A fast-paced transmigration story set in a historical fiction era: The fox spirit is enjoying happin

Zhang Chunxin can't eat or drink anything right now, and he can't understand why he has this problem.

He sat blankly at the entrance of the convenience store, his eyes vacant.

Shen Mingrong is still handling matters in town, and it's unknown when he will return.

Xiao Liu was the first to return, and Shen Mingrong asked him to bring back the Huangji roast duck that he had lined up to buy in town to add to their meal.

"Why is Brother Xin sitting here?" Even the fragrant roast goose that Xiao Liu was holding couldn't whet Zhang Chunxin's appetite.

Zhang Chunxin listlessly replied, "Wait for Mingrong."

Seeing Xiao Liu immediately reminded me of the dormitory incident.

He originally thought it didn't matter whether he had a dormitory or not, but who would have thought that in just a few days, something that happens only a few times a year would happen.

Most of the villagers are related, and they usually only have a few arguments.

Taking action and then reporting it to the police are extremely rare.

The number of times the police intervened to break up the fight these past few days has really opened the eyes of this notorious hoodlum.

Xiao Liu tentatively asked him, "Did you come to see Brother Mingrong to talk about building dormitories?"

"Yes! He delivered a message to you?" Zhang Chunxin suddenly realized.

Li Jiaojiao had been paying attention to the man sitting at the door and knew that he was the owner of the hardware factory.

"Yeah, he looks like someone who gets revived with a single coin insertion in an arcade game, hahaha."

"He was definitely resurrected by the host's plan"—the prediction was spot on.

Because it thinks it has a good eye for choosing hosts.

They chose a clever fox.

Xiao Liu feigned mystery: "Brother Mingrong didn't pass on any message, but Sister Jiaojiao has a way."

"What method?" Zhang Chunxin immediately asked.

He really didn't want to be taken to the police station for questioning and "education" again because of the workers' issues.

In that time, he could have secured more factory orders and achieved more results to prove his father wrong.

Xiao Liu put down the dishes he was holding and went to sit down at the table with Niu Dali to eat.

The convenience store has been very busy lately, with many villagers bringing their meals to sit in the open space, eating, chatting, and watching TV.

Li Jiaojiao also enjoys the atmosphere of people gathering together.

Let's just bring out the dining table so everyone can have a table to sit around and eat.

After the meal, they would tacitly take away the trash from the table and the floor, leaving no trouble for Li Jiaojiao and the others.

More and more people are gathering here, including many who work in hardware factories.

They had nowhere to eat, so many people pooled their money to buy food for the villagers, and then they all came to the store to watch TV and eat together.

The sky gradually darkened, which seemed like a signal.

People came out of their homes and gathered in the open space in front of the convenience store.

Because Li Jiaojiao and her family often had to get up to greet guests, they set up a separate small table on the other side.

Zhang Chunxin wasn't in the mood to eat anything and just kept staring at Li Jiaojiao.

Li Jiaojiao got annoyed by his gaze: "Big brother, why don't you eat a couple of bites of food first?"

Zhang Chunxin nodded mechanically.

After Niu Dali got up to get him his food, he finally came to his senses and said, "I...I didn't want to freeload."

"Eat first," Li Jiaojiao tapped her own rice bowl.

Li Jiaojiao smiled politely, thinking to herself, "If you don't eat, I still need to eat."

Without Shen Mingrong sitting next to her, and with the surroundings being a bit noisy, Li Jiaojiao only ate half a bowl of rice and then stopped.

"Brother Zhang, you understand Mandarin, right?"

Zhang Chunxin nodded: "I speak Mandarin, English, and Cantonese."

"Then turn around and see how many of your employees you have," Li Jiaojiao told him to turn around.

Zhang Chunxin honestly turned around, stood up, and counted the heads: "Twenty-three."

The workers at the hardware factory all wore sky-blue work clothes with "Chunxin Hardware Electronic Coil Factory" embroidered on the chest, and black work pants.

They were very conspicuous in the crowd.

When the factory first opened, it only hired more than sixty workers, half of whom were "masters" he had specially recruited from Shenzhen.

Those craftsmen rented four three-story brick houses in town as their dormitories.

Li Jiaojiao: "Brother Zhang, let's solve the factory's food problem first."

This is the easiest and most manageable problem for him at the moment.

Zhang Chunxin thought for a moment, then immediately ran off. He had already figured out how to solve the workers' food and clothing problems first.

"Not tall, but runs pretty fast," Li Jiaojiao said indifferently as she continued eating.

Zhang Chunxin originally only planned to use the skilled workers specially recruited from Pengcheng.

But with more orders coming in, production couldn't keep up, so he made the decision to hire thirty more people.

Everyone here is from out of town; they're all brought together by relatives and fellow villagers.

Niu Dali was puzzled: "Why did he run away when Jiaojiao asked him to speak Mandarin?"

She left in the short time it took her to get a dish?

"I asked him that so he could communicate with his employees. Sleeping on the factory floor is better than sleeping on the village road. Who knew he'd run away so fast?"

"Xiao Liu will go find him later and talk to him," Li Jiaojiao thought to herself.

"Hmm," Xiao Liu finished a big mouthful of rice, "Okay, I'll go talk to him now."

If Zhang Chunxin cannot resolve the factory's current problems as soon as possible.

The nearby villages do not welcome outsiders to set up factories or work.

This was a major blow to her subsequent plans to expand her business and build dormitories, directly impacting the entire upstream and downstream ecosystem.

Peace Village hasn't encountered any truly major problems yet, so the surrounding people are happily watching the show.

When the small fire grows into a large fire and spreads, everyone will resist the flames.

Even though fire brings many benefits.

When Shen Mingrong rode his bicycle back, the convenience store was still bustling with activity.

He went to Li Jiaojiao's side after he came back and took a shower.

"Why are you busier than me lately?"

Shen Mingrong helped her organize the goods on the counter: "I'm all done with work now, so I can spend some time with you."

"Do you know what's going on at Brother Zhang's factory? It's a complete mess."

Li Jiaojiao told him about her worries and the solutions she had just come up with.

Shen Mingrong remained calm: "Jiaojiao is really smart; she's more suited to be a boss than he is."

He wouldn't stand idly by, but Zhang Chunxin acted too recklessly; this was just a minor setback.

No matter how many orders a factory has, it's not a reason to blindly hire workers.

"I'm not his father, and you're not his mother. Reality is harsh; he needs to learn to solve his own problems."

Shen Mingrong had many friends, and he knew immediately when Zhang Chunxin was invited to the police station.

He stepped in to help find his missing worker, which is already a great favor.

As Li Jiaojiao watched him take his medicine, she suddenly remembered: "Where was Zhang Chunxin a while ago?"

"It's about the factory, in the house he rented in town." Shen Mingrong asked, somewhat puzzled, "Why are you asking about that?"

Li Jiaojiao rolled her eyes: "When you had that accident, did he come to see you even once?"

Shen Mingrong thought for a moment and said, "No, it's just human nature, especially since he's a businessman."

It is in a businessman's nature to prioritize profit.

Li Jiaojiao silently crossed herself out; this was only worthwhile for business dealings.