Chapter 631: Jujube and Knife

Seeing Jian Qiu pondered for a moment: "The OEM factory's well water can no longer be used. If they want to continue cooperating, they must move the factory. This sum of money is not a small amount either. I'm afraid they can't come up with it."

Zhou Andong said: "It depends on whether the OEM factory has the ability to bite a piece of meat off the paper mill."

Seeing Jian Qiu smiled slightly: "Both sides are local snakes. I reckon in the end, it will be a muddy mess."

"Not necessarily!" Zhou Andong sat cross-legged, his upper body swaying back and forth: "We prepare a big jujube and give the OEM factory a knife. Tell them, as long as they give the paper mill a knife, this big jujube will be theirs. Do you think they will wield the knife?"

Seeing Jian Qiu said: "That depends on whether this big jujube is sweet or not."

Zhou Andong picked up the cigarette beside him, lit it, and threw the cigarette and lighter to Gao Guanglu.

Gao Guanglu caught it in one motion, his hand trembling with excitement as he lit the cigarette. Fuck, the Chairman gave me a cigarette; going back, it's enough to brag about for a year.

"Acquire the OEM factory, increase investment, and build a bottling base in Pingyu County." Zhou Andong said with a cigarette in his mouth, looking at Seeing Jian Qiu, "Is this big jujube sweet?"

"Sweet, for the OEM factory, for the entire Pingyu County, it's cloyingly sweet. But for the paper mill, it's poison." Seeing Jian Qiu laughed, "Look at you, calculating all day long, aren't you tired?"

"Sigh!" Zhou Andong sighed: "In the past, I was poor, calculating all day how to make money so the workers could eat their fill. Now that the family business is big, I don't want to calculate anymore, but there are always people thinking about our family business and calculating against me. You tell me, if I don't calculate a bit, can we keep this family business?"

Seeing Jian Qiu rolled her eyes at Zhou Andong and said to Gao Guanglu: "You go back now, notify President Man to come to the hospital after the wedding."

"Okay!" Gao Guanglu got up and turned to leave.

At this time, the wedding banquet had already begun. Cheng Zhanjun and Deng Zhangli only drank a cup of wine with the bride and groom, then left and went straight to the hospital.

No matter what purpose Chen Zhaoru had in coming to Jiangzhou, as superior leaders, being beaten in Jiangzhou, they were also hard to blame.

Moreover, in terms of handling it, they directly ignored Chen Zhaoru, the leader who was beaten, which could be considered offending him.

If they continued to ignore it afterward, it wouldn't just be a matter of offending people, but of not knowing how to conduct themselves, and there would be no room for reconciliation between the two sides.

After sending these two off, the atmosphere of the wedding banquet became even more enthusiastic. Yao Jun and Tang Wenjuan held their wine glasses and came to the table where Yin Jisheng was sitting.

"President Yin, thank you for being busy inside and out today. I'll toast you."

"Minister Yao, this is all what Little Yin should do." Yin Jisheng was full of smiles, holding his wine glass, "I'll borrow flowers to offer to the Buddha, wishing the two of you a happy marriage, a hundred years of harmony, and an early son."

"Thank you!" Yao Jun thanked him, clinked glasses with Yin Jisheng, and took a shallow sip.

Yin Jisheng drank the wine in his glass in one gulp, then said with worry on his face: "Minister Yao, is Chairman Zhou really okay?"

Yao Jun said with a smile: "He's fine. If something were wrong, would I still be able to get married so peacefully?"

Yin Jisheng nodded seriously: "That's true."

Yao Jun said: "Don't rush to leave after you're done, help me busy myself a bit more and wrap things up."

Yin Jisheng's spirit lifted: "Okay!"

Yao Jun looked at Zhang Tao: "Taozi, thank you for coming to my wedding. Come, brother will toast you a cup."

Zhang Tao hurriedly stood up: "Brother Dajun, congratulations!"

Meng Tianyu also stood up, holding a cup of beverage, and said with a smile: "Brother Dajun, sister-in-law, happy wedding, wishing you happiness and fulfillment, and growing old together."

