Chapter 42: The Brave Warrior Cuts Off His Arm

  The noisy return to the noisy, Qingfeng factory's blade life exceeded 700 mu, and in the comparative test, it also defeated the domestic famous Red Star factory's blade. Lin Anbao admitted defeat and treated Xiao Dongping and Hua Guoying to a table of dishes at the restaurant next door. The economic efficiency of the agricultural materials company is slightly better than that of Qingfeng Factory, and the money for eating can still be taken out.

  "Listen up, kid, confess honestly, have your blades been tampered with?"

  After three rounds of drinking, Lin Anbao began to press Xiao Dongping for answers. In fact, as early as the last time Xiao Dongping came to make a bet with him, he had already guessed that Qingfeng Factory must have done some new processing on the blades, which was why Xiao Dongping had such confidence. What he didn't expect was that Qingfeng Factory's processing technology was so superb that it could actually repair the original inferior products into high-quality ones.

  Xiao Dongping couldn't help but say, "I didn't expect old sly Lin to fall for my trick too, it's really laughable. To be honest with you, our factory has developed a new process called high-frequency induction welding, which has greatly improved the quality of the blades. How about it, old Lin, are you convinced now?"

  Lin Anbao said: "Do you think I'm really stupid? I've known all along that you must have done something behind my back. However, we are old friends after all these years, and I actually hope you can produce good products. The Red Star factory is an out-of-province factory, and using knife blades from other provinces means being controlled by others. How about using the knife blades from your Qingfeng factory instead? Besides, your Qingfeng factory has been declining in recent years, and I also hope this batch of knife blades can help you revive."

  Upon hearing this, Xiao Dongping put away his sarcastic expression, raised his wine cup and said: "Old Lin, ah, adversity reveals true feelings. I know you've always had feelings for our factory. What's it called? Ah yes, it's called 'hating iron for not becoming steel'. As for thanks, I won't say anything, it's all in the wine."

  "Come on, come on, let's have a drink." Lin Anbao hastily raised his cup and drank it all in one gulp with Xiao Dongping.

  At this point, everyone stopped belittling each other. Huaguoying said: "Old Xiao, your technology is impressive! By processing ordinary farm tools like this, their wear resistance can be greatly improved. In the future, can you also help us deal with our farm's plows and other tools? Even if the service life of the tools is extended by 100 mu, it would be very meaningful for us to save materials and time."

  Xiao Dongping sighed and said, "This matter is infuriating to talk about. Our factory director doesn't know what's wrong with him either. Now he's determined to switch to producing washing machines and wants to abandon the agricultural machinery business altogether. As for this high-frequency welding technology, I don't even know if it can be implemented."

  "Haven't you figured it out already?" Lin Anbao asked.

  Xiao Dongping said, "What I brought is just a few samples. We have 20,000 more blades in the warehouse. If we want to do all of them by spot welding, we must use an automatic fixture. But our factory director is opposed to this project now. He doesn't agree, so there's no way to get the automatic fixture."

  "Your factory head is really sick," said Lin Anbao. "A set of dies can be worth a few dollars, if all 200,000 of your knife blades can reach the quality of these blades, our agricultural materials company can buy them all. If we can't digest them in our province, we can transfer them to the Northeast. There are many large farms there, and rotary tillers are the main force for farming."

  "By the way, Old Lin, I'd like to ask a favor of you. Can you issue me a certificate stating that your company can purchase all 200,000 blades from us?" asked Xiao Dongping.

  Lin Anbao thought for a moment and said, "This is a bit against the rules, but since Old Xiao has spoken up, and your blade quality is indeed excellent, I'll make an exception for you. However, I must say this beforehand: when your blades arrive, I will inspect them randomly, and if they are unqualified, I will return all of them, and the inspection fee will be borne by you."

  "No problem!" Xiao Dongping patted his chest and replied, "We are also old factories, and we still have some credit. If the product is not qualified, we will definitely not leave the factory."

  "Haha......" Lin Anbao could only laugh and say, "The razor blades you brought back, are they considered qualified?"

  Xiao Dongping got a bit tipsy from the wine, he refused Hua Guoying's invitation to rest at the farm reception house and hurriedly took the long-distance bus back to Pingyuan. He was worried about the 20,000 blades in the warehouse and was eager to rush back to discuss with Xiang Jiyong and Leng Yuming how to develop automatic fixtures.

  At the gate of the pesticide factory, Xiao Dongping got off the long-distance bus and walked towards Qingfeng Factory. Before he even arrived, he found a large crowd surrounding the entrance of Qingfeng Factory, making a big commotion, and he didn't know what had happened. Xiao Dongping quickened his pace and came to the front, where he saw Xiang Jiyong with furrowed brows and a face full of anger in the midst of the crowd.

  "Wei Baolin, you're really a scoundrel!"

  Xiang Ji Yong pointed with his finger in the direction of the factory department office building, shouting loudly. In front of him, a four-ton Liberation brand large truck was parked, and it seemed that Xiang Ji Yong was blocking the truck from leaving Qingfeng Factory.

