"Huzi, there is no problem with being a factory manager, but you know what a factory manager should do? What kind of responsibilities should you assume?" The father Zhang Yingjie looked at his son's tender face and felt a lot of emotion in his heart. His son grew up and knew how to make progress.

If my son from another family wants to usurp the throne and ride on me, he will definitely be furious. The scolding of thunder and rain is light, and if he doesn't do it well, he will even add fists and feet.

Before I die, you dare to think about my position and want to be the leader of my family.

Zhang Junping's father was actually more joyful than surprised and did not feel angry at all.

I think my son wants to be a factory manager, which means he has ideals and pursues progress.

It turns out that my son is so arrogant that he has no principles.

My uncle had a dark face, rolled his eyes, and said nothing.

Even our uncle Zhang Yingwen, Dong Yaojun, and the villagers and employees in the factory all looked like they were not surprised.

"Dad, of course I know!

Don’t forget, I grew up in a furniture factory since I was a child!

Later, when I returned to the village, you were worried about the factory every day. I felt distressed when I saw it, so I thought about what I should do if I was the factory director!

Based on the situation we encountered in our factory, I slowly thought about it, and when I thought too much, I would have some ideas!" Zhang Junping showed a well-behaved smile.

This is Zhang Junping's magic weapon. Every time he makes his father or mother angry, he will please the other with a well-behaved smile and ensure that he can pass the test smoothly.

"Then tell me, what do you think?" my father asked with satisfaction.

My son knew that he felt sorry for him, and it was not in vain.

snort!

You all say that I spoil my son so much, and I will suffer in the future. Look, your son knows that he feels sorry for his parents?

Will your son worry about his parents?

Will your son have a lot of brains to think about the development of the factory?

I am really worthy of being my son!

Good thing!

Zhang Yingjie's face was full of pride and he glanced at his brother-in-law.

Dong Yaozong narrowed his eyes, turned his head aside, and said nothing.

His wife and nephew's performance today did make him look at him with some admiration.

"Dad, I've been wondering why our furniture can't be sold?

Are our furniture bad?"

"Why is it not good? The furniture I made will not break even if it is used for a hundred years!" When it comes to whether the furniture I made is good, my father was full of confidence, straightened his chest and said loudly.

“Yes, the furniture in our factory is excellent!

These tables, chairs and cabinets are all real materials. Not to mention a hundred years, as long as the wood does not rot, it will be fine even if it is used for a thousand years!" Zhang Junping flattered his father in a small blow.

"A thousand years, it's a bit exaggerated! It's still okay to use it for hundreds of years!" My father smiled happily and said modestly.

"Dad, you are too modest. Who doesn't say the furniture you make is good?

Back then, senior officials praised the furniture you made for being beautiful and sturdy!

Many leaders of the prefectural committee have appointed them to use the furniture you made!”

"That's all the past, why are you talking about him?" Zhang Yingjie waved his hand proudly.

Dong Yaozong looked at Zhang Junping and his son, saying speechlessly, and coughed dryly.

Talking about serious business! You've been praising it all the time?

Dong Yaozong also wanted to know why furniture couldn’t be sold. "Hu Zi, continue to say, why can’t our furniture be sold?"

"Uncle, what era is it now?

Reform and opening up!

It’s no longer the time to eat big pot meals before!

It used to be the era of planned economy, but now it is the era of market economy!

To be precise, it should be the transitional era of the transformation from a planned economy to a market economy!

Why can't we sell it? Why are so many factories in trouble?

Because everyone is used to waiting, damn it, if we don’t have the orders given to us by our superiors, we don’t know how to do it ourselves and don’t know how to sell the furniture factory!

Also, everyone used to it. What you owe me and I owe you!

I have never even cared about the payment!

I hold my mind, it’s all the country anyway, and the meat is rotten in the pot!

If you do this, you can do it before, but you can't do it in the future!

We must keep up with the central government's policies and keep up with the pace of reform and opening up, otherwise we can only be like today, when the furniture factory is dissolved and everyone will go home to farm!

There are also many lands in our village. When you go home to farm, raise some chickens, geese, and pigs. Although there is not much money in a year, you will never go hungry..."

"Stop talking about those useless things!

You are what to do, don’t tell me those big principles and big policies!" My uncle had a dark face and impatiently interrupted Zhang Junping.

"In a word, we find a market ourselves and find ways to understand what kind of furniture customers need!

Find a way to sell the furniture factory and take back the money!”

"It's simple! Everyone can tell the truth, how should we do it?

How do we know what kind of furniture customers need?

We are not familiar with the place, so when we go out, we are blind. How can we sell it?"

"Come on, uncle, let's talk about the development of furniture factories!" Others are afraid of their uncle, but he is not afraid, so he smiled and retorted.

Once, in the last life, Zhang Junping was very dissatisfied with his uncle.

Because, if it weren't for a phone call from my uncle, he would have been a serious city man.

Although I live in it is not as big as it is now, and although it is also a bungalow, there are three houses.

How great it is in the city!

It was because of my uncle's phone call that my father quit his job in the city and returned to the countryside, turning him from a child in the city to a child in the countryside.

Therefore, he always complained about his uncle. With his uncle's black face full of pockmarks, Zhang Junping was naturally not very friendly to his uncle.

"You guys are looking for a beating, right?" Dong Yaozong glared at him, rolled up his sleeves and threatened.

Zhang Junping turned around and left.

"What are you doing?"

Seeing Zhang Junping suddenly turned around and walked out, Dong Yaozong hurriedly called him.

"I'll go to my aunt's house!" Zhang Junping didn't look back and opened the door.

When Dong Yaozong heard this, his scalp suddenly became numb, and the little bastard was going to file a lawsuit again.

"Three, call Hu Zi back quickly! This is the main thing!" Dong Yaozong had no choice but to ask for help from his brother-in-law.

"Yes! It's important to be honest, but someone interrupted it again, rolled up his arms and sleeves and wanted to beat someone up!" Zhang Yingjie did not call his son, but said quietly.

In a word, Dong Yaozong couldn't speak.

Everyone else is not serious about the fun, and they don’t care about the matter. They just need to take a bag of melon seeds and move a stool to watch the show.

Anyway, my brother-in-law is a big deal to criticize my brother-in-law.

"Okay, okay! I'll stop talking, right?

Call Hu Zi back and let him talk carefully about how to understand the customer needs and how to sell furniture!" Dong Yaozong had no choice but to raise his hand to admit defeat.

What can he do if he has a wife with Voldemort?

Having said that, if it weren't for Voldemort's attributes, how could Zhang Yingmei be so beautiful, so how could she marry him?
Chapter completed!