Undeterred
After thinking for a moment, Wang Shuitao said, "No one would complain about having too much foreign exchange. After all, it is something the country needs. If the country needs it, we, as members of it, should try our best to contribute."
She first said what needed to be said.
Then came the practical advice: "Nothing can be fixed. We must be flexible and adaptable to development. First, we should use the above words to persuade the people at the food factory. We can also mention the contributions of others to make the food factory more eager to catch up. Competition brings pressure, and pressure is the driving force."
As for the rest, it would be ideal to maintain the same profit share as we have now. However, if that's not possible, there are two options: either reduce our share by offering less profit, or relinquish our brand name—the pearl candy factory will remain anonymous and only produce private-label products. In any case, achieving this breakthrough from zero to one is a success.
The provincial company manages the county company, and the county company manages the sugar factory. Wang Shuitao wants a promotion and a raise, so she can't keep quiet when she needs to, but she also can't back down when it's time to show her abilities.
Wang Sirou's eyes lit up as she listened. After thinking about "OEM" carefully, she realized it was a good name. Making her own goods and putting someone else's name on them—wasn't that OEM?
I heard that foreigners did this back in the Republic of China era. They made workers work day and night in China at low prices, or even by providing only food and lodging, and then took the products back to their own countries to sell at high prices.
She praised, "As expected of Director Wang, you've only been with the factory for six months and you've already been promoted. You're definitely the kind of good worker we need. I wonder what your educational background is?"
Wang Shuitao replied, "I graduated from junior high school and am still attending night school."
Wang Sirou frowned slightly; this educational background wasn't quite enough, and she couldn't push him from the start. However, upon hearing the rest, her expression quickly relaxed. She could get a vocational high school diploma by attending night school for a year, which would be more than sufficient.
She then praised, "Director Wang is truly diligent and ambitious."
Faced with such frequent praise, Wang Shuitao felt a little embarrassed, as she received compliments despite not even having a high school diploma, but she accepted them all.
She returned the favor, saying, "Comrade Wang is young and promising to be able to take charge of inspecting the factory at such a young age. I should learn from Comrade Wang."
Wang Sirou remained silent, only smiling.
Her father was a powerful figure in the sugar industry in the entire provincial capital. With such a father, it was only commonplace for her to reach this position.
It's just that there are so many good fathers and bad sons that she stands out from the crowd.
It's a pity that there are so many unreliable people, but my older brother is the exception—he's good at studying and can endure hardship.
Wang Sirou glanced thoughtfully at the two people standing beside her.
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A welcome banquet was a must, and it was arranged in the evening, where the canteen chef would showcase his skills. He was very happy and even boasted to Wang Shuitao that his skills were no worse than those of Old Zheng from the state-run restaurant.
Wang Shuitao glanced at him, unable to bear telling her that Wang Sirou had eaten at the state-run restaurant at noon and had perfectly finished her meal.
As for the evening, I can only say that I don't eat vegetables, perhaps because social engagements are more important.
At the dinner table, Wang Shuitao, a deputy director, was considered a minor leader. Although Wang Sirou showed great appreciation for her when she returned to the factory, she still chatted more with Sun Ming and Li Yuanhong during dinner.
Back in her dorm, Wang Shuitao didn't want to move or tidy up. She sat at the table, lost in thought, and missed her phone.
Perhaps because everything is on track recently, but the trivial details are taking up most of her work time, leaving no time to develop new projects, Wang Shuitao is busy but also feels restless these past few days.
That is, I'll be happy when I watch the movie today.
"Knock, knock, knock," came a rhythmic knocking sound from outside the door.
Wang Shuitao had a premonition that Meng Songying would return.
Sure enough, he was at the door carrying a bag of chrysanthemum tea: "Make some to drink."
After saying that, he even handed over a pot full of hot water.
Wang Shuitao asked in confusion, "Huh? Do you still have hot water at home?"
Meng Songying nodded: "Yes."
"Okay, that's perfect. I'll take the chrysanthemum tea. I bit my lower lip while eating sunflower seeds, and I'll probably have oral ulcers by tomorrow."
Wang Shuitao licked the wound on the inside of her body, and after more than half a day it still hadn't healed, confirming her suspicions.
After all, it's the oral mucosa, a place that heals incredibly quickly. If it still hurts after five minutes, it's telling you that it's about to turn into a canker sore.
Meng Songying subconsciously reached out and used her thumb to pry open the peach's lower lip to take a look. Sure enough, the wound had already turned white.
Wang Shuitao scratched her face and strained to look down, but unfortunately, Meng Songying's pressure was too light for her to see anything.
She placed her hand on Meng Songying's wrist and said narcissistically, "Look! My nose is very straight!"
The troubles she had just experienced due to mouth ulcers vanished in an instant.
Meng Songying's wrist trembled, her fingertips shook, and she replied in a hoarse voice, "Yes."
Sometimes Peach's enthusiasm was so overwhelming that he couldn't handle it. He thought he should be more proactive, but upon closer inspection, he realized that would be too presumptuous, so he could only regretfully give up.
After showing off, Wang Shuitao felt that they had spent a lot of time together today, and the sweetness level was off the charts, so she said, "Then you can go back first. See you tomorrow morning."
They saw each other all the time, spending almost ten out of the sixteen hours they were awake throughout the day together. Meng Songying didn't show any reluctance to part, and simply said, "Let's go to the department store again next time."
Wang Shuitao winked at him: "Okay, Aying, I'll be waiting for your next invitation."
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Wang Sirou arrived at the workshop and started by observing the first step: processing sugar beets. The sugar factories in the provincial capital also used sugarcane, but the difference in raw materials led to many differences.
She tasted a small piece of beet; it had a slightly fishy smell, unlike sugarcane, which was purely sweet.
But the final white sugar and brown sugar were no worse than the sugar she ate at the sugar factory in the provincial capital.
She walked over and asked Meng Songying, who was adjusting the machine, "Engineer Meng, does the Pearl Sugar Factory still have sugar made from sugarcane?"
Meng Songying shook her head.
That batch of sugar had already been used to meet the quota. If there were no sugar beets, the factory would definitely have kept some; at least any worker could find some at home.
But with a constant supply of fresh sugar, everyone used it more lavishly.
Wang Sirou then pulled Meng Songying aside and asked her a few more questions about the operational procedures, but only received silence in response.
She frowned and asked, "Engineer Meng?"
Yesterday he seemed cold but was actually very kind, how did he become like this now?
Meng Songying, with her usual expressionless face, said: "I don't know how to teach."
The person next to him explained, "Comrade Wang, don't mind him. Our Engineer Meng is like that to everyone. He just doesn't know how to talk. If you want to know, you can just watch from the side."
Then he silently blocked most of the machine with his body, acting as if no one knew about the shady things the provincial capital had done before, and kept asking questions.
Seeing Wang Sirou leave with a long face, he muttered to the person next to him, "Seriously, such a big factory in the provincial capital is still trying to steal our orders. I think they're still up to no good."
Another person chimed in: "Exactly! What's there to ask? In the past, the inspectors never came to the workshop. They just took a bunch of brown and white sugar back to eat themselves. Pah! Now they're pretending to be in charge, just trying to steal our knowledge. Shameless!"
Meng Songying turned around: "Quiet."
Everyone immediately fell silent.
He then walked toward the factory director's office.
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