Zhang Hongcheng feels that he is sometimes too ambitious.
The issue of the shirt hasn't been resolved yet, and he has already set his sights on something else.
He took the practice of idleness to the extreme.
Luo Qin stopped him several times, wanting him to consider the issue of the 100% vacant rooms in the guesthouse, but Zhang Hongcheng simply couldn't spare any brainpower to think about it.
His mind was now filled with the images of the broken wood in the warehouse of the labor supplies factory.
In addition to cloth, the raw materials used by the labor supplies factory also include various types of wood collected from all over Shanghai.
No matter whether it is square or thick, old or expensive, it will be cut into a round shape and used as a broom or mop handle.
He didn't bother to be polite with Zhong Fuqiang and took the staff of the guesthouse to drag away a lot of various kinds of wood from the warehouse.
The warehouse keeper on Zhong Fuqiang's side didn't even weigh the goods, and he just assumed that the amount they took wasn't too much more than what they took.
Of course, the warehouse manager also discovered a characteristic of the employees of the Corps Guesthouse: they all used the same kind of long poles of wood.
Anything shorter than 1.8 meters will not be accepted.
When Zhang Hongcheng led the employees away with the wood, the administrator touched his head in confusion.
"What on earth are these educated youth stationed in Shanghai thinking? What are they doing with a bunch of elm wood poles?"
"Most of them are pretty girls. You can't just cut them into sticks and use them for fighting, right?"
Euphrasia officinalis, also known as white ash in Chinese.
Before the Republic of China, this thing was a good material used by the people to make spears and sticks.
Commonly known as "white wax stick".
In the past, many families in Shanghai also used ash furniture - there are many such remnants in the warehouse of the labor supplies factory.
Zhang Hongcheng and his employees all love peace.
The ash rod is naturally not used to make a red tassel spear or something like that.
In the small guesthouse workshop, Master Song and Master Chen were working as carpenters, turning wood with a borrowed small lathe.
Zhang Hongcheng also got some tung oil and other things from the machinery factory, and some customized small metal lumps that sparkled under the light.
The craftsmen at the old kiln have good skills, so it is not a big problem for them to do temporary carpentry work.
Looking at the slender, sparkling white wax sticks gradually emerging from the furnace in front of him, Zhang Hongcheng's eyes once again flashed with golden light.
Before the finished product was even completed, everyone in the guesthouse knew that their director was going to make a fortune again.
As a guesthouse that has hosted foreign guests several times, the employees are all familiar with this thing that is not very popular in China - the billiard cue.
This is a kind of equipment that is consumed in large quantities by foreign trade companies.
Foreigners are different from Chinese people. They rarely conduct business negotiations at the dinner table. Instead, they are accustomed to doing so on the golf course or next to the billiard table.
"It's true that there's a slight difference between this and the genuine products from the foreign trade companies," Zhang Hongcheng said, picking up a roasted rod to test the feel. "But it still feels pretty good."
Old Song proudly pointed at the greasy coating on the pole and boasted about it.
"I gave this rod a glossy finish, but it's a secret only found in the kiln. Foreigners' rods are just like that."
"Yeah," Zhang Hongcheng nodded with a smile.
With Master Song's words in mind, he had a clear idea in his mind - he had to ask for a high price.
The foreign trade company invited foreigners to play golf, and they always complained that their clubs broke too quickly.
He had heard about the origin of these golf clubs when he was chatting with Miao Jiaxin.
They are all specially produced by sporting goods factories and are exact one-to-one copies of foreign products.
The cost is a bit scary.
Zhang Hongcheng believes that independently innovated products are the best because they are cheap.
Several male educated youth volunteered to take on the task of driving the golf clubs.
Boys all love the feeling of turning wood.
Because I am a novice, for every qualified billiard cue produced by the car, three to four unqualified ones have to be scrapped.
Zhang Hongcheng asked them to carve out 500 poles first, and repeatedly emphasized: When Master Song is mixing the paint, no one is allowed to ask too many questions or peek.
In fact, it’s no wonder that Miao Jiaxin and his group felt distressed when they saw the golf clubs being used so quickly.
The golf clubs produced in small batches by sporting goods factories in full accordance with foreign standards are too expensive, nearly eight yuan each (while those used by domestic activity rooms themselves are very cheap).
Zhang Hongcheng decided to wait until those foreign trade companies took the bait and then sell them the juice for at least four or three yuan each.
There is no need to worry about materials for subsequent production and training. There are plenty of them in the warehouse of Zhong Fuqiang Factory, and you can buy a lot of them for just a few dollars.
Miao Jiaxin considers himself a table tennis expert.
At least in the country his level should be considered good.
After all, not many people have the conditions to play billiards these days.
He met Zhang Hongcheng again at a dinner party at Oriental Foreign Affairs. No one knew who mentioned it first, but the two of them and several others went to the activity room of Oriental Foreign Affairs to play a few games of billiards.
Zhang Hongcheng's table tennis skills...are even better than his computer game skills in high school.
Before he wore it, Zhang Hongcheng's uncle's family opened a gym, and he went there to work during every winter and summer vacation. He was always in charge of the billiard area.
In short, his aunt fired him three times because Zhang Hongcheng played a few games with the guests.
How can a waiter make a customer unhappy?
It would be fine if I could just win one game, but in the end, they spent money to play for several days and didn’t win a single game...
If it wasn't confirmed that Zhang Hongcheng was her own nephew, his aunt would almost suspect that this guy was sent by a colleague to cause trouble.
Zhang Hongcheng has good skills and plays all over the court.
Miao Jiaxin and Yang Tonghai were defeated by him one after another.
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