Reborn as Tycoon's Wife in the Countryside-Chapter 315: Factory Director Position ( - 1)

Xiaofeng had originally thought only his little aunt would come over to do odd jobs, but to his surprise, his little uncle also wanted to come.

"I told him not to go to the mine anymore; it’s too dangerous," his little aunt said with a smile. "Besides, with both of us coming over, we can make thirty yuan a day, which adds up to at least six or seven hundred yuan a month, not much less than at the mine." There are thirty days in a month, but it’s impossible to have work and earn wages every day.

Even if the couple could only get wages for twenty days a month, that would still amount to six hundred yuan, and what was key was that they could take care of the kids and still tend to some of the farm work at home.

"With Wentao and his wife willing to come over, the manpower will be just enough," He Ximei had initially planned to hire three people, but with Wentao and his wife willing, two were almost sufficient.

"Dad," Xiaofeng felt that the current size was still too small, "the more I think about it, the more I feel that we should establish a processing base that integrates pickling and drying all in one."

"You make the decisions, and your mom and I will take care of the work," Su Guaizi admitted his limited capacity for such matters, not knowing how large to build the base or how to standardize the pickling and drying process.

"Right, just leave the decision-making to you," He Ximei was also forthright. "I’m too bold and careless to be a manager. I’m good with labor work, but management is not my thing."

"Uncle is good at his work; he’s very steady." If they were to build a base, of course, they needed management, and clearly, his parents were not cut out for that role.

Uncle Wenqing, having served in the military in his younger years, was diligent and polite, making him the most suitable candidate for a manager at the moment: "I’ll talk to Uncle Wenqing later and see how he feels about it. It would be best if he’s willing to take on this responsibility."

At just over forty years of age, Su Wenqing sported short hair, had wheat-yellow skin, powerful arms, and an upright figure.

Having served as a soldier, he had an air of military tenacity and vigor about him.

"Xiaofeng, you mean to say that you want to build a radish drying base in Lihua Village and have me be in charge." Su Wenqing seemed to grasp what Xiaofeng was suggesting after hearing her out.

"Yes. My mom didn’t attend school for long and isn’t highly literate, and she’s not keen on managing it herself; my dad is even less suitable, too honest and naive to manage others. I’ve thought it through, and you, uncle, are the best choice for this," Xiaofeng explained.

"You have such faith in your uncle, which moves me deeply. But I’ve never done this before; can I really handle it?" Su Wenqing was emotionally stirred by Xiaofeng’s words.

Wenqing understood what Xiaofeng meant; she wanted to build a processing plant in the village and appoint him as the factory manager. Such good fortune falling into his lap naturally delighted him.

"Uncle, you can certainly do it," Xiaofeng presented a piece of paper. "Let’s put it this way, uncle, first we need to build the factory and the drying facility, and I’m afraid that task might fall upon you."

To complete a factory, surely someone had to supervise the construction.

"That’s not a big problem," Wenqing’s worldliness shone through. "If we’re going to build a factory in the village, we must report to the village first and see what they think, right?"

"That’s exactly what I mean, so I’m hoping, uncle, that you can take the initiative to consult with the village chief." Unlike building a house, constructing a factory would definitely require the approval of both the village and the town authorities.

Standards must be in place for the construction to proceed.

"Okay, I’ll take care of it," Su Wenqing felt invigorated, "Give me some details about the size and land needed, and I’ll ask the village chief."

After discussing for quite a while, Su Wenqing left Guaizi’s home. Instead of heading back to his own house, he went to the village chief’s residence.

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After eating dinner, Hu Xiulan, in a staggering motion, went to Su Guisheng’s house to chat with Ma Donghua: "Donghua, I just heard that Xiaofeng is going to set up some processing factory here in our village, and she has appointed Su Wenqing as the factory manager. Such a great position has been snatched up by Su Wenqing. Considering the relationship, your Guisheng is Xiaofeng’s own uncle; Xiaofeng is starting a factory, there should be a role for you."

Having returned from the fields in the afternoon and cooked dinner, Ma Donghua was unaware of the village’s affairs until Hu Xiulan’s revelation, to which she soberly replied, "Xiulan, is this information reliable?"

