Hearing Wang Dabao say this, Wang Tianxiao could understand his feelings, so he nodded, "Yes, this cement factory is indeed outrageous, but since this has happened, they can't run away. I ran into the village chief earlier, and I heard that all the utility poles are to be inspected, and any problems that need to be exposed will be exposed."
"That's how it should be. How can these bastards make such dirty money? Can't they just do their jobs properly? Why do they make this kind of money? Aren't they afraid their sons will be born without an anus?"
Wang Tianxiao smiled bitterly.
It's understandable that Wang Dabao is angry, after all, he's currently lying in a hospital bed.
Wang Tianxiao comforted Wang Dabao and then left the hospital.
He was already thinking about other things.
As soon as he left the hospital, he immediately rode his motorcycle north for more than ten kilometers to Dongyuan Cement Plant.
Dongyuan Town is located in the western part of the area between Qingcheng and Qingquan Towns.
Because this area is a ditch, it is quite easy to obtain water and soil, which meets the basic material requirements for cement prefabrication. Moreover, there is a very sufficient and cheap labor force nearby, so it was only natural that the factory could be developed.
Strictly speaking, this factory cannot be called a cement factory, because it does not produce cement, but rather prefabricated products.
This includes various roof ends, purlins, precast slabs, etc.
This also includes utility poles.
The cement used here is all purchased from outside. The loess soil on the Loess Plateau is not suitable for cement production. If we want to develop a cement production chain, we need too many things.
Even if we could buy iron ore, it would be too troublesome to buy the basic limestone from elsewhere.
Moreover, the biggest constraint on Qingcheng's economic development is transportation.
Only the road to the north in Qingcheng is passable; the other directions are all mountains, and the winding mountain roads are impassable for large trucks.
Without roads, any talk of development is just empty talk.
When Wang Tianxiao arrived at the gate of the factory called Dongyuan Cement Precast Plant, he found that the gate was closed and he could not hear the sound of machines inside.
He parked his car next to the gate, climbed onto the iron gate, and peered through the crack. Just then, an old man from the gatehouse came out, carrying a spatula. He pointed at Wang Tianxiao and shouted, "What are you doing?"
Wang Tianxiao could tell from the old man's attire that he was a gatekeeper. In those days, gatekeepers were usually relatives of the boss, and the concept of a dedicated security guard had not yet been formed.
He took out a cigarette and handed one to the old man.
When the old man saw it was Hongtashan cigarettes, his expression softened considerably.
Wang Tianxiao himself doesn't smoke, but he always carries two different packs of cigarettes with him, just so he can offer them to people and build rapport.
Hongtashan cigarettes are for ordinary people, while Zhonghua cigarettes are for the wealthy and powerful.
It wasn't that he was snobbish and unwilling to give Zhonghua cigarettes to ordinary people, but rather that he had carefully considered that if he gave Zhonghua cigarettes to the villagers every time he met them, it might not only fail to make them feel his sincerity, but they might also think that he was deliberately showing off or being pretentious.
Hongtashan is different. The price of this kind of cigarette is nothing to the rich, but it is considered a very good cigarette for ordinary villagers. They will feel more comfortable smoking it.
Conversely, when dealing with big bosses, he needs to show some confidence. Bosses judge people based on their actual abilities. If you're stingy even when offering cigarettes, it will give others the impression that you lack ability.
"Uncle, why is there no movement in this factory?" Wang Tianxiao asked with a smile.
"Any movement has stopped," the uncle sighed.
"Huh? What happened?"
"Not yet... Hey, what do you do? Why are you asking this?" The uncle was quite wary, constantly scrutinizing Wang Tianxiao, his eyes filled with suspicion again.
"Oh, you're asking me? Well, my family just got approved for a plot of land, and we want to build a house. We wanted to buy some precast concrete slabs, and I heard that this is the only place around here that manufactures them, so I came to take a look and plan to buy some."
"I see," the gatekeeper nodded, feeling that Wang Tianxiao didn't seem like a liar, and lowered his guard. "Then you've come at the wrong time. We don't sell to the public now."
"Why? Aren't there a lot of precast concrete slabs here?"
Those are not for sale.
"Uncle, where are the sales staff in our factory? Why don't you introduce him to me, and I'll talk to them?"
“It’s no use, it won’t make a difference who you ask,” the old man said directly when he saw Wang Tianxiao still pressing for answers. “Let me tell you the truth, this factory won’t be selling anything to outsiders for the time being.”
"Why? Sales were going so well, why did you suddenly stop selling?"
"No reason, young man, you should leave now."
The old man was so annoyed by Wang Tianxiao that he turned around and went into the guardhouse.
Wang Tianxiao was still thinking about how to deal with it when suddenly a car drove up from the south and stopped in front of the company.
The car window was slowly rolled down, revealing a bald head. "Uncle, give me that bag."
Upon seeing the bald man, the old man quickly ran into the guardhouse and soon carried a large, bulging military-green canvas bag that looked quite heavy.
The bald man remained seated in the car, letting the old man place his bag on the back seat.
He saw Wang Tianxiao standing at the door, glancing at him a few times with his small eyes, but didn't say anything. After putting his bag down, he said to the doorman, "If anyone comes to ask, just say you don't know anything. Don't talk nonsense, understand?"
"I know, don't worry."
The bald man rolled up the window, and the car drove away, bouncing along the country road.
"This person is really something. He didn't even get down to help you. He made you, an old man, carry such a big bag. Doesn't he know how to respect the elderly? What kind of person is he?"
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