"Director Li, please don't get so agitated. I promise there won't be a next time," He Xing said. "I will definitely deliver the lunch boxes before noon."
"There will be a next time? After delivering today's lunch, there won't be a next time."
Upon hearing this, He Xing immediately became anxious: "Director Li, I promise I'll be on time from now on! Really!"
Li Bing ignored him, turned his bicycle around, and prepared to go back.
Seeing him like this, He Xing hurriedly stopped him: "Did the workers have a problem with the price this morning? Here's what we'll do: you can give the workers a discount of one cent on the glutinous rice, sell it to them for one dollar and four cents, and I'll give you one dollar and two cents each, but the rest really can't be discounted."
He Xing believed the problem lay in the taste of the glutinous rice.
He also knew that what he did was not as good as what He Wenlin did.
"What's the use of being cheap? Our boss won't let us take any more orders! If you hadn't been late today and disrupted everyone's work, how could the boss's wife have caught you red-handed? This is the last meal of the day. If you're late again, the workers will make a fuss and demand compensation from you. You'll have to pay for it yourself."
After saying that, he ignored the dumbfounded He Xing and rode away on his bicycle.
By the time He Xing realized what was happening, Li Bing had already walked far away.
He was so angry that he kicked over the trash can. He had offended the customers of the Bosi factory because of the shirt factory's order, and these people would definitely not come to him to order food in the future. As a result, the shirt factory's order also fell through!
Grass……
He Wenlin was eager to know what the consequences would be if He Xing delivered the meals to the shirt factory late, and she also knew that Li Bing would no longer refuse her boxed lunches, so after arranging things at the store, she called He Shan and took some change, a pen, and a receipt book to the shirt factory.
We definitely won't get any orders at noon today, but we can still try to get some orders for the afternoon and the sticky rice orders for tomorrow morning.
He Shan was already very skilled at securing orders, so He Wenlin separated from her after she joined the factory.
He Wenlin first asked someone to find out Peng Liang's workstation.
Peng Liang got excited as soon as he saw He Wenlin, and then he started chattering away, telling He Wenlin what had happened that morning.
He Wenlin felt that He Xing was somewhat unlucky after hearing this.
In order to secure an order from the shirt factory, Li Bing offended the people at the Bosi factory. As a result, the owner of the shirt factory told Li Bing and the team leader to stop trying to get orders.
It was truly a case of losing both wife and army.
At this moment, Peng Liang said loudly in his not-so-standard Mandarin: "This is my cousin. Don't underestimate her because she's young. She's also the owner of a fast food restaurant. You can ask her to order food."
"Wow, you're such a young man and already a boss."
"He's probably not an adult."
"She's so capable!"
He Wenlin has heard this countless times recently.
He Wenlin said with a smile, "Does anyone want to order dinner or breakfast for tomorrow? I guarantee it won't be late. I guarantee breakfast will be delivered before 7:15, lunch before 12:10, and dinner around 5:30. If you're not working overtime tonight, I guarantee dinner will be delivered around 6:10. If I delay anyone's work time, I will give you a full refund!"
Peng Liang said the same thing once, and now He Wenlin is saying it again, which has led to a rapid increase in everyone's trust in He Wenlin.
"I want sticky rice for tomorrow."
"I want a plate of fried noodles this afternoon, and a plate of sticky rice for tomorrow too..."
He Wenlin's fast food tastes good, and now with the help of someone like He Xing, she gets orders almost effortlessly.
At the factory, Li Bing was busy until 9:45 when he finally bumped into He Wenlin trying to get orders.
Now that Li Bing has no opportunity to earn extra money, he naturally doesn't want He Wenlin to make money either.
There are some people in this world who, if they can't have it themselves, won't allow others to have it either.
Moreover, Li Bing still harbors a great deal of resentment towards He Wenlin.
In his opinion, He Xingchun and Peng Liang were worthless, but he resented He Wenlin even more.
Because if He Wenlin had agreed to his request in the first place, things wouldn't have turned out this way!
“We’re here to visit our friends. If others can come, why can’t we?” He Shan retorted to Li Bing, sticking her neck out.
Nowadays, most factories here don't have access control; you can go into the workshops whenever you want, except for the warehouses, of course.
He Wenlin tugged at He Shan: "Let's go, that's enough for today, let's go back."
After leaving the factory, He Shan said, "What are you afraid of? Would he dare to lay a hand on me?"
“It’s almost time. There’s no need for us to argue with him and waste time. We can come back tomorrow. Arguing with him here will only delay our work. You saw how much resentment everyone has towards He Xing for being late with the food delivery today,” He Wenlin said. “Peng Liang just told me that their boss’s wife has stopped them from getting orders for the fast food restaurant.”
"So, doesn't that mean your uncle's cooperation with this workshop director is off?" He Shan said with a hint of schadenfreude.
"But don't forget, He Xing's cooperation with them fell through, so we can't cooperate with Peng Liang either."
"Huh? What should we do then?"
"Let's talk about it when we get back."
Back at the shop, Lin Fei's mother, He Lanying, also came and helped Grandma He make egg dumplings.
"Auntie." He Wenlin and He Shan called out to their auntie together.
"Linlin has really blossomed into a beautiful young woman." He Lanying looked He Wenlin up and down, smiling kindly.
She was worried about her son, but when she came here and saw him working honestly, and even having him cook her a plate of fried noodles so she could taste his cooking, He Lanying was truly grateful to He Wenlin.
“Auntie, you’re a guest, why should I let you do it?” He Wenlin said. “Let me do it, you can rest over there.”
He Wenlin took the chopsticks from her hand.
At this point, He Shan told everyone that He Xing and Li Bing's collaboration had fallen through.
"That bastard thought he could make money by stealing our business, but look what happened. Now he's got nothing to show for it." Father He said with a hint of schadenfreude. "The Boss factory has no orders left, and the shirt factory can't do business either. It's really hilarious."
"What should we do now? The boss's wife has said that if He Xing can't do business there, neither can we." Old Mrs. He was smart enough to think of the key issue.
The goal isn't to get into a fight with someone and see them suffer; the ultimate goal is to make money for yourself.
He Wenlin: "Let's deal with lunch first and then discuss this matter. It's already 10:15, and if we don't get to work soon, it will be too late."
Today's lunch consisted of egg dumplings, cold seaweed salad, and pickled pepper konjac.
Egg dumplings are a must-have dish for Chinese New Year or family banquets in He Wenlin's hometown.
Today, Grandma He made the egg dumplings. Making small ones takes too much time, so Grandma He made large ones and then cut them diagonally, putting four pieces in each boxed lunch.
He Wenlin was much more relaxed today because she didn't have to deliver goods to the shirt factory. And He Lanying, who was also there, was busy helping with packing and other things.
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