"No, Uncle Zhao, I ran over from all over the place, so you have the nerve to drive me away? Meeting is fate. Uncle Zhao, your guest is my guest, right? I'll treat you."

Xiao Su was sitting on the sofa at Lao Zhao's desk, and he was still holding a document on the table in his hand. He was missing.

"You can invite a nonsense guest, you can go back first, and we will talk in a few days." Lao Zhao said while accompanying Zhang Yanming to the sofa and sat down.

"This is Lao Yu's child in the steel mill. He used to be acquaintances and was hung on the steel mill Guomao." Zhang Yanming asked without any use, and Lao Zhao introduced Xiao Yu.

The so-called hanging thing means that you have a position but don’t go to work, and you can also use the name of the unit to call the wind and rain outside (scam to cheat). This is the privilege of the corporate master, and it is not a rare thing.

There are many steel mills like Guomao, such as the sales office of the Guomao Special Trade Office, which is spread all over the country, and are basically the territory of the young masters of these groups.

Lao Zhao's son was originally one of them, but later he started his own company and was about to get on track.

The main thing is to make these people feel wronged as workers, and they feel that they are slow to go to the factory and become cadres, so they can build a new unit without showing off and being free, just right.

They use the resources and products of steel mills to earn money for individuals, keep income safe from drought and flood, have a wealth of wealth, and have no cost. They are quite happy.

This is also the reason why they can always suppress Sun Hongye and the others. They are rich.

They are all entrepreneurial experts who start from scratch.

Zhang Yanming nodded and ignored the matter. He didn't want to ask Xiaoyu what he came to find Lao Zhao.

Old Zhao still can leave it clear. Not to mention that he doesn’t have a chance, he won’t do anything that is unfavorable to him even if he has a chance. He dared not.

Special steel and special plate factories are actually operated in a closed manner. From raw materials to product out of stock, they are internally digested and do not face the external market. At least they have no spare energy to face the external market at this stage.

The demand from your own home cannot be supplied.

"I've been here all the way."

This Xiaoyu put down the documents in his hand and walked over: "If you meet them, let's go together. Are you guys? What do you guys do? Look at them and have a look."

The security guard reached out to stop Xiaoyu, fumbled on him skillfully for a few times, nodding to indicate safety.

"What does this mean?" Xiaoyu was stunned and didn't react. He turned his head to look at Lao Zhao.

"You don't have a secretary or assistant?" Zhang Yanming asked Lao Zhao.

"Yes, I'm worthy. I can't do it if no one helps me. Now that I'm old, my memory and energy are not enough to keep up, so I can't do it without anyone helping me."

Zhang Yanming pointed to Xiaoyu: "How can you enter and exit your office at will without our factory staff? You can also read documents at will. What do your secretary and assistant do?"

Lao Zhao was a little embarrassed.

As a factory director, how can you let others go to and from your office at will? It’s just that this little thing was indeed what he told the secretary, so there is no need to stop him.

As a result, Zhang Yanming happened to meet him, and he happened to see Xiao Yu flirting with the documents. He was also unlucky.

There is no confidentiality, and documents involving confidentiality cannot be placed on the desk at will. The key is that this behavior itself should not occur.

The main reason is that these young men are accustomed to going to and from offices at all levels of steel mills, and they are used to reading documents at will. They do not regard themselves as outsiders at all, and feel that they have this privilege naturally.

"No, what does it mean? This is? Uncle Zhao." Xiaoyu stared at Lao Zhao with his eyes, his face a little red.

He felt that he was insulted... either felt or was insulted.

It feels a bit like the feeling of being blocked in the toilet by a gangster when I was a child, and it is both ashamed and angry. The memories that have been pressed down on my heart for many years were suddenly revealed.

"Why are you staring at? Your dad is also like this when he comes. Why do you say you are touching my files? Did you read that?"

"It's not a secret, so I just looked around. I had nothing to do. What's the situation? This is it?"

"You have something to do with Director Zhao?" Zhang Yanming asked Xiaoyu.

"Ah, there's something wrong. Isn't this about talking about business with Uncle Zhao? Who are you?" Xiaoyu looked at the security guard twice, then looked at Zhang Yanming.

With Lao Zhao's words, his anger was so suppressed that he was now curious.

"What business?" Zhang Yanming asked Lao Zhao.

In this situation, it seems that Xiaoyu doesn’t plan to leave. It is unlikely that he will tell Lao Zhao anything, so let’s get to know it.

Lao Zhao shook his head: "What kind of business can it be? This kid wants to supply raw materials for us, and then he also wants to adjust steel at a fair price. That's it.

I told him a few times, but he didn't believe it, so he came here several times."

This is the main business method of these group young men, looking for acquaintances to work hard, and using his father's face to work hard. Whether it is internal or external, you can make profitable things, just go a few trips.

Anyway, it means burning some gasoline, and you can add it inside the steel mill without investing any cost.

Moreover, the success rate of this method is quite high. Generally, you can get some business more or less and earn hundreds of millions and eighty millions of dollars.

When Lao Zhao was choosing a factory, he found Xiaoyu, and grinded some iron powder share, and then sent it to Longjiang with the steel factory's car skin. There will always be a profit of several million in a year.

He opened his mouth inside and outside, and he didn't need to touch anything.

As long as you can reach out to make money, there are not many ways to make money, and it is basically easy. Even if you pick up ore along the railway, you can get dozens or millions of dollars a year.

The main thing is whether you can get the opportunity and whether you have the face.

To put it bluntly, these people only know this routine. They can do something else, but they can't do something with real guns and ammunition. They can't even help them.

"Can you get rare earths?" Zhang Yanming asked Xiaoyu.

"Not a rare earth, the raw materials he mentioned are steel ingots and iron ingots, and the things in the steel mill. Find a price difference."

"Then forget it. The steel mill itself is a shareholder. We must guarantee the interests of shareholders. If you can get rare earths, you can talk about it."

"This is my boss." Old Zhao told Xiaoyu about Zhang Yanming's identity: "Others go back and ask your dad."

"I asked my dad."

Xiaoyu replied with confidence: "I can't come even if he doesn't agree, right? You don't spend too much and make a lot of money, why bother?

I really don’t give this little face? Uncle Zhao and my father are still a shareholder of this factory, right?”

"What's your dad a shareholder? The shareholder is a steel mill, and your dad is just the manager of the steel mill."

"Isn't that the same thing? My dad's final word is enough."

"You go back first," Zhang Yanming looked at Xiaoyu: "I will chat with you if you have the chance in the future. Director Zhao and I still have something to do."

"No, I really don't give you any face?" Xiao Yu's eyes glared again: "My dad's face is not easy to use? So do I need to go to my Uncle Li?

Is it so awesome to set up a factory? Do you still have to rely on the steel mill to supply raw materials? So what if the raw materials in the steel mill are tight?

Besides, aren’t you just a shareholder? My dad is also a shareholder, why are you worse than you? He’s so awesome. I’m so old and haven’t been searched yet. This is over?"

"What are you talking nonsense about Xiaoyu?" Factory Manager Zhao stood up: "Are you drunk too much? Go back quickly, I'll talk to your dad on the phone tonight."
Chapter completed!