Finally, Song Xilai took Cheng Hui to choose glazes. Cheng Hui chose 80 barrels of black glaze and 20 barrels of gold glaze, and agreed to buy them again when they were ready.
Cheng Hui didn't talk to him, but went directly to the office to find an accountant and gave him a cost price.
Gao Yuan pulled Song Xilai to chat, leaving him "no chance" to refuse.
When it comes to how people behave, Gao Yuan's practicality is even better than Cheng Hui's.
Cheng Hui herself was a quiet and introverted person in Lu Junze's impression.
It was later life that forced her to change her appearance, and she learned these skills from Gao Yuan in dealing with various people.
And Gaoyuan is born.
After all, both his biological parents' families are not simple.
When Gao Yuan's biological father found him in his previous life, the first thing he did was to divorce him and marry him a wealthy wife...
"What's wrong?" Gao Yuan asked aloud for the first time after getting in the car.
Gao Yuan, who was still serving as a soldier in his twenties, cherished words as much as gold because of his career, and would not speak when he could.
Only when he faced Cheng Hui alone did he talk more.
Now there were outsiders, but he spoke.
Cheng Hui came back to his senses and said with a smile: "I'm thinking about how to make this thing. I've only seen the theory in books. I haven't actually practiced it yet, so I bought so many things with great fanfare. If I mess up, it will be real. What a joke.”
Cheng Hui said to the driver again: "Brother Wang, please go to the machinery factory."
Gao Yuan saw that she was not telling the truth...
Cheng Hui turned to smile at him, scratched his palm, winked at him, and mouthed: "Go home and tell us."
Gao Yuan's thoughts disappeared as soon as he started, not because he was hiding it, but because it was inconvenient for outsiders to tell.
He pinched the little hand that was about to be withdrawn and was reluctant to let go. He rubbed her long and thin fingers one by one with two fingers.
He squeezed it but suddenly let go.
Cheng Hui glanced at him in surprise and saw him crossing his legs in the narrow back seat space.
Cheng Hui suddenly turned his head and smiled out the car window.
Gao Yuan...can you see all this? I really understand him...
The road was slippery in the snow, and the driver was concentrating on driving. He was a little confused. Just a moment ago, he was too worried to speak, but now he was laughing. He really didn't understand the world of genius.
After arriving at the machinery factory, Cheng Hui went directly to the scrap workshop and had more than 30 iron frames of different sizes made.
The iron frames are two-layered, one inside the other.
Made in a lathe factory with absolute high precision and perfect fit.
But Cheng Hui still made a groove to ensure that the gauze is stronger.
"Engineer, what kind of machine is this?" a worker asked.
Seeing the ordinary iron frame, he couldn't imagine what it had to do with high-precision machines.
He thought that Cheng Hui's actions were definitely high-end.
Cheng Hui smiled and said: "Keep it secret now and we'll talk about it after it's done."
Everyone stopped asking immediately.
"Oh, by the way, one more thing, I have to make three ovens." Cheng Hui took out a simple drawing from his pocket.
They have done it all before, and there are drawings to remind you, it is just a framework, there will be no mistakes.
This person made the decision and nodded in agreement.
He believes in this little thing. If he hesitates for a second, Zhao Daxing will criticize him if he finds out!
Besides, it seemed that Cheng Hui had been promised to make 10 ovens for her, but she never asked for them and said they would wait until she needed them.
Cheng Hui is too busy today. After explaining, she goes to say hello to Cheng Rui and say goodbye.
Cheng Rui immediately said: "Wait a minute, I have a few questions..."
He no longer has a private job. He has been studying CNC machine tools recently and encountered a lot of problems.
"If you have any questions, ask the experts. There are so many experts and teachers here, and there are still a lot of things to do in my factory. Let's go." Cheng Hui smiled at him and turned around neatly.
Zhao Daxing, who was walking in the distance, didn't catch her shadow.
But he heard the words.
His eldest niece wants to give up her life! Leave him alone!
Also, everything she does has a purpose... The reason she helped them solve the problem of CNC machine tools was for the people in their food factory.
Now that the problem is solved, let’s give up!
This, this... He has to think about what other benefits he can offer to retain people!
He understands that if you want a horse to run, you have to give it grass, and he also believes that Cheng Hui is really noble. Real money and silver can't impress her at all. She really cares about their little group.
Everything before is proof!
"Is there anyone else in the factory who is about to retire? It's almost time to retire. At worst, the factory will provide some retirement benefits so that they can be treated like normal workers! Get out of the hole quickly!" Zhao Daxing went back to ask the office director.
"As for the construction team, if Song Xilai takes first place, I have to take second place! It can't be third place!"
"What kind of car did Chenggong take just now? From the department store? From now on, let Lao Sun go to work in the food factory every day! My car is for Chenggong! From now on, Chenggong can only take the car of our machinery factory!"
Zhao Daxing gave a series of instructions.
Cheng Hui has returned to the food factory, followed by a truck carrying the glaze and iron frames he just bought.
100,000 pieces of red paper from the paper mill were also delivered.
People in the food factory, except for a few who were busy producing in the workshop, were all eagerly waiting for Cheng Hui.
What are you doing? Their welfare today is red paper? You can’t use that much, right? They can't finish it in ten lifetimes.
"Hurry, hurry, let's have a meeting." After everyone else left, Cheng Hui called everyone in.
"I'm going to hire 10 more temporary workers. This time I can't use city people, I have to use country people to keep things confidential."
"No, 10 is not enough, we need 40. Time is tight and we have to work in shifts 24 hours a day. It doesn't matter if we spend more money."
Everyone became nervous, what big thing were they going to do?
"I want to make Spring Festival couplets and the word "Fu"," Cheng Hui said.
Everyone...
What's this big deal?
"Forget it, wait until I actually make it, I don't have much confidence." Cheng Hui said: "Only 99%."
Everyone...the factory director is so humble!
Cheng Hui smiled, called Gao Yuan into Guo Dajun's office, and started tinkering.
Ahem, don’t get me wrong, it’s not that kind of messing around, it’s serious business.
Cheng Hui directed Gao Yuan to cut the high-density gauze to a suitable size, fix it in the iron frame, and collapse it tightly.
Then she applied photosensitive glue herself.
This requires some skills, but not too much. The key is to have a steady hand.
Screen printing is widely used. It can not only print patterns on clothes, but also text and patterns on many daily necessities and furniture and home appliances.
When Cheng Hui's small home appliance factory just started, it had limited funds and used screen printing.
So she knows what to use and how to operate it.
Although she has never used screen printing to make Spring Festival couplets, the principle is the same, and she knows that there is a small town in the south, and the whole town is pointing to this technology to make money.
So whether it is theory or practice, this is completely feasible.
"Write a few Spring Festival couplets." Cheng Hui said to Gao Yuan. As she said this, she wrote 10 Spring Festival couplets on the paper and asked Gao Yuan to copy them onto the big red paper.
She knew that Gao Yuan's calligraphy was very good and was taught by his mother when she was still alive.
He started learning at the age of one, picked up a pen at the age of two, and could write with a brush at the age of three.
Although his mother only lived until he was five years old, he had already started.
And for so many years, his calligraphy has never been forgotten. When he has nothing to do, he will write several strokes with his hands dipped in water, and he has already developed his own style.
No one can match his good calligraphy, especially in Cheng Hui's eyes.
