"One hundred and twenty a month?"
Lu Chengfeng was instantly flattered. "No, this is too much. We can't do this. Even if you're willing to give it to me, I wouldn't dare accept it!"
He was genuinely shocked.
He works at a bread factory in Linjiang City, where his fixed monthly salary is only seventy yuan.
Even if I work overtime occasionally, the salary won't exceed eighty yuan.
So before he came to find Wang Qian, he was mentally prepared that even if Wang Qian worked at the factory at the same time, his salary would definitely be much lower than his salary at the bread factory in Linjiang City.
It's even possible that they'll only earn ten to twenty or thirty yuan a month.
Unexpectedly, the salary paid to other people was ninety yuan per month.
His salary, however, was a staggering 120.
This was far beyond his imagination.
“Big cousin, most of the workers in the factory are women from our village. None of them know how to manage, but I have to work in the city and can’t find the time to manage the production line.”
Wang Qian patiently explained, "As for my parents, they are getting old and don't have much energy to work at the factory, so I can only entrust the management of the factory to you."
"You want me to manage the factory?"
Lu Chengfeng was so moved he didn't know what to say. "But I've never done management before. What if I don't manage well?"
"No one is born knowing this!"
Wang Qian smiled and encouraged, "You can learn while you work, which is why I had you start from the bottom of the production line. Only by thoroughly understanding each production step can you address any problems that arise in any link."
"I see..."
Lu Chengfeng was still a little nervous, but since Wang Qian had said so, and he didn't want to miss such a good opportunity, after a moment of hesitation, he mustered his courage and nodded, "Okay, I will do my best!"
Seeing Lu Chengfeng's uneasy appearance, Wang Qian felt somewhat annoyed.
Putting aside the fact that Lu Chengfeng knows nothing about the production process, just based on his tense demeanor, if he were to become the factory manager, he would probably lose his composure in the face of a major incident.
"Qian, you must have faith in your older cousin!"
At this moment, Lin Xiaoyu, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke up, "You may not know this, but the way I make this roasted green pepper sauce was passed down from my older cousin's family."
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