Rebirth: Outstanding

Lou Fengyun had weird eyes, thinking that Song Tianyao would not be ready to be sensual after becoming the owner of the factory, right? In fact, Song Tianyao only wondered if unmarried female workers started working in the evening shift when the scale of recruitment of male workers was expanded in the future, would it make the male workers in the same class more motivated and would prevent them from dozing off.

The infrastructure work of the factory was very fast. A row of dormitory rooms were neatly built with wooden boards and iron sheets in the factory yard. They were used to provide accommodation for those who came to Hong Kong to invest in relatives but were unable to do so. Homeless workers were used to stay. The large kitchen provides three meals for workers.

Leveling the ground, cleaning white, water and electricity, going to the telephone office to apply for telephone lines and other chores, all were supervised by Lou Fengyun, and Song Tianyao began to contact the law firm to go through the trivial matters such as the establishment of factories, companies, etc. This factory was taken by Song Tianyao. The name of the bad taste is Jiuguang Wig Factory, which means that wigs are needed after a long bald head. The factory does not have a sales department. Instead, it has established a first-level company that only exists on paper and is responsible for selling factory wigs. Song Tianyao was named Xianrong Trading Company.

The Indian Xia Zuozhi returned to India to collect the first batch of hair and has not returned, but some of the hair that Lei Yingdong received has been sent to Song Tianyao's factory first, and on the fourth day of the arrival of this batch of hair, Song Tianyao was fast. The batch of machines hoping to become Wangfushi finally arrived.

Seeing the workers of the moving company help put the machines in the workshop one by one, turn on the machine after plugging in the electricity, and listening to the voices forwarded by the hair arranging machine and the high knitting machine, Song Tianyao only felt that it was more beautiful than any music.

"The two old wigs and the wig masters in Sheung Wan, and two more barbers, all will be delivered to my factory." Song Tianyao dialed the newly installed phone in the office and said to Lan Gang from the Wan Chai station.

Ning Zikun and Song Siquan have been enjoying three meals a day in the police custody room recently. Lan Gang can’t fight, nor can’t be hungry, and is afraid that the old guy will suddenly die of illness, so he received a call from Song Tianyao. Like the wind, these two old men, plus the craftsmen who made wigs for the Cantonese opera troupe in Sheung Wan, were sent to Song Tianyao's factory in North Point.

As soon as Lan Gang took his subordinates and old Qian, the barber and others into the factory gate and kept them in a dog cage, Song Tianyao asked Yan Xiong to buy the two Tosa and a wolf blue that Yan Xiong asked to go to the dogfighting ring in Macau to pick up the dog. On the cage railing, he poked his fierce mouth and barked at Lan Gang and the others. The cast-iron welded iron cage shook violently under the throbbing of the three bulldogs, as if they rushed out of it at any time to bite everyone.

Hearing the dog barking and wearing a blue canvas denim outfit, the cheerful and neat Niang Fu came out of her room, went to the kitchen and cut three raw meat strips and threw it into the dog cage. This made the three dogs stop barking.

Lan Gang glanced at Fu Yanniang, who had not seen her for more than a month and her temperament and body had changed a lot. When the other party turned and leaned towards him, Lan Gang noticed that there was a delicate nameplate on the other party’s chest, which was engraved on it. The word Jiuguang.

"Big brother, everyone will bring it for you." Lan Gang shouted directly in the courtyard without waiting for Fu Yanniang to take him into Song Tianyao's office.

Song Tianyao walked out of his office, Lan Gang found out that Song Tianyao was also wearing a denim suit, and she was dressed like Fu Yanniang, with a nameplate with the word "Jiuguang" hanging on her chest, which made Lan Gang, who was accustomed to Song Tianyao's suit and leather shoes, a little uncomfortable. Habit.

"The work clothes that my factory provides for workers for free look pretty good, don't they?" Song Tianyao looked at Lan Gang in a daze, and said with a smile.

These denims were processed by Meng Wanqing’s father’s tailor shop. Hong Kong factories basically have no concept of providing workers with work clothes. Occasionally, the chemical industry can issue masks and workers have to praise the boss’s conscience. Song Tianyao feels that it’s better to wear a variety of different clothes. What's more, although the denim is very expensive in department stores, it is cheaper to buy raw materials and cut by yourself than custom-made gowns. This batch of dark blue canvas-processed denim garments is used by Meng Yuqing’s father’s tailor shop to practice. It may not be impossible to expand production.

Bringing Lan Gang and others into the wide workshop, Song Tianyao pointed to Lou Fengyun and Fu Yanniang to the elder Qianning Zikun and said: "I have not officially started recruiting workers. You are responsible for sending us to the church. We will give it to him after we learn. Workers, wait for workers to learn, you can go, you don’t need to arrange hair, there is a hair arranger, you can see how the hair is arranged enough, just call to stop, the same is true for weaving, I’m not in a hurry to produce, the same This kind of machine explores the experiment, do you understand?"

"Understood. Understood." Ning Zikun spent more than a month in the custody room of the police station.

Song Tianyao looked at the two hairdressers again, raised an American fashion magazine in his hand, and pulled out the photos of various hairstyles in it: "Thank you for the two masters to help teach them how to make this hairstyle on the wig. Give one, and I pay five hundred yuan per person."

"I have a lot of business, and I don't accept disciples..." A barber may feel that he hasn't received the respect he deserves, and he hasn't bought Song Tianyao's account with a calm face.

