I haven't been a boss for many years

Chapter 367

Ma Wang picked up a piece of frozen meat, looked at the label, and cursed, "What the hell? Frozen meat from fifty years ago can still be produced?"

Yuan Bao was standing in the office, with the assembly line production room outside through a glass window.

The workers in the New Territories are wearing gloves and are operating the production. Several horses from He Yicheng are smoking cigarettes and inspecting the production line. Each production team has two or three development supervisors. There are fifty or sixty horses in the whole meat factory. guard.

Bao Yaqiu smiled and said, "What are you afraid of? Is there a shelf life written on the package? You can eat it if you can."

Wearing a suit and smoking a cigar, Zhang Guobin said in a deep voice, "These are all war preparation supplies from European and American warehouses during World War II, right?"

"hey-hey."

"Bingge knows how to do it!" Sanggou rubbed his palms, gave a thumbs up, and praised: "Some of the meat in the food factory is imported for war preparations, and some of the meat is expired meat collected by smugglers."

"Are there any sick pigs, dead pork?"

Zhang Guobin flicked the cigarette ash.

The mourning dog agreed: "Half and half."

"The cost of importing frozen meat alone is actually relatively high. They are all packaged and imported together, and mixed together to make sausages. No one can eat them anyway."

During World War II, Europe and the United States had a large amount of frozen meat in order to prepare for the war. After fifty years, it began to be put into the market step by step.

How big is the amount?
Big enough to sell for decades!
After all, World War II lasted for six years, and the amount of supplies was tens of millions or millions of troops, and the frozen quantity was unimaginable.

These materials have long expired and cannot be listed in their own countries. It would be a pity to give up. Unscrupulous foreign businessmen are eyeing the benefits, packaged them away and quietly exported them to Asia. In fact, this phenomenon also occurs in Europe and the United States. What kind of meat is it?

The materials left over from World War II, in addition to frozen meat, also include arms, ammunition, aircraft carriers, tanks...

Everything is a lot of oil and water.

It's a pity that a small society like He Yicheng is not qualified to get involved.

Zhang Guobin squinted at him: "There's no rat meat, just a messy corpse?"

"Bingo!"

But the mourning dog barked: "You look down on me like this. We have a bottom line in food business. How can we use rat meat or corpse meat?"

"I sent my brother all the way to North America to buy mice?"

"Are North American rats fatter than Xiangjiang? Let me tell you, these frozen meats are mixed together to make food, and no one from the Department of Health can find out. Several big factories are buying meat from us."

The mourning dog lowered his voice: "Commercial secrets, most people don't tell him."

"Ah."

Zhang Guobin nodded slightly, waved his hand and said, "Go to the freezer to take a look."

A group of people walked to the freezer of the factory, opened the door of the freezer, and the pork legs were sealed with plastic film one by one. The pork chops were layered like ice cubes. From a distance, they looked dirty, messy, and had a stench. The number is too large to count, but there is no big problem with the appearance.

Zhang Guobin pinched his nose and gave Yuan Bao a wink. Yuan Bao immediately put on his military overcoat and went into the freezer to search for a while, and soon found a whole, whole pig and chicken under some sealed pig legs. .

"hey-hey."

The mourning dog smiled flatteringly.

Zhang Guobin nodded, and the group left the freezer, then turned around and visited the factory again.

Due to the relatively large scale of the entire food factory, the environmental sanitation of more than [-]% of the small workshops, although the employees have not been sterilized, but who on the Xiangjiang River does this?
In the 80s, it was good to eat meat.

The key point is that there is a problem with the source of meat. A lot of meat has stinked during the smuggling process. If it is sold out, it may not kill people, but it may ruin people.

Zhang Guobin is currently planning his next business, which requires a huge amount of capital support. If it is really a good business, he must make great efforts to develop a meat food factory. However, due to food safety issues, he had to give up the meat food project.

After all, he needs to make a name for himself.

Fish for a lifetime.

The mourning dog said beside him: "Bingo, my European partners are very strong. You can send as much meat as you want, but you need some connections and people to go through the customs."

"He Yicheng doesn't have that much energy. He used to be small and troublesome, but if Brother Bin makes a move, it will be very different. It will definitely develop rapidly. Many businessmen in the mainland want to buy goods with me, let alone Southeast Asia. , Taiwan Island, and places like India, it is good for many people to eat meat, so there is no need to care about the source.”

"We provide him with the cheapest meat in order to do good deeds and accumulate virtue." Sanggou's nonsense is one set, and to some extent it has a certain reference value.

He gave away [-]% of the shares of the food factory. In fact, he wanted Brother Bin to make the food factory bigger. By then, the scale of smuggling would increase by more than ten times, and [-]% of the shares would be more than [-]%. Much before.

Good dog!

Zhang Guobin walked in the factory, sniffing a cigar, and asked noncommittally, "Is the supply of goods from Europe and America sustainable?"

"Hey hey, has Brother Bin heard of the Cold War?"

Sanggou actually talked about the world situation: "The United States and the Soviet Union are fighting a cold war, and the comparison is armaments. There are weapons and cannons in the armaments, as well as dry food and pork."

"Our side is sending it out, and the foreigners are freezing it inside. The goods are delivered year after year. The supply and marketing chain is very stable."

Zhang Guobin nodded and said, "OK!"

