Fu Song asked, "By the way, last time you called me, you said there was a problem with the production of the Cuncaoxin Plaster. What was the reason?"
Hearing this, Zhang Heye's expression instantly became gloomy.
She stood up and sighed: "You'll know if you come with me."
Chunhui Pharmaceutical Factory is 400 meters west of Maoping Village. There is a provincial road leading to Jingzhou, and transportation is relatively convenient.
The current Chunhui Pharmaceutical Factory only has one factory building, and villagers come in and out from time to time.
When they saw Fu Song and Zhang Heye, everyone greeted them with a smile.
Fu Song also nodded in response.
Suddenly, an irritable male voice came from the factory: "What are you two doing for a living?
I've told you so many times that the scorpion must be crushed into powder. Do you understand?
But what about you? Look at these scales, they're bigger than your fingernail. If you eat them, they'll get stuck in your throat, you know?
Boss Fu pays you 5,200 yuan a month, is this how you guys get away with it?
All rework!"
Fu Song walked over and saw a middle-aged man yelling at two young men.
“Also, everyone must wear gloves while working.
Especially when stirring the plaster, it is strictly forbidden to step in, and smoking is not allowed.
Liu Dazhu, what are you laughing at? I'm talking about you!
This is a high-end product, do you think it's made into sauerkraut?"
Fu Song asked Zhang Heye: "Who is this person?"
Zhang Heye looked puzzled: "Who else could it be? Lu Jingguo!"
"Lu Jingguo?" Fu Song frowned, obviously he had never heard of this name.
Zhang Heye said, "He's Lu Qianqian's father. He was the one who developed the formula for the Inch of Grass Heart Plaster."
Fu Song suddenly realized: "So it's him. Is his illness cured?"
"It's not completely fine. The operation went smoothly, but I just need to take medicine and recuperate for a long time."
As if knowing what Fu Song was thinking, Zhang Heye explained:
"Didn't you give Lu Qianqian 2% of the shares in addition to giving him 400,000 yuan for his medical treatment?
In the name of the second largest shareholder, Lu Jingguo gave himself the title of quality control supervisor.
In his words, 2% of the profits from these plasters belong to him.
Anyone who wants to work here must do their job well and not try to slack off in front of him."
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