Lan Gang directly plucked the hair of the barber: "Your mother, do you want me to throw a few boxes of opium into your barber shop? Don’t believe it? Going? You walk out this door, and I promise that your barber shop is closed. Good luck, Pu Niu, teach people how to do some hairstyles, not to steal your business and kill your wife!"

After Song Tianyao and Lan Gang sang the red face and the white face, the few people brought were all rounded and squashed, and finally obediently, Song Tianyao pressed the switch and the machine roared:

"My first step is taken."

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After Jiang Yongen settled the accounts of Guanya Company, he leaned back on the chair and stretched out his arms, then opened his notebook to check the remaining to-do items this week.

One of them is about Likang. Oxfam’s second free deworming drug distribution is about to begin. Jiang Yongen doesn’t know whether this drug donation will be in the name of Guanya or continue to use Likang’s name, because now Bess The benefits of the wife and others have been taken care of by Guanya Company. The accounts of those people are transferred through Guanya Company. Did you use this donation to transfer the donation of medicines to Oxfam from Likang to Guanya Company? , Two companies are not as convenient as one company.

She called Chu Shuheng, who currently manages Likang, to inquire. Chu Shuheng didn’t know anything about Oxfam’s donation. She asked her to contact the pharmaceutical factory. Jiang Yongen turned out the phone book and called the director of the Xinkang factory who was staring at the production of Huata sugar. Chen Qingwen, Chen Qingwen also said that Chu Xiaoxin was not there, and he did not know how much to donate and how to donate.

After finally contacting Chu Xiaoxin, Chu Xiaoxin asked her to deal with it on the phone. When she asked whether the donation amount was based on the number of medicines or the price, Chu Xiaoxin was not quite sure, and impatiently gave her an address in North Point. , Told her to ask Song Tianyao.

Jiang Yongen asked Liheng’s driver to drive a Ford 49 to take her to North Point. According to Chu Xiaoxin’s address, she saw a factory building with a closed door and only a corner door open.

Compared with other messy factories, this factory made Jiang Yongen feel very comfortable just by looking at the surface. She walked in from the corner door. Before taking the second step, three bulldogs barked at her fiercely across the railing from the side. .

Hearing the dog barking, a sturdy, fat middle-aged woman dressed in a white chef's uniform covered in oil stains immediately poked her head out of a big room that looked like a kitchen, and cut some raw meat to feed the dog. After telling the dog to shut up, he carried a large meat cleaver in one hand and akimbo, and asked Jiang Yongen with confidence, "You can find someone?"

"I'm looking for Mr. Song Tianyao. Someone left me the address and told me that he is here." Jiang Yongen said politely and bluntly.

The cook pointed her hand to the direction of the workshop: "The boss teaches the workers to do things inside, so you can go in and see him."

Jiang Yongen said thank you, carefully let go of the dog cage, and walked out towards the workshop. Just two steps out, the fat chef behind him already cursed:

"Pu you Eminem! Whoever rushes to the street will dare to come to the wall to strike up a conversation, the old lady will let the dog bite off his follicles!"

When Jiang Yongen turned his head, two young men were lying on the front wall of the factory at some point, with their heads hanging on the wall. Obviously, the two young men were scolded by the chef just now. These two young men greeted the chef with a sad face: "Xiong. Sister-in-law, I didn't strike up a conversation again. I just waited for A Fen to get up and ask her to go to the movies. I don't have to be so fierce every time, right?"

The cook girl akimbo with a knife, and is more powerful than the big brothers. She cursed at the two young people on the wall: "If you don't do business, you can't even use money as a woman, so you dare to come here to mess with your sister? Look down and see if the next one is born. Valuable guy, don’t deserve Jiuguang’s sister! Billow, dare to wake up the sleeping sisters in the dormitory room, the old lady castrates you!"

Jiang Yongen’s vulgar words didn’t sound harsh to Jiang Yongen. It was obvious that the chef was protecting the girls in her mouth. She was just curious about Song Tianyao. This guy said he was going to study for a few months now. But quietly opened a factory? Where did I find such a sturdy chef.

After stepping into the workshop, Jiang Yongen was taken aback. There were sixty or seventy women busy in front of various machines, all of them wearing dark blue denim uniforms.

Next to him, a young man dressed in cowboy clothes was leaning over and rinsing his tangled hair from a large bucket. While rinsing, he warned the two female workers around him: "Rinse your hair is not for you to straighten your hair. Take the opportunity to sort them out. Don’t waste time. You mainly wash these hairs quickly and well, and then send them to the workers who operate the sorting machine."

Jiang Yongen increased his voice slightly in the sound of the machine, and asked a female worker who was listening to the explanation of the young man: "Trouble, I want to ask, where is Song Tianyao."

The young man stood up when he heard someone's question. Jiang Yongen was stunned. The young man in front of him was Song Tianyao. At this time, the whole denim was worn on his body. Seeing Jiang Yongen, Song Tianyao grinned: "How can Miss Jiang have time? come see me?"

"You don't want to be a decent secretary, and come to do coolies by yourself? You are not the owner of the factory?" Looking at Song Tianyao, whose eyes were as sharp as before, but with a haggard appearance, Jiang Yongen blurted out in disbelief. This kind of Song Tianyao made Jiang Yongen. I feel a little distressed. How did Secretary Song, who was in a suit and leather shoes talking and laughing, become a dirty worker now?

"My own small business, of course, be careful." Song Tianyao asked the two female workers to continue rinsing as he had just ordered, and then they wiped their hands on the jeans at will: "It's too noisy here. Go to my office to talk."