Yellow Mud Hillock Safety Office.

The director received a phone call and hurriedly called two staff members to come to the east gate.

Looking up, the street rascals of Yellow Mud Hillock were attacking the toy factory security.

And in the small alley diagonally across from the east gate, there were several familiar figures walking towards an unlicensed van.

"Director, I recognize that van. It seems to be Black Tiger and his gang."

"Not seems, it is him."

"Weird, what are they doing in Yellow Mud Hillock?"

"Never mind that, first stop those hooligans!"

At this moment.

Three engineers who were preparing to go to Small Lake Town, and had just passed by, heard the conversation and exchanged glances. They turned their heads and ran towards the small alley diagonally across from the east gate, and managed to open the van door and get in before Black Tiger arrived.

On the other side.

Black Tiger called the toy factory in Small Lake Town and falsely reported military information, "Director Hu, it's done!"

"Good, the earthwork project in the northeast corner of the new factory area is yours."

"Northeast corner? Wasn't it supposed to be half of the entire factory area?"

"Tiger, I can only give you half. I can't explain it to the richest man in the county. After all, he is the investor and the contractor."

"Alright, the northeast corner it is."

Black Tiger hung up the phone, got into the van, turned the key, and prepared to leave.

At this moment, a certain little brother who had gotten into the back seat trembled and asked with a trembling voice, "Boss, do you feel like the car is a bit crowded?"

"Nonsense, eight people sitting in seven seats, it's bound to be a bit crowded."

"But I always feel like there are more than twenty people in our car."

"???"

Black Tiger looked up and saw through the rearview mirror that there was a little "biubiu" on the back of his head, and his little brother was either lying in someone's arms or sitting on someone's lap, not daring to make a sound. "Speak up if you have something to say."

"Are you Black Tiger?"

"No, boss, I'm Tiger Cub, Little Tiger, Little Black."

"Let's go, let's go to your place for a few days."

"Okay, boss!"

Black Tiger obediently turned the key and started the car, feeling that he had never driven so gently before.

...

At the entrance of the toy factory.

"Little Xu, if something like this happens again, you must call immediately."

"Okay, thank you, leaders."

Xu Fei saw off the director of the safety office, the two staff members, and the two captured street rascals, and turned to look at the five spies who were in a sorry state.

No, they were the five security guards of the company.

"After witnessing your performance, I am both moved and gratified. Medical expenses will be fully reimbursed, and each person will receive an additional 200 yuan. I hope everyone will continue to work hard together to create a stable, beautiful, and safe tinplate home!"

Clap, clap!

The old electricians, workshop workers, sanitation workers, and salesmen who had gathered around applauded enthusiastically, and also looked at the security guards with trust and encouragement.

In fact, the five spies didn't want to continue working and planned to leave without saying a word.

But they had all survived minor illnesses and injuries, and if they suddenly left, they wouldn't be able to get any more money except for the envelope given by Hu Zhen. Wouldn't that be unfair?

"Hold on, hold on, we'll get two months' salary at the end of the month."

Thinking this way, the five security guards raised their arms and shouted, "For the tinplate, protect our home!"

Black Tiger, who was being pointed at the back of his head with a little "biubiu", drove by with full concentration, and caught a glimpse of this scene from the corner of his eye, showing respect.

Such loyal and dedicated security guards!

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...

11 o'clock in the morning.

The Tinplate Toy Factory welcomed a car worth 600,000 yuan and a Ford Titan worth 500,000 yuan.

Xu Fei, dressed in formal attire, accompanied by stylish Lao Huang and burly finance manager, walked out of the office to greet them.

Zhang Shiren, who was engaged in foreign trade, got out of the car and glanced at the factory area, nodding secretly.

For a newly established branch factory, leasing an old factory area in the early stage, starting production and promoting orders in the shortest possible time, and then building a new factory with the continuous profits, was undoubtedly a shortcut.

It also indicated that this company had a great dependence on its channels.

And with dependence, it meant that the delivery price could still be greatly reduced.

"Young and promising, Xu Fei, you became the director of a foreign enterprise branch factory at the age of sixteen. I hope you will take care of us in business in the future."

"Mr. Zhang, you're too kind. Please come in."

Xu Fei's father had seen bosses of all sizes from home and abroad in the fan factory, and even provincial discipline supervisors and inspection supervisors...

Xu Fei had been exposed to this since he was young and was not unfamiliar with receiving guests.

Entering the office, good cigarettes and tea were served, and there was not too much small talk with the other party. They went straight to the point:

"Mr. Zhang, as you can see, the factory is newly built, so we can only settle the payment in cash."

