The strongest fairy doctor in the city

Chapter 894 A Pair of Clogs

The Bei Nai Paper Mill is located in the eastern suburb of Yunhai City. For the convenience of operation, there is a reed bush near the suburb, which was planted by the Bei Nai Paper Mill itself.

It can be said that compared to the scale of the Bei Nai Paper Mill itself, this conspicuous reed bush has become a symbol instead.

Qin Lang successfully found Bei Nai Paper Mill and stopped at the main entrance.

Knowing that he was not familiar with the boss of the paper mill, Qin Lang handed him a pack of cigarettes without waiting for the guard to ask if he had an appointment with the boss.

"I'm here to talk to your boss about something, and I want to buy a batch of kraft paper from you."

The doorman saw that there was a cigarette, and this young man who was driving a Lamborghini in broad daylight was even less likely to come to trouble their boss. After all, for a person who can afford such a luxury car, the boss can only treat him respectfully.

Naturally, the passage went smoothly, Qin Lang drove the car into the factory, and drove towards the yellow three-story building that the guard said.

However, he happened to meet a middle-aged man in blue overalls on the road, and Qin Lang stopped the car and chatted with him.

Qin Lang used cigarettes to shorten the distance between him and the other party, and deliberately complimented the other party a few times, then took out the kraft paper that was half the size of a palm, and asked the other party if the Bei Nai Paper Mill was still there on the grounds that he wanted to buy this kind of kraft paper produce this paper.

The reason why Qin Lang did this was because he was worried that if the kraft paper involved the group of Japanese gathered in Loquat Mountain, the boss of the paper mill would definitely not tell the truth.

And the middle-aged worker he picked had a bitter face, obviously he didn't do a good job in the factory, and he didn't have a strong sense of belonging to the paper mill, so he was suitable for cross-examination.

Of course, whoever works in a small private company, if the salary is low and the benefits are poor, no one will have a sense of belonging to the company. Qin Lang himself has experienced this.

Take him as an acupuncturist at the Kangle Health Club. At first, his performance ranked at the bottom of all acupuncturists for two consecutive months, and he faced the risk of being fired by his boss, Tang Xue. Apart from desire, there is absolutely no sense of belonging to the Kangle and Health Club.

Therefore, he asked this middle-aged worker, added some small favors, and asked no confidential questions, so he should be able to get the answer he wanted.

really.

The middle-aged worker was not wary at all, but shook his head and said disdainfully: "Boss, are you planning to buy kraft paper of this quality? This paper looks smooth and looks good, but no one who knows how to do it will Buy it, unless you intend to buy this kind of low-grade kraft paper."

Qin Lang deliberately pretended not to know, and asked: "The quality of this kind of kraft paper, is it really not good?"

"Of course." The middle-aged worker seemed to have no sense of belonging to the paper mill, and said, "If the quality is good, it will definitely open up the market, but this kind of kraft paper was produced four or five years ago, and it was planned to be the main product at that time. Well, boss, you don’t know. At that time, the owner of the paper mill said that he would be able to use this kind of kraft paper to win the battle and let the factory expand rapidly. At that time, our workers were also excited. The factory expanded and there were more orders. We can get more wages if we produce more. ah."

"Damn it, the market for this paper is not good at all, and the factory is still half-dead. At that time, I said, if the factory owner is willing to spend money, introduce more advanced machines to produce better paper, the factory will be revived. He doesn't believe it!"

Seeing that the middle-aged workers were standing in the factory and complaining loudly, Qin Lang couldn't laugh or cry.

It seems that this middle-aged uncle really has a lot of dissatisfaction with Bei Nai Paper Mill.

"Then this kind of kraft paper is produced and found to be not selling well, so we should stop production."

Qin Lang asked.

"Isn't it? If the sales are not good, the more you make, the more you will lose money. Production was discontinued four years ago, and not many were sold. Most of them are still piled up in the warehouse and moldy."

Qin Lang did not expect such a result.

This kind of kraft paper, which looks good on the surface, has been discontinued a long time ago, and there are not many sold at all.

In other words, most of this kind of kraft paper is still stored in the warehouse of the paper mill, and the Japanese who used this kraft paper to draw Kunlun orders may have taken it directly from the warehouse.

Of course, this is only one possibility.

Another possibility is that the Japanese who painted the Kunlun order got this kind of kraft paper from other sources. After all, after the kraft paper was produced, part of it was still sold.

The question was almost finished, Qin Lang asked the last question.

"Uncle, according to what you said, the Bei Nai Paper Mill doesn't seem to be operating satisfactorily. Why is it that the boss is still operating after five or six years of operation? It should still make some money, right?"

The middle-aged workers curled their lips, annoyed at mentioning this: "Anyway, our workers haven't seen that the boss has made money, or the wages have been delayed for three months, and the salary has not been paid. Most of the factories are in debt. As for why the boss still operates , then I don’t understand, maybe the boss deliberately cried poor in front of us.”

Qin Lang nodded, then said, "Thank you, uncle."

After bidding farewell to the other party, Qin Lang continued to drive towards the yellow three-story building.

He could tell from the status of the workers here, the facilities of the factory, etc., that the operation of this Bei Nai paper mill was indeed not ideal.

At least, the owner of the paper mill lost money in the paper business.

But the problem is, the boss continues to operate after losing money, so the question arises, why is the boss willing to continue to operate at a loss?

It's definitely not that the boss is stupid and has a lot of money.