"Horse King."

"How about transferring this factory to you?"

He turned to look at one person and said.

Ma Wang shook his head like a rattle, repeatedly refusing, "No way."

"I have so many stables in Hong Kong, testing the clock, managing, and teaching newcomers, I can't keep up."

He didn't have any smuggling brothers under his command.

It will be difficult to adjust for a while.

"Would you like to earn money and not do it?"

Zhang Guobin turned his eyes and stared at Yuan Bao: "Yuan Bao, there is a smuggling brother at your doorstep, this line is in your charge, and you pay the company every month..."

"I'm sorry, Brother Bin." Yuan Bao's heart tightened suddenly, and he quickly bowed and apologized: "My hall has just opened a gambling table in northern Burma, specifically to trick winners into gambling with rocks. I am afraid that I will not be able to spare manpower to work.”

"Otherwise, the society will open the mountain gate again, otherwise I really can't figure it out. As for the amount paid to the society...the business in northern Myanmar has been revived. It must be more than one month every month. I will pay for any less money from my own pocket."

Zhang Guobin looked a little unhappy: "Open the mountain gate!"

"What kind of mountain gate to open!"

"Don't you think the limelight is not big enough?"

one by one,
Nothing good!

"Bao Yaqiu, you are a good brother. You have been in charge of the oil business all year round. The people under your command are very suitable for making meat products. I will convert the shares of this factory into..."

Bao Yaqiu covered his stomach and screamed, "Bingo!"

"what happened?"

Zhang Guobin frowned slightly.

Bao Yaqiu gritted his teeth and said, "When I was a child, I got food poisoning from eating ham. I just reacted when I saw that meat. I endured it for a long time, and now my stomach hurts."

"I can not make it…"

"it hurts!"

Bao Yaqiu wailed, turned and ran to the toilet.

Zhang Guobin held back the anger in his heart, looked at the fleeing figure, and felt an urge to kick him. After restraining the urge, he squeezed out a smile and turned to the side: "Belly text..."

Belly Wen wanted to cry but said without tears: "Brother Bin, if you give it to me, I don't even have the money to give it to you."

The underground clinic under his control is being transformed into a plastic surgery hospital and a private hospital in a planned way. However, the medical investment is terribly consumed, and each transformation will stop the development for a period of time.

Belly Wen is the most famous poor ghost among Yihai's ten best, but he works steadily and steadily, planning for the future step by step.

Zhang Guobin looked unhappy.

Seeing this scene, the mourning dog's heart was beating wildly, thinking that the helmsman and his brothers were playing him, and with a click, he knelt down in front of the parking lot, threw himself on the ground, kowtowed and shouted: "Bingo! "

"Bingo!"

"I was really wrong. I made a thousand mistakes. I shouldn't have joined Bailibo and fought against Yihai. Please, please, please, please let me go!"

Zhang Guobin was completely upset, kicked him away, and cursed: "What are you doing!"

"Where does this gesture put my Zhang Guobin's reputation?"

The mourning dog was kicked away, but he quickly crawled over and hugged the big brother Bin's leg, snotted and burst into tears: "Brother Bin, I have a wife and children, I can't die, don't kill me!" ,Do not kill me……"

Zhang Guobin shouted: "Who do you think I am, Zhang Guobin? Since Hecheng is merged into Heyi, then the Hecheng person is my brother Zhang Guobin!"

"Yes, yes, yes, you are the brother, and I am the number one. I am Sanggou Zhongquan, and I will always be your dog." Sanggou raised his hand to swear, but he was still very nervous in his heart, and wailed: "Please don't refuse the business from the food factory Ah, this is real money, real money!"

"Ugh."

"Ok."

Zhang Guobin was very helpless, and promised: "I will find someone to take over this business, so don't worry any more."

"Get up."

The mourning dog wiped away his tears, feeling much relieved, and stood up tremblingly.

Zhang Guobin glanced at him, boarded the Mercedes-Benz, and drove away with a group of big bottoms. Zhang Guobin returned to work in the Hutchison Building. Ma Wang, Yuan Bao, Bao Yaqiu, and Belly Wen got together to drink tea. In the middle, pick up the teacup and gently blow the tea soup: "Huh."

"Ingots."

"Why don't you accept the pork business?"

"This business sounds very profitable. You are a poor man, why don't you even want the silver paper delivered to your door?"

Yuan Bao slapped the table and scolded: "Ma Wang!"

"Mother Thurei, who do you think is poor?"

Bao Yaqiu tried to smooth things over: "Brother Ma Wang, Brother Yuan Bao, brothers from the same school, don't hurt your peace."

"go away!"

"go away!"

Ma Wang and Yuan Bao cursed sideways in unison, then turned their heads to look at each other, snorted coldly in unison, Bao Yaqiu touched his nose, not paying attention, and Wen Ze said: "My brother Guan Bin doesn't like this very much. It’s a business, and it’s not pleasing to take over if it’s good or bad, so why do you want to do it?”

Bao Yaqiu disagreed: "I think Brother Bin just wanted to beat the mourning dog. Look at the mourning dog behind, haha."

"I don't know!"

Yuan Bao scolded from the side: "Just one thing, don't accept the business that Brother Bin gave up!"

Not to be outdone, Ma Wang added: "Bingo wants a partnership business, go to the end!"

(End of this chapter)