"I understand. I wonder how much goods can be provided this time?"

"Ten types of clockwork tinplate toys, 10,000 pieces of each type."

"It's a bit few."

"We will supply more with subsequent expansion."

"That's good."

Zhang Shiren smiled slightly, "Director Xu, since you are the director of a foreign enterprise branch, I wonder if you can obtain the authorization for which branded toys?"

"Don't laugh at me, TEP has just come to China for development, and the procedures have not been completed yet. Currently, we have temporarily not introduced any cartoon characters or well-known brands."

"What a pity, I wanted to get some Mickey Mouse, Donald Duck, Pikachu and other figurines and plush toys."

"They will definitely be available in the future."

Xu Fei planned to sell caterpillar tracks, so he naturally wouldn't waste energy exchanging for new basic production lines.

Wait, after repairing the module, the basic production line could produce slightly more complex mechanical devices.

He wondered what could be produced by exchanging one.

In the morning, the construction engineer and the trained dog spent 50,000 energy in one go.

There was still 153,000 left...

After chatting for a while, Zhang Shiren introduced the boss of a fellow company.

The other party was also engaged in foreign trade distribution, mainly selling to Indonesia and South Vietnam.

As a result, out of the 200,000 inventory, 150,000 were divided between the two.

Xu Fei originally planned to clear the inventory, but when welcoming the two big bosses, Lao Huang secretly gave a signal, saying that there was a fertilizer business owner coming to visit in the afternoon.

After finally persuading the other party to cross industries and do business, he had to leave something for them.

150,000 toys, priced at 1.5 yuan each.Total: 225,000 yuan for the goods.

At noon, a full donkey feast was ordered from the donkey meat restaurant. During the meal, they chatted about the past of Yellow Mud Hillock. In the afternoon, three extended container trucks arrived. Regardless of whether the goods were packaged or not, they were all loaded onto the trucks, and then the payment was made at the post office.

The first order was completed just like that.

After seeing off the other party, a bald, rough man with a big belly soon arrived.

The man was very down-to-earth. As soon as he got out of his small Volkswagen, he cursed, "Damn it, such a glorious factory back in the day has been suppressed to this state by those bastards. It's so annoying, even I'm not living comfortably, stuck in this bird feather fertilizer factory."

Xu Fei didn't know how to respond to this.

However, the fact that the man was speaking up for his grandfather gave Xu Fei a slightly warm first impression of him. "Brother, please come in."

"Heh, you kid, you've become the Factory Director before you've even grown a full beard. You must be quite capable." The rough man grinned, "I'll say it upfront, if the quality of the toys is not good, I'll smash your factory."

"..."

"If the quality is good..."

As the rough man walked into the production workshop and saw the fierce dog, he exclaimed, "Wow, this is a good dog!"

Saying this, he was also afraid that the fierce dog would bite. He turned his wrist to lock the dog's neck, opened the dog's mouth with his other hand, casually stroked the dog's waist, and patted the dog's eyes. He then turned around and said, "200,000!"

"???"

"200,000, will you sell it?"

After Xu Fei recovered from his surprise, he put his trembling hand into his pocket, "That's a bit low."

"How much do you want?"

"500,000!"

...

In the evening.

At the sales department of the tin toy factory.

Old Huang and twenty salespeople sat at their desks with wooden expressions, lost in thought.

Xu Fei was half-lying in a rocking chair left over from the fan factory, equally confused.

After all the effort of making a batch of toys, dealing with power outages, setting up the factory, recruiting workers, and even fabricating a story about a foreign enterprise, the money he earned in the end was not even as much as three stray dogs.

Payment for the toys: 225,000 + 75,000 yuan.

He climbed over the wall, trained three stray dogs, waited for an hour to lead them back, performed for the fertilizer factory boss showing that three plus one equals four, then performed a cigarette search. After bargaining, the total was: 1.5 million yuan.

As for the fierce dog, it definitely couldn't be sold. It belonged to the village chief's family. Principles must be upheld.

But the problem was, even military dogs weren't this expensive.

Especially older military dogs.

Xu Fei opened the virtual page and looked at the small map.

The three stray dogs were moving at a speed of 350 km/h in an unknown area.

Were they on a helicopter?

But I sold them, and I can still give orders. Do they still belong to me?

'Huh? The unknown map lit up, a military dog breeding base?!'

'These three stray dogs are really lucky.'

'I just don't know if the offspring will be mixed breeds or excellent military puppies.'

'If they are mixed breeds, I don't know if they will accuse me of selling fake goods.'