Zhao Tiechui talked about the significance of setting standards.

Yu Fengqing remembered it: "I want to check the relevant information about this. It seems that this is a very great thing."

After saying that, Yu Fengqing said again: "I want to find Team Leader Meng. If I always advise you, it is all for work and I can't lose my temper like a child. This is not appropriate."

"Go, he is such a fool, and he will be hard in the future. The light worker department needs at least two main groups, ten auxiliary groups, and several deputy groups to see the situation. He can't see through this, and his hard life is not over. By the way, I'll ask by the way, what mess Xiaobai is going to produce again."

Yu Fengqing also smiled: "Okay, I'll go and have a look."

Zhao Tiechui pointed to the main building: "Believe me, Meng Feifan must have gone to see Director Fu."

"I'll go and have a look."

That's right, Meng Feifan is really here with Fu Qiang.

Fu Qiang hugged the enamel teapot with a history of 30 years, and looked at Meng Feifan happily and got angry.

"Director Fu, there is no such thing. There are so many people coming from our three groups to be responsible for the work related to Renren's clothing. Last time, I endured what cat clothes I wanted to produce. I also endured it. What is he going to do now? Let us make fast babies, two cents a pair."

Meng Feifan yelled for a long time: "Director Fu, this is not suitable. We are professional. We are quite proficient in textiles. This messy thing wastes a lot of our manpower. In addition, how much can we earn by a pair of fast-sellers and two cents? This is purely just thinking about it and it is just about giving it out."

Fu Qiang pointed his finger behind Meng Feifan.

Meng Feifan turned around and saw Bai Hao biting a cigarette and leaning against the door frame with a smile on his face.

"Hmph!" Meng Feifan didn't want to pay attention to Bai Hao.

At this time, Yu Fengqing also arrived and was about to come forward to persuade him.

In her opinion, it is all for work.

Bai Hao reached out and signaled himself to do it.

Bai Hao walked to the small blackboard in Fu Qiang's office and wrote down a number.

"Little Japanese, on average, each person consumes 200 pairs of single-use fasteners every year, and in a year it's 20 billion pairs of doubles. What is a single-use fastener? Is it really good to make wood? Is it enough to cost? So, it uses scraps and fast-growing poplars. But this kind of thing is not very valuable. Bamboo, it's a little more exquisite, three-point or five-point, and this kind of business is calculated to be a cent."

Although Meng Feifan gave birth, he also listened.

Bai Hao continued: "What is bamboo? Bamboo is grass."

"A more professional term is called tall wood-like grass plants. It's just a wooden trunk."

Bamboo is grass.

No one will argue against this, because it is knowledge.

"Bazhou, I don't have time to go. I heard that there are so many bamboos in Bazhou that I can't finish firewood. In a village, I buy a set of machines and a total of 100 million double disposable bamboo fasteners a year. What is the output value and how many people can be rich."

"It can't be done."

Professional people are here.

Ma Daqiang came to Fu Qiang to sign, and when he heard Bai Hao's statement, he directly refuted it.

“What can’t be done?”

Ma Daqiang replied: "I can figure out the principle of the machine you mentioned. If the nine factory arranges people to redesign it, 80,000 pairs per day is the limit. You can't build such a small-scale village-level machine. Judging from such a large room, it cannot exceed 100,000 pairs per year, so it is impossible to have 100,000 pairs per year."

Damn it.

Bai Hao didn't expect that he was talking about this.

"I'm just making an analogy."

Meng Feifan went straight to the point: "It's not that big. The scale of the bamboo garden, the annual output of bamboo around the village, and the total transportation volume of fast-moving pigs is impossible for a village to produce 100 million. Calculated by a radius of three kilometers, eight million pairs are the economic balance point. If it is farther, it requires high raw material transportation costs."

"Okay, a village with five million doubles of one-time fast money, one pair of three cents a year, yes, 150,000 operating income, do you dare to have 20,000 yuan in profit?"

Meng Feifan grabbed a pile of draft paper on the table and smashed it at Bai Hao.

Then he cursed: "Damn it, you bastard."

After saying that, he walked out and said as he walked, "I want to go back and study it. I also need to conduct a field investigation in Bazhou, a bastard, a bastard."

Meng Feifan knew that this was a good job.

The gross profit is higher than expected, because the bamboo garden belongs to the village, and bamboo can be said to be costless.

If you don't cut it, it will continue to grow next year.

That's really the case, bamboo is grass.

Bai Hao shouted again: "By the way, there is also bamboo charcoal. It's also a good business, really."

"Don't bother me." Meng Feifan walked away without looking back.

Yu Fengqing quickly chased after him.

Just at the entrance of the main office building, Yu Fengqing said: "I have talked to Team Leader Zhao, and I feel your question is..."

In fact, without further ado, Meng Feifan was awakened in just one sentence.

When Meng Feifan strode towards his office, Bai Hao trotted and quietly stuffed Meng Feifan a black bean.

Meng Feifan was about to refuse, but Bai Hao whispered: "Previous Minister Yang is soft-hearted. If it were me, I would cry for her. This thing is a baby. Scrape some powder under the soapy cork and suck it into your nose bit by bit, so that you can't stop crying for half an hour. You can't even cry if you don't want to."

"Also, you can scold me and scold me hard. We are in the same group, really."

A few minutes later, Meng Feifan returned to the office.

Looking at the soap cork given by Bai Hao.

Meng Feifan hesitated for a moment. As Bai Hao said, he scraped a little...

In an instant, tears flowed down.

He started crying to his superiors with tears and snot, "Deputy Chief Yang, we are so miserable. Seven of our team members have stomach problems and don't even have time to eat. You don't know, Bai Hao wants to take on any business, he makes a nest for the cat a few days ago, and then a few days ago he wants to make clothes for the cat."

"We are specialized in charge of everyone's clothing, and there is no unnecessary man to deal with these messy things."

"You don't know what kind of one-time fast he has done. He has to sell it to the Japanese island for 20 billion pairs a year. How many bamboos do we need to cut, and we can't finish it even if we are exhausted."

"Zhu Factory, Bai Hao is a little black-hearted guy. He treats us all as donkeys, with a basket on his head, and grinding around in circles without any black or white. The grinding will never be finished. On the day I came to Zhu Factory, and there were people I brought. We didn't take a holiday, and we never got off work before nine o'clock in the evening."

"You don't know that at the beginning, the canteen brought the meals every day, and the food was very good. We were very grateful. But after a long time, we figured it out that Bai Hao, a black-hearted guy, saved us the time we walked to the canteen, and he couldn't stand us a little empty."

"Everyone's affairs have just been sorted out, and I don't know how much work has been piled up."
Chapter completed!