Siheyuan: starting from signing in to get roasted pig's trotters

Chapter 227 Talking about cooperation

Seeing the rolling pin thrown by Shazhu, Xu Damao wanted to hide, but his body just didn't obey, and he was hit by it.

"Are you still showing off your power here? Hurry up and go home and have a look, the debt collectors are all in the courtyard!"

Sha Zhu shouted loudly, but Xu Damao's heart was shocked by these words.

The man jumped over the wall and left. Xu Damao didn't expect to visit his home, he only thought about the restaurant.

"Oops, it's broken!"

Xu Damao let out a loud cry, dropped his things and ran towards the house.

"Don't go back, silly Zhu, show me the shop!"

Xu Damao had already disappeared, but his voice still remained in the shop.

Silly Zhu looked at the back of Xu Damao leaving, and couldn't help laughing.

Although such a small episode was encountered, it did not affect the speed of Sha Zhu's work.

Ten minutes after Shazhu entered the kitchen, all the owners invited by Zhao Aimin also arrived.

In the matter of eating, Zhao Aimin felt that he did not find the wrong person.

Five minutes after the guests arrive, the dishes are served one by one, which is the best speed for eating.

"Director Zhao is also well-known, I offer you a toast."

It was one of the guests who spoke, who seemed to be in his 40s, and this behavior reminded Zhao Aimin of Deputy Director Li.

"Master Liu, you are being polite. You are an elder, so I, a junior, should toast you first."

Zhao Aimin raised his wine glass with a smile, and drank it down in one gulp, causing everyone to applaud.

This wine was brought by Zhao Aimin from Xifeng. Although this is Sijiu City, there are not many people who can drink such good wine.

So when the three masters saw Xifeng wine on the table, one of them stared bigger than the other.

After drinking for three rounds, Zhao Aimin finally talked about the cooperation of cotton workshops.

Surprisingly, the three of them were very interested in the project Zhao Aimin mentioned, and expressed their willingness to cooperate with Zhao Aimin.

After finishing the cotton workshop, Lin Feng, the director of the weaving factory, will be next.

Lin Feng is also well-known in Sijiu City. There is only one weaving factory in the whole Sijiu City, and the scale of the weaving factory is almost the same as that of a rolling mill.

Watching the three leave, Zhao Aimin then turned back to the back kitchen to find Sha Zhu who was eating.

"Zhuzi, thank you so much for today."

Zhao Aimin had a smile on his face, and his tone was very kind when talking to Sha Zhu, which made Sha Zhu feel inexplicably comfortable.

"Brother Min, what did you say? I can't count how much you have helped me over the years, but I just helped to cook some dishes. How is it going? Has the matter been settled?"

Silly Zhu wiped the oil stains on his mouth indiscriminately, and laughed.

Zhao Aimin nodded, and directly made an appointment with Shazhu for the next meal, and asked Shazhu to come over and help cook.

Sha Zhu also readily agreed, Zhao Aimin is not the kind of person who picks and searches, and every time Sha Zhu cooks, there will be more food, so he can bring a lot of leftovers home.

When Zhao Aimin got home, Wang Lin had just cleaned up the dishes.

"Why have you been out for so long? Have you eaten yet?"

Wang Lin didn't even raise her head, she just focused on clearing the dishes.

"Look at what this is?"

After hearing Zhao Aimin's words, Wang Lin looked up.

"Isn't this the roast duck from Quanjude? You bought the roast duck after running all night?"

Although Wang Lin was blaming, but she was sweet in her heart, and hurriedly took the roast duck over.

But at this moment, Wang Lin smelled the alcohol on Zhao Aimin's body.

Wang Lin frowned indiscriminately, and began to ask Zhao Aimin's whereabouts.

"I have a shop on the street, and I haven't told you about it before. I was thinking about setting up a shop. Today I went to three cotton workshops, and then there was a weaving factory."

Zhao Aimin didn't hide it either, but about the source of the store, Zhao Aimin still mentioned a different source.

After hearing this, Wang Lin also understood that Zhao Aimin was planning to set up a clothing store.

"Indeed, now individuals are gradually prospering. I think you want to catch up with this trend!"

Wang Lin smiled and put the roast duck on a plate.

"I really think so. Besides, if you look around, we only have monochromatic clothes, and few even have new clothes. They are all mended and worn out."

Zhao Aimin paused and continued.

"There are weaving factories in Sijiu City, but no clothing stores. If we can do it, at least we don't need you to stay up for several nights to sew our own clothes."

What Zhao Aimin said made Wang Lin nod her head again and again. Wang Lin still agreed with what she said.

"Then what are you going to do? To make ready-made clothes, you need to have a factory and recruit a lot of female workers."

Hearing Wang Lin's words, Zhao Aimin couldn't help but smile, he knew it was right to add up to Wang Lin in this matter.

"It's hard to find female workers? It's hard to find female workers who know how to use a sewing machine."

Zhao Aimin has already made up his mind and plans to introduce sewing machines in the factory, the processing speed will definitely be much faster than hand sewing.

Furthermore, in this day and age, the sewing machine can be regarded as one of the three revolutions. If you can use the sewing machine for work, it will take a long time to go out and talk to people.

"Sewing machine? You really want to get a big one this time."

Wang Lin couldn't help laughing, although Wang Lin felt that Zhao Aimin had this ability, but from the perspective of risk, Wang Lin was still a little worried.

Zhao Aimin naturally saw the worry in Wang Lin's eyes, so he just smiled and told Wang Lin not to worry.

Due to drinking a lot, Zhao Aimin felt a little headache just sitting like this, and fell asleep drowsily after drinking some porridge.

Early the next morning, the sky was bright.

The sun shines on Zhao Aimin's face through the window, finally shaking Zhao Aimin awake.

When Zhao Aimin got up, he found that the house was empty.

After thinking for a long time, Zhao Aimin suddenly remembered that Wang Lin had gone to work, and couldn't help laughing at himself.

When he walked out of the room, there was still a note on the table.

"The porridge in the pot is warm enough to drink, and the roast duck is overheated."

It's Wang Lin's handwriting.

Zhao Aimin scratched his head indiscriminately, drank up the little porridge left in the pot, and ate a lot of meat before getting dressed and ready to go out.

Coincidentally, as soon as he went out, he ran into Xu Damao with a gloomy face.

"What's wrong, Da Mao? Why are you so sad?"

Zhao Aimin joked with a smile.

"Don't mention it, Shazhu reminded me to come back and take a look yesterday afternoon. I already had a bad feeling in my heart. When I came back, I saw that the house should have been smashed and smashed, and it was so dilapidated."

Xu Damao was also a little depressed.

"You haven't paid back the money yet?"

Zhao Aimin was a little puzzled, but it was just a restaurant, how could there be so many accounts to look at?

"It's not paid back, but I counted the money out, 750 yuan and three cents."

As he spoke, Xu Damao took out a handful of cash from his pocket.