Less than two hours later, A Wei, along with a few of his subordinates, arrived at the factory, and Li Lili was with them.
Under Song Qiao's cost-no-object acquisitions, the machinery was quickly in place, and the manufacturer also sent two large trucks to handle delivery.
"Boss, congratulations, you now have your own factory," Li Lili's voice was somewhat excited.
As an employee who had started from scratch with Song Qiao, she would never have believed this achievement could be completed in less than a month if she hadn't witnessed Song Qiao's miracle firsthand.
Even when A Wei went to the shop to advance funds, she and Lin Jing were hesitant to believe it.
"How much did the procurement cost?" Song Qiao nodded slightly and asked Li Lili.
"Around 35,000 yuan, and I've signed the warranty contract with them. If there are any problems with these machines within a year, the manufacturer can repair them for free on-site."
Saying this, Li Lili handed the purchase contract and receipts to Song Qiao.
"Mm, you and A Wei handled this well. I'll give you bonuses later." Song Qiao was naturally very confident in Li Lili's handling of matters.
He casually took the contract, put it in his briefcase without even looking at it.
At the same time, Mayor Liu had already gathered all the workers at the entrance of the workshop, waiting for Song Qiao's command to start working at any moment.
Looking at the approximately fifty to sixty factory workers in front of him, Song Qiao's heart was incredibly excited. His business was finally beginning to take shape.
He took the megaphone from the mayor and said to the workers:
"I am Song Qiao, the boss of the factory. I've called you all here today to rehire you to continue working in the factory. As long as you meet the requirements, your monthly salary will increase by 200 yuan on top of your original wage."
"As for all workers participating in processing this afternoon, you will receive a 50 yuan subsidy from my secretary, A Wei, before you leave."
As soon as he finished speaking, a look of joy appeared on the workers' faces. It seemed this factory boss was much more conscientious than the previous one.
Not only was there a pay raise, but they also received a daily work subsidy on their first day of trial.
Many had already rolled up their sleeves, ready to give their all here and strive to stay.
"Boss, the people sent by the manufacturer have already assembled the machines, and we can start working anytime now," A Wei ran over and whispered beside Song Qiao.
Song Qiao nodded calmly and instructed the workers to enter the workshop and start working immediately.
The tofu processing plant, which had been idle for a year, roared to life at his command. The occasional rumbling sounds echoed from the workshop.
"Mayor Liu, among these workers, are there any who are particularly skilled and capable? Could you introduce me to them?"
While everyone was busy, Song Qiao suddenly remembered something and quickly asked Mayor Liu.
Mayor Liu was slightly taken aback, thought for a moment, and replied:
"There is one, named Zhang Laicai. He's a retired soldier and has worked in this tofu factory for many years. He was even awarded as a labor model by the town the year before last."
"It's just that his left leg is disabled, but it doesn't affect his work at all."
"If you don't mind, Boss Song, I'll go and call him out right now."
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Not long after, Zhang Laicai came trembling before Song Qiao, feeling somewhat nervous.
He probably thought Boss Song disliked him because of his disability and didn't want to keep him in the factory.
"Boss, you were looking for me?"
Song Qiao nodded and asked him, "Old Zhang, I heard from Mayor Liu that your leg disability was sustained during your two years of military service?"
Zhang Laicai's face immediately turned ashen. He knew it was about this matter. He quickly stammered, "Boss, I, I won't affect production."
Seeing that Old Zhang seemed to misunderstand him, Song Qiao quickly explained, "You've misunderstood, Old Zhang. I'm not going to fire you because of this."
"I heard from Mayor Liu that you have a good understanding of the factory's machinery and I want to ask you to be the workshop supervisor and manage the workers when I'm not here."
Zhang Laicai could hardly believe his ears. He never expected the new boss not only wouldn't fire him but would promote him to workshop supervisor.
This left him momentarily stunned, standing there bewildered.
"Old Zhang! You don't want to?"
Mayor Liu nudged him from the side, reminding him.
"Ah, how could I not want to? Thank you, Boss. I promise I'll work hard." Zhang Laicai finally came to his senses, saying this as he was about to bow deeply to Song Qiao.
Song Qiao quickly reached out and steadied him, preventing his bow. He deeply respected these retired soldiers from the bottom of his heart and wanted to do something for them genuinely.
Moreover, Zhang Laicai was inherently capable, and choosing him as supervisor would naturally win the approval of others.
Just as Song Qiao was considering the future management and development of the processing plant, a strong aroma wafted from the workshop.
The first batch of stinky tofu had successfully come out of the oven. Now, all that was left was to let it cool down before vacuum packaging was completed.
He led Mayor Liu and others into the workshop to taste the stinky tofu.
After tasting it, Mayor Liu's eyes gleamed.
"Boss Song, now I finally understand why your Xiang Piaopiao Stinky Tofu is so popular. This taste is simply amazing."
He had initially been a bit unsure about the quality of the products Song Qiao was processing, worried the factory might not last long.
But after tasting it, he was completely reassured. A product with such a fantastic taste was bound to sell like hotcakes.
Seeing that the factory matters were on track, Song Qiao felt relieved and prepared to leave.
About a dozen thugs suddenly rushed over from nearby, surrounding them.
"You are Boss Song Qiao, right? Our boss has invited you, so come with us," the leader said arrogantly, holding a steel pipe.
Song Qiao recognized them at once as the group who had clashed with Duan Kun a couple of days ago.
His expression immediately turned grim. He said coldly, "I don't have time to meet your so-called boss right now. If he has something to say, he can come and see me himself."
Saying this, he completely ignored the thugs' threatening gazes and, pulling Li Lili along, tried to push through the crowd.
"That may not be up to you."
The thug leader waved his hand, signaling his subordinates to surround them again.
"You're looking for death!"
Seeing that the situation was not good, A Wei roared angrily.
He flashed forward to protect Song Qiao, then drew the dagger he carried, ready to fight to the death.
He now regretted letting the brothers who had come with them leave earlier. Facing over a dozen people with just three of them, they were likely to suffer a great loss.
As swords were drawn and bows were strung, a fierce battle was about to erupt.