A 50-year-old man is reborn and becomes a complete slacker, leaving his scumbag children completely

"Quick, turn around, we're going somewhere."

Hu Dahai made a quick decision, saying that he had thought of a place that might bring him opportunities. If he could secure this place, he would have a stable sales channel for his fish and snails.

Bao Yuanshan was completely confused. Why did he have to go back when he was doing so well? Wasn't this taking a detour? He was looking forward to going back and telling his family the good news about earning three yuan a day.

The two of them pushed the cart, following Hu Dahai's memory, and drove around Hangzhou. Finally, Hu Dahai stopped in front of a somewhat dilapidated factory.

At that time, there were many state-owned factories, textile mills, and steel mills in Hangzhou.

The residents in this residential area mostly work in these factories.

Among all state-owned factories, textile mills and steel mills were the most prosperous. What many people don't know is that there was actually a decent food factory in Hangzhou, although it wasn't as large as the textile or steel mills.

“Dahai, what are we doing here? We can’t even get into this state-owned factory.” As a countryman, Bao Yuanshan had an instinctive fear of this place and was worried about being kicked out by the security personnel.

Hu Dahai, however, was full of confidence: "Don't worry, we can get in."

After saying that, he strolled over to the food factory's gatehouse: "Hello, I'd like to see your factory manager."

The gatekeeper glanced at Hu Dahai's rustic attire and immediately showed a disdainful expression, thinking to himself: Do you think you, a country bumpkin, can just see our factory director whenever you want?

However, he still politely asked, "Who are you? Which unit are you from? What do you need to see our factory manager for?"

Hu Dahai naturally noticed the guard's gaze. He smiled and said, "We don't have a work unit. We just have an important matter we want to remind your factory manager about. If this matter is not handled well, it will not only be bad for your factory, but your factory manager will also have to go to jail."

The gatekeeper, being an experienced old man, was not easily fooled by Hu Dahai's few words: "Let me tell you, I've heard this kind of talk a lot. You think I'll let you in just because you say a few words? Dream on!"

The old man was missing a front tooth, and his speech was somewhat unclear. He kept spitting out a lot of saliva, which startled Hu Dahai so much that he took several steps back.

However, Hu Dahai wasn't intimidated by the gatekeeper's spittle, and continued speaking to himself: "Your factory manager is named Zhang Zhaoxing, he's 45 years old now, and he only became the factory manager last year. His wife is..."

After saying that, Hu Dahai added, "Believe it or not, it's up to you whether you go and report to your factory manager or not. In any case, if something goes wrong in the end, it will be your responsibility."

After saying that, Hu Dahai left without looking back.

Hu Dahai walked away very resolutely, but the gatekeeper was completely dumbfounded.

Because of Hu Dahai's words, not only was the factory manager's name revealed, but Zhang Zhaoxing's family background was also explained in great detail. Coincidentally, the gatekeeper was none other than Zhang Zhaoxing's uncle, who naturally knew Zhang Zhaoxing very well. He could verify that not a single word Hu Dahai said was wrong.

For a moment, the gatekeeper watched Hu Dahai's decisive departure and quickly calculated in his mind: "Damn it, this guy knows so much. He's not even Zhang Zhaoxing's relative, so he must have some ability. Otherwise, an ordinary person wouldn't know so much. Something's probably going to happen. I'd better not stop him. If I don't, I'll just get a scolding. But if I do stop him, I can't bear the serious consequences."

After hesitating for a while, he finally said, "Wait a minute. I'll go ask for you first, but whether the factory manager will see you is another matter."

Hu Dahai's lips curled slightly. Heh, you little brat, I can easily handle you.

Actually, he read all of this in the newspapers of his previous life. In his previous life, Zhang Zhaoxing was also criticized in the newspapers. In those days, when problems arose, the situation would be written very clearly, and Hu Dahai happened to have seen it.

Moreover, since being transformed by the holy water, Hu Dahai felt that his memory was getting better and better, and he remembered many things from his previous life.

Soon, Hu Dahai was invited into the food factory, while Bao Yuanshan dared not go in and was responsible for watching the cart at the door.

As the gatekeeper walked away, he subtly inquired of Hu Dahai, "How do you know so much about the factory manager? What's your relationship with the factory manager? Are you related to the factory manager's wife?"

However, Hu Dahai basically ignored the gatekeeper's words and didn't answer them at all, because he couldn't answer them anyway. Should he tell the gatekeeper that he had traveled back in time?

The two walked to an office building in the factory, went up to the second floor, and came to the door of an office. On the door frame, there was a rusty brass plaque with the words "Factory Manager's Office" written on it.

"Wait here for a moment, I'll go in first," the gatekeeper said, and then he went in first.

Not long after, the gatekeeper came out of his office and said to Hu Dahai, "You can go in now, but you can't talk nonsense."

Hu Dahai nodded and smiled, then walked into the office.

The office wasn't big; it only had one desk and an old wooden sofa.

Sitting at the back of the office was a middle-aged man with thinning hair. This was Zhang Zhaoxing, whom Hu Dahai had seen in the newspaper in his previous life. However, he looked much younger and more energetic than in the newspaper photos. It seemed that most of the newspaper photos were taken after his incident.

"Director Zhang." After entering the office, Hu Dahai casually sat down on the sofa and greeted Zhang Zhaoxing.

Zhang Zhaoxing was stunned. In the past, when people came to his office, they were all very respectful and would stand and wait for him to say "please sit down" before they would sit down.

His expression turned slightly annoyed as he asked Hu Dahai, "Who are you? Why do you know so much about me?"

"Who I am is not important." Hu Dahai seemed oblivious to his expression and continued to say, "All I know is that, Director Zhang, you are about to be in big trouble."

Zhang Zhaoxing put down his pen and looked at Hu Dahai with interest: "Oh? Tell me, how am I going to be in big trouble?"

"If you can't give me a straight answer today, believe me, I'll call the security department to throw you out."

Hu Dahai continued, "Are you still thinking that you took over the factory manager position last year, and this year you've already successfully helped the factory secure a big client and a big order, which is something to be very proud of, and that you can hold onto the factory manager position very securely? What big orders could possibly be coming your way?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Zhaoxing's right eyelid twitched violently, because Hu Dahai was right; that was indeed what he was thinking at that moment. However, he tried his best to maintain a calm expression so that Hu Dahai wouldn't notice.

"Actually, you were lucky to get this order, but you shouldn't have let your brother-in-law be in charge of the purchasing."

“Some things can’t be taken for granted just because you’re a relative. Don’t you know your brother-in-law? He’s taking kickbacks and buying a large batch of inferior meat at the same price. It might not be noticeable from the outside, but sooner or later it will cause problems.”

"When real problems arise from the food, it won't be a question of whether you'll lose this customer; it will be a question of whether you, the factory manager, will go to jail."