Chapter 265

Tong Xiao had been paying attention to the situation in Jiangzhou. If she had gone down two months earlier, it would have been possible to form a check on Cheng Zhanjun, but now, it might already be too late, so she wasn't as optimistic as Tong Huaiyu.

She had no mood to continue chatting, so she turned her head to look out the train window, and at the same time, the train's broadcast sounded.

"Dear passengers, the train is about to arrive at Jiangzhou Station. Passengers getting off, please carry your luggage and wait at the door to get off..."

Tong Xiao's spirit suddenly became a bit trance-like, and the figure of that big boy appeared in her mind again. I don't know why, the more she wanted to forget, the clearer the memory became.

Tong Huaiyu frowned: "Xiaoxiao!"

Tong Xiao came back to her senses: "I've finished eating, I'm going to the sleeper to lie down for a while." After speaking, she took the Beibingyang soda and stood up to leave.

Tong Huaiyu's frown deepened; he always felt that Tong Xiao was hiding something in her heart....

Zhou Andong returned to the winery, and Liu Qingjun, Xu Jiangshan, and Zhou Mingli also followed. In addition, Qian Zhen didn't return to Jinli County, and several people came to Zhou Andong's office to chat and drink tea.

"Director!" Xu Jiangshan said: "What arrangements do you have for the electronics factory?"

Zhou Andong said: "This matter is not urgent; let me think about it carefully."

Zhou Mingli smiled bitterly and said: "The employees haven't been paid for more than two years; it's urgent!"

Zhou Andong thought for a while and said to Gu Bing: "Keep it in mind, greet the finance section tomorrow, and transfer 1 million to the electronics factory to solve the employees' food and clothing first."

"Okay!"

Gu Bing nodded. The winery lacked everything, but it didn't lack money. It was estimated that the profit tax to be paid this year would reach 20 million.

Liu Qingjun said excitedly: "Director, Secretary, I thank you on behalf of the electronics factory employees."

Zhou Andong waved his hand with a smile: "Don't thank me yet; this money is just borrowed to you, and it has to be repaid."

Zhou Mingli also said excitedly: "Paying interest is fine too!"

Zhou Andong said: "After forming the group, the winery, beverage factory, development company, including your electronics factory, the salary and performance wage standards will be uniformly formulated by the group."

"It will be based on the previous month's output value, total sales, expenses, procurement prices, accident losses, scrap rates, return rates, personnel absenteeism rates, etc., of each subordinate company for notification."

"Here, I require the finance section chief, who will be the CFO in the future, to care about the production, sales, and management of the branch companies and reduce any possibility of cost waste..."

Time passed bit by bit. Zhou Andong spoke casually about the development of the group, and Xu Jiangshan and Qian Zhen listened with great interest.

At some point, they even had an illusion that the person sitting in front of them was not a 27-year-old young man, but a wise old man who had traversed the business world for decades.

"Clack, clack, clack..."

The office door was knocked. Zhou Andong picked up his teacup and took a sip, then said: "Come in!"

The office door was pushed open, and An Jing and Zhou Anqin walked in.

"Sorry!" An Jing saw that there were people inside and said hurriedly: "Seeing the light in your office was on, I came up to take a look. I didn't expect you to be discussing things; we'll go back first."

Zhou Andong checked the time; it was already past 9:00 PM: "It's fine, we're just chatting." Then he said to Liu Qingjun and the others, "It's so late, let's disperse."

"Okay!" Liu Qingjun said with a smile: "Director, listening to you talk is really better than reading for ten years."

Qian Zhen said with a smile: "Qingjun, your flattery is too obvious."

Liu Qingjun said seriously: "This isn't flattery; it's a real feeling."

Xu Jiangshan and Zhou Mingli also nodded: "Indeed, chatting with the director really broadens one's knowledge."

"Alright!" Zhou Andong, this thick-skinned guy, actually blushed a little, "If you keep saying that, I'll really start floating, and you won't be able to catch me when the time comes."

Several people laughed and walked out. After leaving the factory office, Liu Qingjun stretched.

"It's been more than two years, and today I can finally sleep soundly."

Watching Liu Qingjun and the others leave the factory gate, Zhou Andong took out a cigarette and lit it, then threw the cigarette pack with one cigarette left to Gu Bing.

An Jing blinked: "Not going home, why are you standing here?"

"It's so hot, I can't sleep even if I go back."

Zhou Andong sat on the steps at the factory entrance, looked up slightly, and watched the starry night sky in the distance, his eyes becoming a bit ethereal.

In his previous life, Hearing Lao Meng founded Wan Yan, which was successful and brilliant at first. However, he also brewed a cup of bitter wine for himself. The first batch of 1,000 VCD machines launched was almost all bought by domestic and foreign home appliance companies as prototypes, becoming objects for dissection.

The biggest mistake Hearing Lao Meng made was not understanding patent protection, but he thought that in the environment at that time, applying for a patent didn't make much sense; the key was to let the product occupy the market as soon as possible.

It was precisely this moment of hesitation that caused him to lose an excellent opportunity to dominate the market, and at the same time, caused China to lose half of the country that it should have had the initiative in the development of this industry.

In addition, there was another reason that could not be ignored, and that was the limitations of the era. First of all, Wan Yan was still a collective-owned enterprise and could not obtain financial support from more channels.

The relevant departments always hoped to drive the development of the entire industry in Anhui Province through Wan Yan, overemphasizing property rights ownership, pursuing "big and complete," and an emerging industry moved step by step toward the fate of failure under the constraints everywhere.

Hearing Lao Meng raised the banner of China's VCD machines and should have received the praise of all Chinese people, but the rise and fall of Wan Yan was somewhat tragic.

If, when the first VCD machine was developed, a patent had been applied for immediately. If the state had taken out 200 or 300 million to make the plan of Anhui Province as the production and development base for China's VCD machines a reality.

If... there were too many "ifs." Even if just one of them had been realized, the development history of the world's VCD machines might have been written in a different way—an epic of the main melody sung by the Chinese people!

Zhou Andong puffed on his cigarette, his heart moved. Maybe he should really take a trip. They didn't have money, but he did. Not being able to take a stake didn't matter; he would just buy the patent. Anyway, they didn't value it.

"Brother!" Zhou Anqin pushed Zhou Andong, "What are you thinking about?"

Zhou Andong came back to his senses, his mood surprisingly good: "Thinking about your gift."

"A gift for me?" Zhou Anqin said with some surprise: "What gift?"

"Let's go!" Zhou Andong patted his butt, "It's at home, I'll get it for you."

The four people walked toward the dormitory, and Zhou Andong asked An Jing: "Do you have any connections to find me a CFO?"

An Jing was stunned: "Chief Financial Officer?"

"Right!" Zhou Andong nodded.

"I can ask someone to inquire; there must be talents in finance." An Jing said: "However, don't even think about those returnees or anything; no one will come to a small place like Jiangzhou."