"I don't know?" Xing Baohua shook his head and said. Actually, he didn't want to make a boast. If he had continued from where he left off, he would have said that he would eat as much as the produce was made.
This makes him seem like a young, inexperienced kid who can't handle anything.
Factory Director Zhang shook his head slightly and said, "Then let's ship two batches of goods first, and we'll talk about the rest later. If there are no other requirements, we'll head back now. You can come and visit our factory when you have time. That way you'll know our capabilities."
"I'll definitely go after the National Day holiday. I'll prepare the documents and contracts right away, and you can take them back and get production going." After saying that, Xing Baohua started looking for the previous contract from Luchuan Chenguang Electronics Factory to make a copy.
After finishing up with the motherboard factory business, Teacher Cheng and Teacher Ren arrived. Also there was Director Lu from the tape equipment factory.
"No alcohol at noon, just some porridge will do! Xiao Xing, you should drink less in the future," Teacher Cheng said with a tired look.
"Teacher Cheng, you need to work on your drinking capacity. Don't you know the saying, 'The more you drink, the more you have'?" Xing Baohua said, spouting nonsense.
"It's true that he's sick. And the more he drinks, the more sick he gets?" Teacher Cheng pointed at Xing Baohua and said with a smile and a scolding tone.
Subsequently, Xing Baohua and Factory Director Lu signed several contracts.
Before leaving, the factory manager said that the training instructor would be coming tomorrow, and that the children should stop playing the piano and go home to rest.
These words made Xing Baohua feel somewhat ashamed.
They went to see Secretary Huang again and urged him to quickly organize people to set up the tape workshop.
Time waits for no one; the sooner we get started, the sooner we can get the equipment in.
Then he rushed back to the office to set up the remote wireless imaging equipment.
Xing Baohua set the theoretical maximum distance at 30 kilometers. Any further, and it won't work; point-to-point transmission is a straight line. Our planet is round; beyond that distance, it becomes curved.
If there are adapters in the middle, they can be ignored, but are there any in the middle?
Therefore, thirty kilometers is the theoretical limit set by Xing Baohua.
Of course, there might be transmission distances of 60 kilometers or 100 kilometers, which would be beyond Xing Baohua's knowledge. It's worth a try if he patiently studies it.
There's no time for research now.
With the two sets of chip data sorted out, Xing Baohua's hardware module design was complete, and the rest was handed over to the wireless experts for debugging.
And what is Teacher Ren doing, typing away on his computer?
Xing Baohua didn't go over to look or ask anything. Actually, Teacher Ren was reviewing and analyzing the data that Xing Baohua had finished.
As for typing letters, who knows what that's for?
Around noon, just as they were about to eat, Secretary Huang came over and asked, "Have you found a construction team? They're from the town."
"You can just do whatever you want?" Xing Baohua said.
"Come here, let's go over there and talk," Secretary Huang called to Xing Baohua.
Xing Baohua walked over and went with Secretary Huang to the open space. Secretary Huang picked up a small stick from somewhere and pointed to the wall, saying, "Outside this wall are the garden plots and private plots reserved by the village, one for growing vegetables and the other for growing grain. Later, because of the household contract responsibility system, these plots were supposed to be divided up, but the old secretary stopped it and let the grain produced on these plots be given to the school as a subsidy."
When Secretary Huang took out a cigarette from his pocket, Xing Baohua quickly lit it for him.
Secretary Huang, taking a drag of his cigarette, continued, "After the division of the family property, Principal Li still came to take care of things, but later his health deteriorated. With no teachers left, no one was in charge, and the villagers couldn't panic, so they started planting. Sometimes they gave some to the school, sometimes nothing. I was thinking, why not just give it all to the factory?"
Xing Baohua was quite pleased. Who wouldn't want to expand their territory? More than five acres of land—what a huge place! More than three thousand square meters! They could just build a large factory here, a three- or four-story building, and make full use of it.
The plan is great, but there's no money.
"Uncle, I'm worried they'll cause trouble."
“There will definitely be a commotion! Why not treat the land as shares and give them to the village, still three percent, with the school holding one percent and the village two percent?” Secretary Huang said.
"Is this appropriate?" Xing Baohua felt both happy and worried!
From another perspective, Secretary Huang is under a lot of pressure in the village! If he doesn't give the village any benefits, his life as secretary will be difficult.
The factory hasn't generated any profit yet. If it did, the villagers would probably be making a fuss out of envy.
Secretary Huang was simply paving the way for himself and clearing obstacles.
Xing Baohua and Secretary Huang discussed and prepared to sign an agreement. As for the construction team, Xing Baohua decided not to hire anyone from the town and asked Secretary Huang to resign.
“I just agreed to their offer, and now I’m resigning? That wouldn’t be right! We’re all from the same village, so I should help them out if I can,” Secretary Huang said.
Xing Baohua touched his nose sheepishly and said, "Uncle, let's make full use of this land. Turn it into the largest possible workshop, preferably two or three stories high, which will maximize the usable area for me. The construction teams in town are too small; it's not that they can't do it, but they don't have the capability."
"How can you say they lack ability? They've built bridges and constructed buildings before!" Secretary Huang retorted.
"When I said they lack the capability, I meant they couldn't provide upfront funding. If they could provide 500,000 yuan upfront, I would give it to them immediately."
"Does 'advance payment' mean we'll advance the money for you first?"
"right."
"Damn it, I have to pay for your house construction myself. You, you've got a black heart?"
Secretary Huang pointed at Xing Baohua and said.
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