Jiu Ye, your little ancestor doesn't want to take responsibility

The more anxious Tong Xinle became, the more hesitant Su Ning'er became.

The main reason is that this Tong guy was not honest from the beginning and had lost Su Ning'er's trust.

Seeing that Su Ning'er still disagreed, Tong Xinle almost cried:

"There's really no problem with these goods. To be honest with you, Mr. Su, this factory was built bit by bit by my father-in-law, and he even owns the factory building."

"Originally, I was thinking of building a building on this land and selling it after all the goods in the factory were sold out."

"But you know, houses in the north aren't worth much right now. The unfinished building in front was halfway through when the owner ran away. He was later caught and lost everything he had. I don't dare to even think about it anymore."

"But I really don't have the energy to manage the factory right now. My wife just gave birth to twins and she doesn't have the energy to look after them either, so I'm anxious to get rid of those goods."

"Let me tell you this, Mr. Su. My father-in-law is a professional master of the Wuyou drum. If you don't believe me, just look at these..."

As he spoke, he took out a pair of certificates of honor and trophies from the old-fashioned bookcase behind his desk.

Su Ning'er casually opened a book and saw a photo of Tong Xinle's father-in-law on it.

The old man in Tang suit looks very energetic.

This factory must be the result of his life's work.

"Boss Su, the workers in that factory have always worked for the old man. Several of my father-in-law's apprentices and even their entire families work in the factory making drums. That's why I haven't fired them. For my father-in-law's sake, I paid their wages for the past year out of my own pocket."

"But I can't keep posting on the forum, and I really don't have the energy to manage it. I just want to get rid of this factory as soon as possible. It would be great if someone can take over the factory. I can just pack up and sell it."

"But this factory isn't some other food processing plant, textile factory, or whatever. Ordinary people don't even know what a Worry-Free Drum is. Who's going to take it over?"

Tong Xinle suddenly looked at Su Ning'er as if he had seen a life-saving straw:

"Boss Su, why don't you just take over the factory?"

Su Ning'er was stunned: "..."

Qian Qian said angrily:

"Boss Tong, you're amazing! Our boss doesn't even want to sell your drums, yet you're still thinking about selling the factory."

Tong Xinle was serious, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that this method was feasible:

"Mr. Su, aren't you dedicated to promoting traditional musical instruments? Although this hollow drum is relatively niche, it is also our traditional instrument."

"Look, the factory is ready, the drum makers are ready, even the sales channels are ready, but they're just not being activated. If you can activate both online and offline channels, then the channels will be activated as well."

As he spoke, he became more and more excited:

"How about this, if you're willing to take over, I'll sell you the land for the factory, and I'll give you the factory directly. You just have to pay me for the backlog of goods."

"How about this, is this sincerity enough?"

Qianqian widened his eyes.

What shocked her was not Tong Xinle's wild idea, but that her boss seemed... persuaded.

Su Ning'er was indeed moved.

She just saw that Tong Xinle's father-in-law had really put a lot of effort into making the Wuyou drum, and was recognized as the intangible cultural heritage inheritor of the Kongling drum making skill.

This is simply a signature dish, but it’s a pity that the master chef is no longer with us.

And the conditions that Tong Xinle mentioned are indeed attractive.

It is equivalent to buying a piece of land and getting a factory for free. As long as the accumulated goods are sold, you will start making money.

This is totally like pie in the sky.

Unfortunately, she has no money.

Besides, I can’t believe everything Tong Xinle says.