Chapter 503: Let’s Sit Down and Talk

Li Yi's first impression of Lao Ci was that he was easy-going. read

In fact, this statement is not very appropriate, but in the eyes of the old smoker, it is indeed like this. He came out in a hurry without even wearing a suit jacket, which shows that the boss himself does not have much airs, and people who have airs will always Why don't you stand up without even putting on your clothes?

So this boss probably doesn't have so many rules in mind, and maybe that's why he thinks he can buy a meat factory at such a young age.

There is also the smile that naturally appears on Li Yi's face, and that look in his eyes, which is a look of confidence, and he has a winning chance!

It seems that this factory director is not simple either.

Although Lao Yanqiang is the descendant of Jianggan, it does not mean that he is uneducated. On the contrary, Lao Yanqiang has actually studied abroad before! And the results are pretty good!

At the Ivy League, Lao Yanqiang took a course called psychology. He could judge a person's personality through his actions, eye expressions, etc. The results were generally the same. They are also inseparable.

Li Yi noticed that Lao Yanqiang was observing him, so he just smiled and said:

"Old sir, don't you know what to call me?"

Li Yi didn't know where the old man was standing, but he knew that since Wei Sanpao brought the old man here, it meant that the attitude of Jianggan Old Workshop was already here, and it was obvious that he was unwilling to conflict with them. .

In this case, it's easy to handle, isn't it?

Of course Li Yi himself has never studied psychology, but he has been looking at people for fifty or sixty years. Naturally, he can see that there is no hostility in this old man, and there is more possibility of cooperation.

The most important thing in doing business is to be friendly and make money. If you are willing to sit down and talk, that is more than half of the success.

The old smoker waved his hand and said:

"My name is Wen Sanyuan, and my nickname is Lao Smoking. You can call me whatever you want!"

Li Yi nodded and said softly:

"Mr. Wen, look at the current situation..."

The old smoker said in a deep voice:

"I don't know these people, and I didn't find them. My old man can't afford to use such despicable methods!"

Li Yi felt confident, turned to look at the scar-faced middle-aged man who had just come back to his senses, and said in a deep voice:

"Didn't your brother have food poisoning? Why did he run faster than anyone else just now? I didn't realize that he still had some strength hidden in him!"

The scar-faced middle-aged man looked sinister and said in a deep voice:

"Boy! I think you're tired of living! Stand up for me! Hit me!"

At this moment, waves of sirens sounded, and several police cars appeared from two directions, all of the very common type 212, surrounding the scar-faced middle-aged man and his subordinates.

In fact, when they heard the siren, Scarface's men were all dumbfounded. They didn't expect the police to come so quickly, and more importantly, they didn't expect Li Yi to actually call the police.

Scarface's first reaction was to run! He immediately climbed over the wall and prepared to jump into the opposite yard, but was directly caught by a police officer wearing an olive green uniform and knocked to the ground.

It was easy to tell who was the good guy and who was the troublemaker. The workers in the factory were all wearing work clothes. The gangsters in front of them wore strange clothes and had all kinds of outrageous hairstyles, making it easy to distinguish.

A middle-aged policeman in uniform with a Chinese character on his face walked up and asked:

"Who called the police?"

Li Yi walked forward with a smile and said:

"It's me. These people are falsely accusing us of food safety problems. We don't agree to compensate, and then they will destroy our factory..."

The middle-aged policeman nodded, his expression softened a little, and he said in a deep voice:

"We are very familiar with these people. They are all people who often stay in the bureau. They have not caused any property damage to you, right?"

Li Yi shook his head and said:

"I guess they wanted to cause some reputational damage to us, but now that they have solved it in a timely manner, there shouldn't be any major problems."

"Excuse me, comrade police!"

The policeman nodded, waved his hand and said:

"It's not a trouble. Serving the people is not hard work!"

Then, the middle-aged policeman continued:

"I might have to trouble you to make a transcript and tell us what happened. Since this matter involves defamation and failed blackmail, it's a bit serious!"

Li Yi nodded, then turned to Wei Sanpao and said:

"I'll go to the police station and we'll talk about it when I get back!"

Then he turned to the old smoker and said:

"Old man, let's talk in detail later!"

Once dried soy sauce is done, it will become a big market. How could Li Yi let it go so easily?

Looking back, it is not that spicy strips and dried soy sauce cannot live in harmony. As long as dried soy sauce solves the problem of preservation and goes global, there may not be room for development in the future, and even the recipes between the two can be interchanged. Sharing, as long as it allows Jianggan to continue to be passed down, carried forward, and changed, what can it do?

It wasn't until he saw Li Yi driving away in a police car that Smoking finally figured out something.

So, he turned to Wei Sanpao beside him and said:

"Can I go in and take a look? Come to your factory and have a look?"

Wei Sanpao raised his eyebrows and said:

"Of course, let's go! Old gentleman!"

Although he knew the old man's nickname was Old Smoker, Wei Sanpao still maintained due respect.

Old Smoker rubbed the pipe in his palm, followed Wei Sanpao, and walked towards the production workshop of the food processing factory.

Along the way, he saw the magnificent momentum in the workshop, and there were machines one after another, and hundreds of employees were busy in the workshop. Such a lively scene made Old Smoker narrow his eyes slightly.

In any case, such a scene made Old Smoker look familiar, as if he saw himself just following his master into the workshop fifty years ago, and the scene in front of him could slowly overlap.

In the past, the dried bean curd workshop was not small, much larger than the current production workshop. In the whole of Jiangping, their workshop was the largest, and the dried bean curd they produced was in short supply! Whether it was people from nearby towns, people in the village, or people from big cities, they all liked to buy some dried bean curd and take it home to give to their children or relatives and friends to taste.

In a blink of an eye, the big workshops disappeared, leaving only some small workshops along the banks of Chanshui River, and fewer and fewer people bought dried bean curd.

Looking at the modern production workshop, the old smoker narrowed his eyes. If dried bean curd could also be produced like this, there would be no regrets!