"Thank you, thank you!" Yao Jun clinked glasses with them, also without drinking much, just taking a shallow sip.

With his current status, apart from the group leaders, no one really dared to force him to drink.

Watching Yao Jun finish toasting at his table and go to another, Zhang Tao looked at Meng Tianyu beside him.

Meng Tianyu secretly held his hand and whispered: "Don't rush, Uncle won't leave, we'll stay too and help busy ourselves."

At this time, Gao Guanglu came, found Man Hongshan, and whispered for a while.

Man Hongshan nodded: "After you go back, handle the things the Chairman explained as soon as possible."

"You haven't eaten yet, right." Du Chunlai said: "Sit here and eat a bite, then go."

"No, no!" Gao Guanglu waved his hand to refuse. This table was full of leaders, how could he dare to sit here and eat? "I'm going to the train station now."

"Go!" Man Hongshan waved his hand.

The wedding banquet ended very quickly. You could see those old ladies wiping their mouths with their hands, then taking out large plastic bags from their pockets, and no matter what was left, they poured it all into the bags, soup and water included.

Qian Zhen, Du Chunlai, and Gu Qing, these group leaders, went upstairs to the second floor, found a private room, and the manager personally served tea, waiting for Yao Jun to finish handling things before going to the hospital together.

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Zhumadian, Pingyu County, Ma Family Restaurant!

The paper mill boss is named Xie Guangher, about forty years old, with short hair, a square face, and heavy stubble on his chin, looking black.

His eyes are big, but his eyebrows are narrow and long, slanting to both sides, looking a bit fierce.

Sitting opposite him was a person who looked ten years older than him, white and fat, wearing glasses.

"Third Uncle, what's the matter with looking for me at noon?" Xie Guangher took a sip of wine, then pressed the roast chicken, tore off a chicken leg, and put it in his mouth to gnaw.

Ceng Rong clamped a peanut into his mouth, crunching it: "I heard that when you were discharging wastewater, you were seen by reporters?"

Xie Guangher curled his lips in disdain: "So what if they saw? Our paper mill is a major taxpayer in the county. Moreover, now the whole country is attracting investment, are we going to close the factory because of so-called pollution?"

Xie Guangher took another sip of wine, then with a bang, placed it heavily on the table. "It's not that I'm arrogant, but if you push me, I'll move the factory. If this place doesn't keep me, there are many places that will. I'll see who's anxious then."

Ceng Rong glanced at Xie Guangher: "The beverage factory's underground well was polluted, causing a loss of more than 200,000 to the Xurishi company. You have a great responsibility."

"What?" Xie Guangher widened his eyes. "That Xurishi wants me to pay? They're having a spring and autumn dream. Don't talk about 200,000; they won't get 20 yuan."

Ceng Rong said: "Xurishi signed an OEM contract with the county beverage factory. If Xurishi wants this compensation, they will ask the county beverage factory for it."

"Then why are you telling me?" Xie Guangher took the chicken leg and bit it fiercely.

"Sigh!" Ceng Rong sighed. "The county beverage factory can't come up with this money, but if they don't pay the compensation, Xurishi will terminate the contract. They finally had a glimmer of hope; if the contract is terminated because of this matter, what will the hundreds of workers do?"

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(Writing about the wedding banquet packing, I thought of going to a rural wedding many years ago, going with an empty stomach and returning with an empty stomach.

When the banquet started, before the chopsticks were even moved, the old ladies at the same table took plastic bags, and as soon as a dish was served, they put it into the bags.

And the old ladies seemed to have allocated it, which dish went to whom, and the scene was very harmonious. In the end, only two cold dishes were left. It's been almost twenty years, and the memory left to me is indelible.

Last year, I went to this place again to give a gift. This traditional virtue was perfectly inherited. However, what comforted me was that compared to many years ago, they became more polite. After the dishes were served, they would ask, "Is no one eating this?" and then pour it into the bags.) ===== CHAPTER 632 =====