Old Zhou laughed and said, "The business environment in Beijing is still better, and there's no problem with having seven people."
"Hey," Wu Changfeng said, "Let me tell you, there won't be any more arguments about this in the future, don't worry."
"That's great." Old Zhou chuckled.
"What are you doing now?" Wu Changfeng asked curiously.
They traveled a long way to find me.
If you say you just happened to be passing by to see me, I don't believe you.
Old Zhou straightened his posture, pointed to the middle-aged man accompanying him, and said, "This is my younger brother, Zhou Huanxiong. Just call him Xiao Zhou."
"No, no." Wu Changfeng shook his head: "You are my elders, and we call you Lao Zhou because we are already acquainted."
"It's alright, it's alright," Old Zhou continued. "After I was investigated, I was detained for a while, you know."
"After I got out, I continued to do my old job, but Boss Wu stopped making antennas, so I continued to supply the mining bureau. Now they're not doing well either."
"I sold all the remaining raw materials and started a machine processing plant with my brother."
Wu Changfeng nodded: "That's good. There's a huge demand for this on the mainland right now."
"That's true, but it's also difficult."
Old Zhou sighed and said, "Big jobs are not good enough for our small factory, and small jobs are barely enough to keep us afloat, we don't make any money at all."
"We've known each other for a long time. To put it bluntly, why would I bother with this if it's not going to make money?"
Wu Changfeng smiled and nodded: "That's right, a businessman is all about making money, not about being stingy."
“That’s what I think too,” Old Zhou said. “My factory was originally the county’s No. 1 processing plant, you should know that, right?”
Wu Changfeng thought about it and realized that there really was a factory in Chishui County.
The lathe and everything else were readily available.
The business is just not doing very well.
Half-dead.
But Wu Changfeng really didn't understand why Lao Zhou was telling me all this.
I don't have any processing work to do.
You've misjudged the person you're trying to impoverish!
"So?" Wu Changfeng said only two words, officially getting to the point.
Old Zhou smiled sheepishly: "So, I'd like to ask Boss Wu for a favor. We're from the same hometown, so please give me a hand."
Wu Changfeng: ...
Holy crap.
Old Zhou, did you cry at the wrong grave?
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