I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World Chapter 117: Acquisition of food processing plants
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In the morning, Jiang Chen woke up from his sleep. He looked at the pleasant man sleeping like a cat next to his eyes, and there was a smile in his mouth.
Slightly lips, long eyebrows, slightly twitching eyelashes, and that slightly messy hair ...
The porcelain doll's generally fair and fair skin showed a little blush. From the uniform breath of Aisha, Jiang Chen could vaguely hear a trace of exhaustion and happiness.
Last night was really crazy.
Jiang Chen's face turned red when he remembered last night. I do n’t know if it ’s his illusion. He always feels that Aisha will be extremely excited every time he is treated “roughly” by him. Especially the hands were cut back from the back ...
Sorry for touching her nose, Jiang Chen gently covered Aisha's quilt, then quietly touched the bed.
After a long absence, I returned to breakfast.
With a sense of accomplishment, he glanced at the yellow fried bread and oat milk on the table. Jiang Chen nodded in satisfaction.
"Master I really have the talent of a good man." He naughtily hummed a few words, Jiang Chen sat comfortably at the dining table and finished his breakfast. Today he still has very important things to do, so he It started much earlier than usual.
After finishing everything, Jiang Chen left a sticky note on the dining table, and then hummed Xiaoqu out of the house.
Driving in the Maybach, he drove straight towards the suburbs.
For his "Island Purchase Plan", he also needs to do some preparations. And the sooner these tasks are completed, the better. Roberts is estimated to have taken action. To be honest, he was taken aback by his own thoughts. If a careless plan fails, he may be on the blacklist of Interpol.
But as long as it succeeds, doesn't it?
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Opening the hazy eyes, Aisha slowly sat up from the bed. Reaching out the scattered hair, she stared silently at the empty pillow where the remaining temperature remained, so she froze for a while.
She does n’t remember why she fell in love with Jiang Chen, but the feeling of being called like has always been so strong. Whenever I see him, my heart beats and my body heats up whenever I hold him.
Smiling silly, she thought of last night ...
Suddenly she woke up from the trance.
"It happened, I forgot to make breakfast."
In her view, as a qualified wife, she should put a hot breakfast on the table before her husband goes out to work. Although this was not strictly written in the doctrine, it was the family motto of her mother's family.
She has always been so strict about herself. She is well aware that her husband is a very good man, including the woman who came back in his car last time, and his "wife" should be quite a lot. Although she is not jealous, she still desires to be paid more attention.
Including reasonable diet control (she does n’t know that genetic medicine improves her metabolic capacity, no need to control diet and will not accumulate excess fat on her stomach), timely exercise to make her figure look adequate bodybuilding Tempting. That culture medium is also a good thing, and it seems to improve the quality of the skin ... The only flaw is the fibrous catheter that is a little embarrassing.
For housework, she has no ambiguity at all.
But it was so exhausting yesterday, even when she got up this morning, her calf was still slightly sour that she slept in the morning.
Rapidly got out of bed, Aisha simply split a slightly longer white shirt on her attractive jade body, and then ran to the first floor with her thighs bare.
However, she was disappointed, Jiang Chen had already left.
I was annoyed by my "mistakes". After a simple wash, Aisha came to the restaurant with a sullen mood, ready to get some food for herself.
But when she saw the breakfast set on the table, she suddenly froze.
For some reason, she always feels warm in her heart.
A piece of paper was placed on the table. The writing on it was very neat, and she could already understand it at her current Chinese level.
[I will not come to eat at noon, do not wait for me, pay attention to take care of yourself-Jiang Chen. 】
Moving the little hand holding the note to his chest, Aisha's cheeks glowed warmly.
She suddenly remembered it, it seemed that this tenderness made her fall in love with him inextricably.
Although he always had a bad feeling, he always took good care of her, and did not discriminate against her because of his refugee status, and treated her rudely ...
Unconsciously press your hands on your chest, and your index finger gently pinches the collar button.
"Dad, Mom, I am very happy to live in a foreign country, please rest assured ..."
The note was held tightly in her palm, and the girl prayed like this.
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Xinglong Food Processing Factory.
The cement ash wall looks clean and the surrounding environment is pretty good. Although the sparrow is small and has all the internal organs, from the outside, Jiang Chen is quite satisfied with the plant.
Getting off the bus, Jiang Chen looked around and quickly found the person he was looking for.
After seeing him, a middle-aged man who was squatting at the door smoking quickly lost his cigarette **** and stamped it out, and then barely squeezed out a smile, quickly greeted him.
It's just this smile, but it's not much better than crying.
The data clearly says that the man is 31 years old. This eight-meter-eight man hooked his waist, just like an old man with nearly half a hundred years of age. Can only see the helplessness of life.
"Jiang Chen, the information is in the intermediary information, I believe you have read it." Jiang Chen did not comment on this man in his heart, but extended his hand with a smile.
"Zheng Hongjie, the owner of Xinglong Food Processing Factory." Zheng Hongjie took Jiang Chen's hand and shook it, with some reluctant smiles, and then made a gesture of asking Jiang Chen, "Just look at me See the factory. "
"Um." Jiang Chen nodded.
The two of them walked into the plant side by side. Jiang Chen noticed the dust on the production line. It seemed that it had not been started for a long time.
"Two canning production lines, as well as an instant noodle production line and a biscuit and pastry production line. Before, our main business was OEM, but now no one has come to us to cooperate."
Zheng Hongjie smiled bitterly, and then led Jiang Chen to the back of the plant.
"This is the warehouse, including the four acres of open space behind us. I originally planned to expand the plant, but now it seems that it can't be used. The production equipment is discounted by 70%. . This place is slightly more expensive than the factory building, totaling 2.4 million, which cannot be lowered. "
Say, Zheng Hongjie no longer speaks, but looks at Jiang Chen's reaction.
After roughly thinking about it, Jiang Chen nodded with satisfaction.
This price is really fair, even lower than the market price. He had consulted an intermediary before coming, and the estimated value of this plant was around 3 million. Want to come to this Zheng should have encountered some trouble in urgent need of money, or would not be so eager to take off the plant at a low price.
Although he had decided to buy it, Jiang Chen's eyes moved slightly, and he didn't rush to relax, but instead sent a cigarette to Zheng Hongjie with a smile, and then pulled him aside.
"Boss Zheng, I ’m quite satisfied with the price. But there is a place where I am curious. Judging from the construction of this plant, you should not be the kind of person who is not good at operating. Why did you fall to the point of needing to sell the industry? "
Zheng Hongjie was also polite when he took the cigarette delivered by Jiang Chen.
Spitting out the smoke ring, this man in his thirties was squeezed together with gully-like wrinkles on his face, and smiled bitterly again.
"Stock market."
Although only two words, Jiang Chen understood his sadness in seconds. (To be continued.)