an educated youth only earned points per head, the villagers in other brigades would have made a fuss long ago. But in Pingtou Village, with Xiang Hongjun keeping things under control, the villagers at most made a few sarcastic remarks, but no one ever made things difficult for them.

She clicked her tongue: "Fine! You decide what you do. I only have one request."

A cold glint flashed in his eyes: "The village chief's faction and the educated youth settlement are not allowed to participate."

Mu Xia also disliked the village chief's faction, and shrugged, having no objection.

Anyway, I'll do whatever makes her not farm or work!

"Go downstairs and call the captain later; they're waiting for a reply," Mu Xia said, a shrewd glint in her eyes.

"Now that there are no patents, are we just supposed to hand over my chick incubator and your winter clothing? What if we had our own factory behind us..."

Ruan Xianxian suddenly realized, "That's it! It's the brand effect. From now on, you'll see Xianxian down jackets and Xianxian chick incubators everywhere you go on the street..."

Hehehe!

Seeing this guy's lewd smile, Mu Xia could roughly guess what she was thinking. She rubbed her temples and said, "The brand can't be called Xianxian, it's too tacky!"

Ruan Xianxian's eyes widened. Her name was being looked down upon for being old-fashioned? Who was so blind?

She completely understood Mu Xia's meaning: since she couldn't stay idle now, why not lay the foundation for the future?

She truly is a leading lady! She has a long-term vision.

Unlike her, all she thinks about is money!

"Alright! Our idea is so good, but the captain might not support it. Let's finalize things first and then proceed slowly."

Ruan Xianxian revealed a crooked, dragon-king-like smile, her eyes containing three parts mockery, four parts indifference, and six parts nonchalance:

"He's just Lao Xiang, he can't escape my grasp!"

Downstairs, with many people watching, the three women went to the manager to borrow the telephone in the conference room. As soon as the door opened, Jia Yongjun shouted:

"What do you call this? Walking right into a trap?"

Ruan Xianxian ignored him completely, picked up the phone and dialed the brigade. The brigade accountant answered the phone and told her to look for Xiang Hongjun and call back in 15 minutes.

"Wait, wait, wait! Is this Accountant Sun? This is extremely urgent and a matter of life and death. Please notify the captain as quickly as possible. I will call back in five minutes."

Five minutes later, when the phone was dialed again, the captain's breathless voice came from the other end: "Xianxian! What's happened?"

Hearing him panting heavily, Ruan Xianxian said excitedly, "Captain! Now there is a golden opportunity."

Through my tireless efforts, I've secured three oil presses for our village, machines that will bring us prosperity. Now, go to the county town, buy a train ticket, and come to the provincial capital in person.

"What?" Xiang Hongjun on the other end of the phone was dumbfounded: "What oil press? Explain yourself clearly."

Ruan Xianxian launched into a long, detailed explanation of the benefits of introducing the oil press machine to the village:

"Yes! Let's open a factory."

Not only can they earn an extra income, but villagers can also become respectable workers. Isn't earning a wage better than farming?

What? What kind of oil are you asking about? And who will you sell it to?

"We're not major soybean growers in our village, so don't you trust me with sales channels?"

The flat-headed brigade leader, standing next to the telephone, was breathing slightly rapidly. He had already come up with a thousand plans for oil extraction in his mind. Upon hearing this, he almost fell over.

He couldn't help but roar, "You're the one I worry about the most, okay?"

Ruan Xianxian held the phone further away and coughed lightly at Chen Zhaodi: "Zhaodi, do you want to tell our brigade leader about the great achievements I have made since I came to the provincial capital?"

"Fine! Say what you want to say."

The bewildered Chen Zhaodi reacted quickly and soon realized that Xianxian wanted her to set up a stage for her!

He answered the phone and greeted the captain: "Captain! You don't know, our educated youth Ruan solved a big problem for the province on the second day after arriving in the city."

He led the textile factory to manufacture a type of warm clothing that even foreign guests sought after, and the first order was for 100,000 pieces.

He then added, "One hundred thousand US dollars!"

Hearing the coughing sound of someone choking on saliva on the other end of the phone, Chen Zhaodi laughed and feigned a sigh:

"If it weren't for the urgent need to improve the village's welfare, Ruan Zhiqing would still have a $500,000 order waiting to be signed."

"Captain, you don't know, even though we're in the provincial capital, Xianxian's heart is still full of you and our Flathead Brigade."

"Hey! Why are you saying all this?" Ruan Xianxian said seriously as she took the phone.

"Captain, there are a lot of people eyeing those three oil presses. You need to give me a definite answer: do you want them or not? If you don't, many people will fight tooth and nail for them."

If it weren't for my own small contribution, how could this good thing have come to our doorstep?

What? You said you'd buy the ticket now and arrive by tomorrow at the latest…