Ningcheng is different from Rongcheng, one is that there are many factories and the other is that there are many mahjong halls.

After leaving the Dafeng Garment Factory, Zhang Fan and his group drove around Ningcheng. When they saw a medium-sized clothing factory, they went in and visited it.

They are blind cats to catch dead rats, but they also have a basic understanding of Ningcheng's clothing factory. In comparison, Zheng Dafeng is still quite conscientious.

There is a factory that even hires child laborers. At first glance, the dozen girls were seen as middle school students who came out to work during the summer vacation.

Chemical fiber fabrics are stacked casually in the corners, without even the most basic fire protection measures.

After leaving the factory, Zhang Zhenzhen asked in confusion: "Why did you deliberately touch the other party's bad head just now? What kind of fire did you pull?"

Zhang Fan smiled. "I won't cooperate with him anyway, and I won't meet in the future. If I offend you, I will offend you."

Although he knew that the other party would take what he said as a fart, Zhang Fan still said it.

Although the result of some things will not change, when you try to stop them, at least your conscience will be fulfilled.

People who are reluctant to buy a few fire extinguishers are so stingy, and it is also great to disgust the other party.

At this time, the dark clouds in the sky were completely gone, leaving only white clouds.

Zhu Lingyue turned her head and asked Zhang Fan, "Boss, where are we going now?"

Zhang Fan took out his cell phone and looked at the time. It was already five o'clock in the afternoon.

The three of them had not had a meal since the morning, so they said to Zhu Lingyue: "I won't look at the factory today, so I'll find a better restaurant to have a good meal."

In a place with a lot of people, Zhang Fan asked Zhu Lingyue's car to park on the side of the road. He got off the car and randomly found a middle-aged aunt and asked, "Auntie, I came to your Ningcheng from Shu Province for a trip. Can you recommend a few time-honored restaurants for me?"

The middle-aged aunt was very hospitable and specially introduced it in Mandarin.

"The oldest brand in Ningcheng is the Zhuangyuan Building, which was held during the Qianlong period of the Qing Dynasty. The restaurants in Dongfuyuan and Meilong Town are also good. Ding Taifeng's Xiaolongbao is also recommended to eat it, and there are also..."

The aunt probably saw that Zhang Fan and his group were outsiders, so she introduced everything very carefully.

Later, I said that I should not go to those places, and it is a special place to trap tourists.

Zhang Fan listened quietly beside her, and after she finished speaking, she quickly expressed her gratitude. "Thank you, aunt, please give me a message."

"No trouble. After you go back, you will also promote it to your relatives and friends. Our Ningcheng is a talented person, so come and have fun more." The aunt waved her hand with pride on her face.

Finally, he said: "Young man, I wish you all a happy time."

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After coming out of the Zhuangyuan Building, Zhu Lingyue rubbed her stomach and showed a look of endless aftertaste on her face, and gave Zhang Fan a thumbs up. "It's a comfortable job for Boss Zhang. She ate well along the way and lived well, just like a self-driving tour, and she had money. It was so miserable."

Zhang Fan burped. "This money cannot be born and cannot be brought with you. Instead of keeping it for yourself, it is better to enjoy it alive and enjoy it."

Zhu Lingyue shook her head. "I don't mean that. I mean I rarely see you as generous as you. Before, I helped a boss drive, and I asked me to eat on my own."

Zhang Fan couldn't help laughing, looked up at the dim moon in the sky, sighed before answering. "Maybe I hope I could meet a good boss too!"

When Zhang Zhenzhen saw that her cousin was pretending to be swearing again, she knocked him on the head. "How old are you?"

Zhang Fan glared at Zhang Zhenzhen. This girl has become less and less concerned about her in recent days and dares to knock on his head at will.

Zhang Zhenzhen was not afraid of Zhang Fan's threat. After covering her mouth and burping, she asked Zhang Fan: "Xiaofan, will we go to visit other clothing factories tomorrow?"

Zhang Fan shook his head. "Forget it, I think it's about the same thing, so I won't waste time. I'll go to the raw material market tomorrow to find a supplier of good quality raw material."

"You get what you pay for." Zhang Zhenzhen reminded.

"We don't have to save money in this regard. At that time, the clothes will be of good quality, good style, and affordable price. They will definitely become popular soon."

"What about the profit? This will make little profit." Although you can figure this out by thinking about it and your cousin knows it well, Zhang Zhenzhen still said it.

"Set a small goal first and don't lose money. When our brand popularity becomes, the money will come automatically." Zhang Fan decided to give Zhang Zhenzhen the poisonous chicken soup.

He himself has no confidence in saying this. The clothing industry is a labor-intensive low-profit industry, and he has an almost unrealistic plan in his mind.

"Anyway, I don't expect to make money on this. It's just to complete the system's tasks. I really want to see if an entrepreneur with a conscience will go bankrupt?"

Zhang Zhenzhen seemed to have a close relationship with Zhang Fan, and then asked: "Will our clothes be OEM in the future?"

After visiting this day, she always had a knot in her heart.

"What if the other party doesn't produce it for me one day?"

Zhang Zhenzhen still had the idea of ​​a small peasant in her mind, and she believed that even leaving clothes to others for production is always an unreliable behavior.

She doesn't know that the current society's party is a father, and the clothing OEM needs as much as you can get, as long as you give it a price.

Clothing is not a chip, it does not have the latter's high technology, only hard-earned money.

Instead of giving Zhang Zhenzhen the importance of social division of labor as before, Zhang Fan stretched his hands and looked at the bustling crowd.

His blue Porsche is particularly conspicuous, and many passers-by will inevitably focus on it.

An sanitation aunt pushed the two-wheeler and walked carefully by it, fearing that she would touch it.

Although Zhang Fan is now the owner of this luxury car, he still can't help but curse.

"This dog-day society has lost its fairness."

Zhang Fan thought about it in his mind, looked at the dim moon in the sky again, and spoke slowly.

"I have a dream now. I want to go against the trend. Those high-end companies are always promoting how good their employees are, but they will never mention how bad the employees are in the companies that do OEMs."

"Looking for Dafeng Garment Factory to do OEM is just a temporary solution. When I... have money, we have to open a garment factory ourselves and not OEM."

"At that time, our clothing factory may not be the largest, but I must make the employees' treatment in the industry top, and I can afford all six insurances and one fund."

"The factory should be high-end, and there will be no shortage of ventilation, air conditioning and fire protection. The health protection of employees must be well protected. My employees will not suffer from occupational diseases just because they have worked for me for a few years."

"I just want to see if the company can survive well in this country if everything is done according to regulations."

As soon as Zhang Fan finished speaking, he saw Zhang Zhenzhen looking at her with admiration, her eyes emitting stars.

"Xiaofan, your speech just now is like Martin Luther King."

As a result, she was rewarded with trembling power by Zhang Fan. The latter glared at her and said angrily: "Don't curse me!"

Zhu Lingyue looked at Zhang Fan who was fighting with Zhang Zhenzhen and shook her head gently.

"It seems that this rich young master has not experienced the beatenness of reality, so he still has such a beautiful dream."

However, in her heart, she hoped that Zhang Fan's dream would come true and that she could work in his clothing factory.

"With the friendship these days, I can be a team leader."

Some passers-by also heard Zhang Fan's speech and couldn't help but shout "Okay".

But after seeing Zhang Fan and his group take a Porsche and leave, they cursed in their hearts.
Chapter completed!