The Capitalist’s Spoiled Young Master? Perfect to Take Home as a Husband Chapter 167

"In order not to waste ti, we will adopt a phased delivery thod. The first batch will be delivered in a month, and I will give you at least twenty machines by then," Song Nianchu said after a mont of thought.

"Only twenty?" The factory director frowned slightly.

"I said at least. If we work efficiently, the delivery quantity might double. However, we should still write twenty on the contract first, just in case of any unforeseen circumstances." Song Nianchu handled these matters with ease.

This way, she could reassure the other party without putting herself in too passive a position.

"Alright, we'll do as you say. Deliver twenty machines next month first, but don't just stick rigidly to this number. The more, the better." The factory director stared at Song Nianchu with burning eyes.

"Okay, I will definitely keep a close eye on them," Song Nianchu replied.

"I didn't bring the contract or the official seal with . How about you co back to the factory with now so we can sign the contract?" The factory director felt he had co a bit too hastily earlier; he should have prepared everything in advance.

That way, they could have signed the contract right then and there, saving Song Nianchu the trouble of running back and forth.

"Sure." Since there was a business deal to be made, Song Nianchu didn't mind the walk and readily agreed.

"Let's go then." The factory director stood up.

"Okay." Song Nianchu gestured for the factory director to lead the way.

After the three of them reached the courtyard, Song Nianchu went to tell Mu Shi'an.

"I have to make a trip to the county town. I might be a little late coming back, so go ahead and eat dinner without waiting for ."

"Alright." Mu Shi'an knew Song Nianchu was going to handle serious business, so he nodded in agreent.

Only then did Song Nianchu leave with the factory director and the others.

Upon returning to the factory, the director imdiately had soone prepare the contract, listing everything they had discussed earlier item by item.

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"Comrade Song, I thought about it, and you don't have to wait until you have a full twenty machines to deliver. You can hand them over one by one as they're finished. I'll just send soone to pick them up, so you won't have to trouble yourselves with delivery." The factory director was truly getting impatient.

Hearing this, the smile on Song Nianchu's face naturally deepened.

"Sure, as long as you don't mind the hassle, that works for ."

"Then it's settled. Once you have one ready, just send soone to notify ," the factory director stated firmly.

"Okay." Song Nianchu nodded, then rembered sothing else and asked, "What about the fishing nets from our village..."

"I'll take them, I'll take them all!" The factory director instantly guessed what Song Nianchu was going to say and waved his hand generously.

"Then I can rest easy." Song Nianchu nodded repeatedly.

"Xiao Yuan, see Comrade Song out." The factory director glanced at He Zhiyuan beside him.

"Right away." He Zhiyuan imdiately made an inviting gesture toward Song Nianchu.

After leaving the fishing gear factory, Song Nianchu walked for over two hours before arriving back at Qinghe Fishing Village.

Sure enough, by the ti she reached the village, the sky had completely darkened.

Song Nianchu didn't rush ho right away; instead, she first went to Wu Zhenggui's house.

Wu Zhenggui's family was eating dinner. The food on the table was much more abundant compared to before. Although there was still no at in the dishes, the portions were at least much larger.

"Chu, what brings you here? Have you eaten yet? Hurry up and join us." As soon as Wu Zhenggui saw Song Nianchu, he imdiately greeted her.

"No need for dinner, I ca to see you about sothing," Song Nianchu politely declined with a smile.

"Let's go inside to talk then." Wu Zhenggui said as he was about to get up.

"No need, it's the sa if we talk here." Song Nianchu stopped Wu Zhenggui.

After all, there was no need to hide these matters anymore.

"Tell then," Wu Zhenggui nodded.

"I went to the fishing gear factory today. Brother Gangzi should have told you, right?" Song Nianchu began.

Wu Zhenggui nodded. "Yes, your Brother Gangzi told . He said the factory director of the fishing gear factory had so big business to do with you."

"Yes, it is indeed a big business deal." As Song Nianchu spoke, she handed the contract she signed with the factory director to Wu Zhenggui. "He ordered five hundred net-weaving machines from our village."

Wu Zhenggui's hand holding the contract suddenly went limp, but Song Nianchu caught it with quick reflexes.

"How... how many did you say?" Wu Zhenggui looked at Song Nianchu with an expression of sheer disbelief.

"Five hundred machines." Song Nianchu held up five fingers and waved them in front of him.

"Fi... five hundred machines? How much money would that be?" Wu Zhenggui was completely dumbfounded.

"But I didn't ask him for money," Song Nianchu added.

"What? You didn't ask for money? Is it daylight robbery?" Wu Zhenggui's heart imdiately leapt into his throat again.

"It's not daylight robbery. We're adopting the sa cooperation model as our village. We provide them with the machines for free, and they pay us rent," Song Nianchu explained.

"I see." Wu Zhenggui breathed a sigh of relief again, then looked at Song Nianchu sowhat reproachfully. "Chu, please don't beat around the bush when you speak in the future. You made my heart jump up and down, I almost couldn't recover."

"My mistake." Song Nianchu smiled sowhat sheepishly.

She had just wanted to give Wu Zhenggui a surprise.

Wu Zhenggui took the contract Song Nianchu handed him again and flipped through it carefully.

"The rent on here is only eight percent?"

"Yes, because they are requesting a relatively large quantity, I gave them a slight discount." Song Nianchu nodded.

"That works." Wu Zhenggui agreed repeatedly, then recalled sothing. "But aren't five hundred machines a bit too many? Will Comrade Mu be able to make them all?"

"That's the second reason I ca to find you. I want you to allocate more manpower to Shi'an. The previous five apprentices are now ready to graduate. We can have each of them take on five apprentices of their own, which will perfectly form a specialized woodworking factory," Song Nianchu said.

"Our village can even open a woodworking factory?" Wu Zhenggui felt that happiness had truly struck too fiercely all at once.

"Why not? This is an order for five hundred net-weaving machines. Even an ordinary factory might not receive this many orders," Song Nianchu parted her lips to say.

"That's true." Wu Zhenggui instantly smiled so widely that his eyes crinkled into slits.

"When the ti cos, ask those newly arrived refugees to see if any of them are familiar with carpentry. Those with experience will get the hang of it much faster," Song Nianchu reminded him.

"Alright, I'll go ask tomorrow." Wu Zhenggui agreed repeatedly, then recalled what Song Nianchu had said before and laughed, "No wonder you previously said that our village taking in a hundred people wouldn't be too many. So this is what you were waiting for. Were you already thinking about opening a woodworking factory back then?"

"It was just a rough idea at the ti. I originally planned to go talk to the fishing gear factory after our village got electricity. I just didn't expect them to take the initiative to co to us first," Song Nianchu said slowly.

"That's because you are blessed, and we get to share in your good fortune." Wu Zhenggui felt that their village's current state was entirely due to Song Nianchu's contributions.

"I wasn't the one who built this machine, you know."

"Isn't what your man made practically the sa as what you made? By the way, how are things going between the two of you?" Wu Zhenggui asked.

"What do you an, 'how are things going'?" Song Nianchu asked in confusion.