In 1998, the Yushanfang Food Factory in Xianshan County, like a dazzling new star, shone brightly on this land.
Under Uncle Zhang's careful management.
The food factory continued to expand, and business became increasingly prosperous.
This sight greatly surprised Uncle Zhang. He looked at those seemingly ordinary spicy strips, which were like a wealth-harvesting machine, continuously creating wealth.
However, this good fortune did not last long.
The success of the imperial kitchen aroused jealousy in many people, and some envious individuals began to stir.
This included those thugs from the underworld.
They originally intended to skim some money from the imperial kitchen, but Uncle Zhang and his men easily defeated them one by one.
As the saying goes, it's not scary to be a thug or a hooligan; what's scary is a hooligan with education.
Subsequently, local officials also set their sights on this thriving food factory.
They frequently came to inspect under various pretexts.
They sometimes claim that hygiene standards are not met, but in reality, the food factory's hygiene conditions have always been strictly in accordance with the standards.
They questioned the completeness of the paperwork, but in reality, all the paperwork was complete.
That day, another group of inspectors arrived at the food factory.
At that moment, Uncle Zhang was reviewing reports in his office when a series of urgent knocks broke the silence.
Several uniformed inspectors entered, their faces smiling, yet their eyes conveying an undeniable authority.
"Director Zhang, we received a report that your factory's hygiene conditions need improvement, so we've come here for a follow-up inspection," the lead inspector said arrogantly.
Uncle Zhang knew trouble was brewing as soon as he saw it, so he quickly stepped forward, smiling broadly, and said:
"Dear leaders, our food factory has always strictly abided by all regulations, and there are absolutely no problems with hygiene. We would appreciate your guidance."
He then personally accompanied the inspection and gave a detailed introduction to the food factory's hygiene management system and its implementation.
However, the inspectors didn't seem satisfied. "Are you sure your hygiene meets the standards? I doubt it."
Uncle Zhang patiently explained, "Sir, we have designated personnel responsible for sanitation and cleaning every day, and all production processes are strictly operated in accordance with hygiene standards. If you don't believe me, you can go to the workshop to see for yourself."
One of the inspectors had a stern face, looked around, and always managed to pick out some trivial issues.
"The trash cans here should be further away from the production line."
"The cleaning of that corner needs to be improved."
"..."
Uncle Zhang had his assistant write down everything and promised to make immediate corrections.
The inspectors simply grunted, offering no comment.
Then someone else said, "Also, we need to check whether your paperwork is really complete."
Uncle Zhang quickly took out a stack of documents and handed them over, saying, "Sir, these are all our procedural documents. You can check them carefully."
These people are subtly and overtly implying that they need to be given "benefits," or they will keep causing trouble.
At first, Uncle Zhang tried to resolve the issue through formal channels, actively cooperating with the inspection and providing various documents to prove the food factory's compliance.
However, these people's insatiable appetite seems to never be satisfied.
In the days that followed, inspections of all sorts of kinds came one after another: procedures, safety, environmental protection...
Every single detail was magnified, as if the imperial kitchen had become the target of everyone's criticism.
Uncle Zhang, being a seasoned veteran, surely understood the trickery involved.
In a "casual" conversation, a seemingly helpful inspector privately revealed:
"Director Zhang, you're a sensible person. Everyone has their own difficulties, so let's try to understand each other. Some things still need to be done according to the rules."
How could Uncle Zhang not understand the meaning behind his words?
But he also has his bottom line. This kind of bottomless pit can never be filled, and Uncle Zhang is not willing to be a sucker.
Having come this far, Uncle Zhang had already made up his mind, thinking to himself:
"To destroy someone, you must first drive them mad."
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