Moreover, the products were checked before shipment and when they were moved, so there should be no problem.
After he learned about the situation from everyone, it was already late, so he immediately set off for the provincial capital early the next morning.
Before leaving, Luo Ertao stopped him and said, "Director, let me go. The factory still has a lot of arrangements to make and we can't do without you."
Before Zhang Xingrong left for university in the provincial capital, she specifically sought her out for a discussion. Ma Wan was suited to guarding the factory, while she was the link between Zhang Xingrong and the factory. She was more suited to being out in the world.
Besides, in addition to the production for the provincial department store, there are also production arrangements in other counties and cities. Not to mention other provinces, there are more than a dozen orders in their province alone. And orders from other provinces have gradually started to come in.
There are not enough people in the factory now, and we probably need to recruit more.
With so many production arrangements, the factory couldn't do without Ma Wan. So she should go to the provincial capital this time.
Ma Wan was also worried about the factory: "I'm afraid this problem will be difficult to resolve."
Luo Ertao nodded: "I understand. I will go to the Public Security Bureau to check the evidence first, and then meet with the old lady. I will go to the guesthouse and call you to discuss it."
Ma Wan nodded, and Luo Ertao immediately went back to the provincial capital.
When Luo Ertao went to the provincial capital, Zhang Xingrong had already arrived by train. The train to Hu Province only took one day and one night.
After returning to the family compound, Zhang Xingrong washed and changed her clothes before going to the management office to make a phone call. She planned to learn about the factory's recent situation before going to class.
The journey was tiring, but she took a nap on the train, so she planned to report back to school.
Ma Wan was in the factory office. When he heard the phone ring, he quickly answered it: "Comrade Zhang Xingrong, you're back!"
Hearing Zhang Xingrong's voice, he was surprised and happy.
"It's me," Zhang Xingrong nodded. "I just got back. How's the factory been lately? Is everything okay?"
Speaking of this, Ma Wan quickly reported to Zhang Xingrong what had happened in the past few days: "...This is what happened. Secretary Luo is on his way to the provincial capital now."
Zhang Xingrong nodded. "I understand. I'll handle the provincial capital. But I think the provincial police station will send someone to the factory to investigate today. You handle them."
"Don't worry, Director, I understand!" Ma Wan has been the director for so long, he knows the factory's affairs best.
"One last thing. Ask the factory driver to take Mr. Luo San to the provincial capital."
Ma Wan couldn't help but ask, "Let Master Luo San go over?"
"Yes, if the box has no quality issues as you said, then it's human error. We can't see it, but Master Luo San has decades of weaving experience, so he might be able to see some clues."
Mr. Luo Sanye has decades of experience in weaving, so she just drew a few pictures and described them to him, and then Mr. Luo Sanye slowly weaved the basket according to her ideas. It was really amazing.
"There's absolutely no problem with the goods!" Ma Wan said. "Every time I load the goods onto the truck, I always have people check them. We're especially careful with the goods from the provincial department store. Secretary Liu said the boxes were all broken open, but that's impossible!"
The goods from the provincial department store were of utmost importance. He never dared to be careless, especially when he negotiated an order with Zhang Xingrong. He had witnessed Xu Anquan's shamelessness, so he was particularly careful. There was no way he would have a box that was completely broken.
"I believe what you said. Please ask Mr. Luo San to come over and go directly to the police station."
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