Fisherwoman: After my divorce, I became rich by fishing at sea

Chapter 717: No production line, just buy a factory

"So, you're planning to operate and manage your production line alongside the ones you sell?"

"Correct."

Zhou Haoran thought that their factory was a state-owned enterprise, and they sold the two production lines because they wanted to increase their income. Apart from a cannery, which other factory would sell its factory directly?

Can working for an individual be the same as working for the country?

"Sorry, I have no intention of buying this."

Fu Wan waved her hand and refused directly. She was a little disdainful of the two production lines.

Zhou Haoran was caught off guard by the rejection. In his opinion, the state-owned food factory's production line was a favor to Wang Jianmin, and the female comrade refused without even a second thought.

Could it be that she resented that I, the director, couldn't negotiate with her? But before I left, I had clearly promised the factory manager that I could sell it.

After all, their factory hasn't paid the wages before the New Year yet.

Thinking of this, Zhou Haoran's face suddenly turned ugly. He looked at Wang Jianmin and said, "Jianmin, how can you say this..."

Before coming, Wang Jianmin had told him that if there were no problems, they could sign the contract. He thought Fu Wan was easy to talk to, but he didn't expect to be rejected.

After all, they were in someone else's house, and Zhou Haoran couldn't get angry on the spot. Wang Jianmin waved at him, signaling him to stay calm.

"Director, do we really not want this production line?"

To be honest, he had searched the county town but hadn't found a suitable production line. It was only then that Fu Wan realized that Wang Jianmin might have misunderstood her.

She picked up the thermos and added some hot water to them, then sat aside and said, "Uncle Wang, Comrade Zhou, I previously told the factory that we wanted to expand the production line.

But I can't accept adding our production line to another factory; it's not conducive to our management. In other words, I don't want to just buy a production line; my goal is to buy another factory."

After that, she looked at Zhou Haoran and asked seriously, "Comrade Zhou, have you ever been to our cannery and seen how the comrades in the cannery work?"

Zhou Haoran nodded doubtfully, "I have been there. We have also bought your canned goods." He was a little embarrassed to talk about this. In fact, it was their factory director who had the idea of plagiarizing when he bought the canned goods.

Unfortunately, they later found that making canned food was rather troublesome and they did not have the funds to purchase the relevant machines, so they gave up.

However, Zhou Haoran had seen the working scene in the cannery's production workshop from a distance. Everyone was wearing uniform work clothes, masks and gloves, which could be said to be very hygienic.

Let’s take a look at their factory. Although it is also a food factory related to food, they don’t have uniform clothing. Even gloves are only worn when they remember to.

Fu Wan knew immediately that Zhou Haoran had guessed the reason for her refusal. It seemed that Zhou Haoran was also a smart man. In fact, she refused because she didn't trust the food factory, besides the difficulty in management.

If the production line there is busy in the future but the food factory itself has no orders, the management will inevitably feel unbalanced. If something dirty comes out at that time, their investment will be wasted.

She wasn't doing charity work, and before investing her money, she had to assess the risks. This kind of risk, which was very likely to occur in the future, must be avoided.

Zhou Haoran wasn't stupid; he knew he couldn't sell his two production lines. He stood up and wanted to leave, but Fu Wan thought better of it and, for Wang Jianmin's sake, gave him a glimmer of hope.

"Comrade Zhou, if your factory director is considering selling the food factory, you can come and see me."

Selling the food factory? What a joke! Zhou Haoran thought this young comrade was joking, but Wang Jianmin didn't think so. Why hadn't he thought of buying the food factory directly before?

Or maybe he wasn't brave enough. He was very familiar with the current situation of the food factory. It was exactly the same as the cannery that was about to go bankrupt at that time. First, they couldn't collect the payment for the goods, then there were very few orders, and finally they couldn't pay their wages. The workers had no choice but to find another job as soon as possible.

"Old buddy, you should go back and ask your factory manager. Maybe he really has this plan!"

"How is that possible? We are a state-owned factory. There is no way we can sell it to an individual business owner!"

Wang Jianmin laughed. What state-owned factory? When there is no money in the account and the workers' wages are paid, they will behave themselves.

After Wang Jianmin and the other man left, Fu Wan closed the door and went to the old house. School had started two days ago and Qin Anning had gone back to work, so they went to the camp early. Fu Wan was going to ask Boss Fu about going out to sea.

The New Year has passed in a flash. Since the weather is good recently, it’s a good time to try my luck at sea.

Pushing open the gate, Ye Xiaocui was mending the fishing nets in the yard. Seeing her daughter come in, she looked up and asked, "Awan, have you had breakfast? There are sweet potatoes in the pot."

Fu Wan chuckled, not daring to say that she had gotten up late and had not eaten yet. She just took out a bowl and filled it with some sweet potatoes.

"Mom, where is my dad?"

"Don't mention it. The weather has been nice these past two days, so your dad didn't do any work in the fields. He just went out early in the morning with his fishing rod."

"He fishes every day. If he doesn't bring back any fish by noon today, I'll scold him!"

Fu Wan finished a small sweet potato in two or three bites. The sweet potato was very sweet and had no strings, but she felt choked while eating it.

She went into the house and poured herself a glass of water. At this moment, Fu Ming came back carrying some bamboos and a basket in his hand.

"Hey, Mom, Awan, look what I got up there."

"Hey, bamboo shoots!"

Fu Wan was pleasantly surprised. Fu Ming proudly took out a few bamboo shoots from the basket, and finally took out something from his pocket.

"Hey, I have a surprise."

Fu Wan looked at it in confusion. What Fu Ming took out was wrapped in a large and wide taro leaf with a few dry grasses tied on it.

Fu Ming untied the dry grass rope in a few seconds, then opened the banana leaf to reveal what was inside.

When Fu Wan saw clearly what was inside, her scalp tingled and the hairs on her back stood up.

Oh my God, it was actually a bunch of fat white bugs, wriggling desperately.

"Brother, where did you catch the maggots?"

Isn’t it disgusting? There are so many of them.

Fu Ming looked at her in surprise, picked up a bug between two fingers and shook it in front of Fu Wan.

"Awan, what's wrong with you? This is a bamboo worm. We used to go to the bamboo forest to dig bamboo worms every day. Have you forgotten this?"

Fu Wan took a closer look, and memories flashed through her mind like scenes from a movie. Fu Ming was holding something that wasn't a maggot, but the bamboo worms they had loved to eat as children.

But she had never seen this thing since her rebirth, so she subconsciously thought it was a maggot in the toilet.