And this place is not close to the city, and there is no rumor that it will be demolished, so it is obviously impossible for the owner of the paper mill to make a fuss about the land here.

"There should be a reason."

Qin Lang said secretly in his heart.

Before arriving at the three-story building with yellow outer walls, Qin Lang went up to the third floor and found the factory director's office directly.

After knocking on the door and entering, Qin Lang noticed a pair of wooden clogs lying on the corner of the office door. Qin Lang quietly looked away, and only stopped for a moment on the pair of clogs before looking at the person behind the desk. Middle-aged fat man with headphones playing with computer.

This fat man was a little wretched, but also a little shrewd. He was Zhao Guangming, the owner of the Bei Nai Paper Mill.

Zhao Guangming turned up the volume of the earphones a little louder, and Qin Lang could hear a faint panting sound, mixed with the flax groaning that is unique to island actors.

This guy has been watching porn in broad daylight, and he doesn't even bother to lock the door, Qin Lang is a little speechless.

In fact, this can also reflect that the business of this Bei Nai paper mill is really not good, otherwise Zhao Guangming would not be so idle.

"you are?"

After discovering Qin Lang, Zhao Guangming put down his earphones, made a sound in doubt, put his hand on the mouse, and turned off the video.

"Oh, I want to come here and find a job."

Qin Lang showed a mentality similar to that of a job seeker. Instead of pulling up a chair and sitting down, he stood in front of the desk and said to Zhao Guangming.

He didn't really come to the paper mill to buy paper. If he wanted to trick Zhao Guangming, he would naturally find an excuse.

Just now this guy was busy watching the porn, he didn't know that he was driving a Lamborghini luxury car, not to mention that the clothes on his body were not expensive clothes.

"Young man, you are so young and tall, you come to our small factory to apply for a job? You are not kidding me, are you?"

Zhao Guangming obviously didn't believe it.

Qin Lang gave him the feeling that this young man seemed to be significantly different from a college graduate who had no hope of finding a job. The temperament of this young man was not even possessed by his boss.

"I didn't tease your boss, I just want to learn some papermaking technology and understand some papermaking industry." Qin Lang said.

"Oh, you want to practice with me first and learn some basic experience."

Zhao Guangming thought he had guessed the opponent's intention.

Otherwise, he doesn't think that the other party is really here to do hard work. The workers here are all from nearby places, and they are all in their 50s and [-]s. They have better jobs. Who would come to his small factory to work.

Qin Lang nodded, acquiescing that Zhao Guangming's speculation was correct.

However, Zhao Guangming shook his head directly afterwards: "Even if it's an internship, my factory doesn't make money, the market won't open, and I can't hire more people."

"But I heard that the business of your paper mill, boss, is good, and the products are very distinctive. I heard that there are Indians and Japanese looking for you to do business with you. I think your paper mill, boss, must have its own characteristics. I don't want money. , How about giving me an internship opportunity?"

Qin Lang said with a smile.

Zhao Guangming became alert all of a sudden, but this fat man was also shrewd, and the strange color in his eyes flashed away quickly, as if he had never been alert before.

However, how can this be hidden from Qin Lang's eyes?Qin Lang just remained calm and didn't point out.

Zhao Guangming looked at Qin Lang again, and felt that something was wrong with Qin Lang, not like a job seeker, so he said: "I am a small factory, and the business is very sluggish. In this way, you can go to other paper factories, maybe those big ones A medium-sized paper mill needs people like you."

After speaking, Zhao Guangming put on the earphones again, which meant to see off the guests.

Qin Lang caught the strange color in Zhao Guangming's eyes before, that's enough, the matter has a clue, he doesn't plan to press Zhao Guangming now.

"Okay, that bothers me."

Qin Lang smiled, turned and walked out of the office without even looking at the pair of wooden clogs in the corner.

After seeing Qin Lang leave, Zhao Guangming immediately took off his earphones, supported his head with his hands, and tried his best to think.

"No, he's not a job seeker."

"The past few days have been very uneven. Junben Ichiro's people died in Loquat Mountain for no reason. This period of time is too sensitive. No matter whether this young man has anything to do with Junben Ichiro, I have to be careful."

Zhao Guangming blinked his small eyes, got up and walked out of the office, went to the corridor, and looked outside the building.

Seeing this, Zhao Guangming's heart skipped a beat!

The young man who came to "apply for a job" actually drove a Lamborghini supercar!
"Niang Xipi's!"

Zhao Guangming is very jealous!
This car cost at least 1000 million, he couldn't even afford it, would someone who can afford such a super luxury sports car be a hard-working job seeker?
Zhao Guangming panicked for no reason, turned around and hurried back to the office, picked up the phone and notified the security department.

"Keep an eye on the guy driving the sports car. If you find him staying in or around the factory, notify me immediately!"

After hanging up the phone, Zhao Guangming accidentally caught a glimpse of the pair of wooden clogs he had placed in the corner, his expression changed again, and the uneasiness in his heart became stronger.

The wooden clogs were just for him to wear on a whim, but anyone with a little common sense knows that these things belong to the Japanese country, and no one in the country would wear them if they have nothing to do. There is friendship between people, and he can't refute it himself!
"The young man didn't know if he saw these wooden clogs?"

Zhao Guangming was worried, when the phone rang, and the security department reported to him that the person driving the Lamborghini sports car had already driven away from the Bei Nai Paper Mill.

"Is it a false alarm?"

Zhao Guangming was dubious.

(End of this chapter)