  Xiao Dongping looked carefully and saw that the truck's cargo box was fully loaded with boxes of goods. As a supply and sales professional, Xiao Dongping could naturally tell what kind of boxes they were, and it was clear that those boxes contained Qingfeng Factory's rotary tiller blades.

  "Lao Xiang, Lao Xiang, what's going on?" Xiao Dongping squeezed through the crowd and came to the front of Xiang Jiayong, pulling his hand and asking.

  Xiang Jiyong had a bad temper, which was well-known to everyone in the Qingfeng factory. Of course, Xiang Jiyong wouldn't get angry without reason; he would only lose his temper when something extremely infuriating happened. It was also common knowledge that Xiang Jiyong and Wei Baolin didn't get along, but this was the first time he had stood at the factory gate, loudly cursing Wei Baolin with foul language.

  "You ask him, it's the good thing he did with Wei Baolin!" Xiang Jiayong pointed to himself in front of him, and Xiao Dongping only then discovered that Zhai Jianguo was standing four or five steps away from Xiang Jiayong, looking embarrassed and wanting to speak but having no chance.

  "Director Xiang, what are you doing? There are so many workers gathered here. Aren't you afraid of the bad influence?"

  Taking advantage of Xiao Dongping and Xiang Jiyong's conversation, Di Jianjun finally found an opportunity to speak up. As a cultured person, he was no match for someone like Xiang Jiyong who came from a workshop background, whether it was arguing or fighting. Just now when Xiang Jiyong scolded him and Wei Baolin who hid in the office building, he didn't dare to go forward and reason with Xiang Jiyong.

  "What's going on?" Xiao Dongping turned his head to ask the worker beside him.

  "Wei Chang wants to sell off the warehouse of knife blades, but Xiang Chang disagrees." a knowledgeable worker briefly introduced.

  "Sell the blade? To whom?" Xiao Dongping asked in surprise. It's a good thing that the blade can be sold, but who would want this unprocessed defective product?

  "Two cents per piece, who wouldn't want it!"

  "Two cents per piece!" Xiao Dongping also blew up at once.

  The price of genuine rotary tiller blades is 2 to 3 yuan per piece. The 200,000 pieces of blades currently in Qingfeng Factory were returned by the agricultural materials company due to poor steel quality, but if they can be processed with Qin Hai's technology, selling them for over 2 yuan per piece would not be a problem. The cost of high-frequency induction welding is not high, and even if it is averaged out to each blade, it would only be a few cents. Spending a few cents to sell products for over 2 yuan, but instead selling them at 0.2 yuan per piece, isn't this the behavior of a prodigal son?

  "Director Di, is what Lao Xiang said true?" asked Xiao Dongping, looking at Di Jianjun.

  Dai Jianguo said: "This was decided by Director Wei, these blades have become a drag on our factory, doing business requires some courage to cut off the wrist."

  "Damn your mother's cunt!" Xiang Ji-yong cursed. Today, after hearing from the warehouse keeper that Zhai Jian-guo had taken a township enterprise boss to sell knife blades, Xiang Ji-yong was already somewhat furious. When he found out that the knife blades were being sold at 2 cents per piece to this township enterprise, Xiang Ji-yong immediately became enraged beyond control, and all the dirty words he usually didn't say came out, directly inquiring after the female relatives of both Wei Bao-lin's and Zhai Jian-guo's families.

  "Xiang Kelong, how dare you scold people!" Zhai Jianguo muttered to himself. He didn't have the courage to argue with Xiang Jiyong because he wasn't sure if Xiang would escalate from verbal abuse to physical violence. With his small stature, Xiang could knock him down with just one hand.

  "Scolding you is not enough!" Xiang Ji yelled, "You still know about the heroic cut of the wrist, but people who cut their wrists are bitten by venomous snakes and didn't let you cut off your good arm too. These rotary tiller blades, Lao Leng and Qin Hai have already solved the welding process problem, as long as an automatic fixture is installed, it can be processed into qualified blades immediately. 20,000 blades, at least 50,000 yuan in goods, you actually sold them for 4,000 yuan, this is called cutting off your mother's wrist!"

  Xiao Dongping said, "Director Di, Lao Xiang is right, you don't know yet, our blade after the initial treatment, in Yongfeng Farm for plowing test, all the blades of Hongxing Factory were surpassed. The agricultural materials company promised us, as long as we can treat all the blades in the same way, they are willing to take all 200,000 of our blades."

  Duan Jianguo furrowed his brow and said, "Xiao Kechang, business operations can't always be about small calculations, but rather about the big picture of opportunities for enterprise growth. Wei Changzhang has already set a goal to transition to producing washing machines, and this goal has received preliminary approval from the county. At this time, getting bogged down in the details of rotary tiller blades isn't like throwing away the melon while picking up sesame seeds?"

  "This is a full 50,000 yuan worth of goods, how can it be just a small matter?" Xiao Dongping was still trying to persuade Zhai Jianguo.

  "Lao Xiao, you've only calculated the 500,000 yuan in goods, have you accounted for the loss of time?"

  A voice came from behind Jia Jian's body, Xiang Ji and Xiao Dongping looked up to see the factory director Wei Baolin walking towards them with the head of the security department Ma Da Rong and several other security personnel.