"Of course it’s true. Su Wenqing just went to the village chief’s place, inquiring about setting up the factory at the village entrance—how could it be false? By the sound of it, your family doesn’t know anything. But also, your family has never gotten along with your elder brother’s family, so it would be odd for them to consider you for such a good position," Hu Xiulan spoke with an evident sneer.

Recently, Hu Xiulan and Ma Donghua had grown quite close.

"That damned XiaoFeng, her dad’s brain doesn’t work well, and now it looks like hers doesn’t either," Ma Donghua said upon hearing the news, her heart filled with anger.

When it comes to relations, of course, she and Guisheng are closer to the eldest brother than anyone else.

Now that Xiaofeng wants to set up a factory in the village, no matter how you look at it, they should have first discussed the matter with Guisheng. It should be only after Guisheng disagrees, or doesn’t wish to be involved, that they could turn to Su Wenqing.

But now, great, both the eldest brother and Xiaofeng, nobody bothered to inform Guisheng, nor did anyone ask if he wanted to work in the factory.

"If you ask me," Donghua’s cold voice was countered by Hu Xiulan’s hidden smile, "Xiaofeng’s family is still closer to the Wenqing family. As for you folks, your relationship is much more distant. If Su Wenqing becomes the factory manager, he’ll soon be holding his head high in the village. By contrast, you and Guisheng will have to keep your tails tucked from now on."

"Pah!" Ma Donghua spit: "If the eldest brother doesn’t secure a position for Guisheng in the factory, I’ll make sure it never gets off the ground."

If Su Wenqing could manage a factory, even if Guisheng was not as good, he could still be the deputy manager, right? If the eldest brother’s family doesn’t agree, she’d make a scene, disrupt their plans, and see what they’d do.

Hu Xiulan listened to Ma Donghua and chuckled so hard her eyes disappeared: "Not that I’m the one to talk, Donghua, but some things you just keep to yourself. If Xiaofeng’s factory really runs into trouble one day, they might just pin the blame on you folks. Of course, we’re close now, so I definitely can’t say anything bad about you."

"Of course, I’m aware of that. Now that Xiaofeng has money and skill, who in the village doesn’t try to ingratiate themselves with her?" These days, Ma Donghua dared not show any discomfort towards the eldest brother’s family.

The last time they tried to trick Xiaofeng with some hard cash Su Dada left her, they weren’t watchful and ended up losing their own money.

Also, when Pengzi got into trouble, he and Guisheng were there because the eldest brother said so, making every effort to help.

In the end, whenever there was a good opportunity, everyone only remembered Su Wenqing, and completely forgot about her family’s Guisheng.

She and Guisheng were honest, but that didn’t mean they should be bullied like this.

"You’re right," Hu Xiulan said, not fully agreeing that Xiaofeng was talented: "Speaking of talents, my Taozi isn’t bad either."

"Exactly, our Lihua Village isn’t just about Xiaofeng being capable." Ma Donghua checked the time: "I’ll go ask later, see if they’ve really forgotten about Guisheng, or if they just don’t want to make arrangements for him."

"Donghua, you’ve got to secure benefits for Guisheng in this matter. Earning money from the factory is always better than working for others outside, right?"

All of a sudden, Hu Xiulan leaned in with a secretive air: "I’ve heard that there’s a lot of extra money to be made in the factory positions. If Guisheng doesn’t get one, it’s okay for him to get another position, but anyway, the benefits can’t all go to Su Wenqing alone."

"I’m well aware of that; I, Ma Donghua, am never one to suffer a loss." Saying this, Ma Donghua carried a bowl of fried fish over to Xiaofeng’s house.

Su Wu invited three other young men from the village to their house, all of whom were willing to go work in Xiaofeng’s factory.

Xiaofeng briefly discussed the factory’s wages and working hours with them. They all saw no issue; the salary was higher than they had expected, and in any case, it was better than farming at home.

Ma Donghua brought over a plate of fried fish. As she placed it on the table, she saw a table full of young men.

"Su Wu, you guys are here too." Ma Donghua put the fried fish she made at noon in the middle of the table: "I heard Xiaofeng was back. I thought of bringing some of the fish over for her."

"Thank you, Auntie," Su Wu said, immediately grabbing a piece, "We’re going down to the city with Xiaofeng tomorrow. She’s just telling us what to be mindful of after we get there."

"You’re young; you can still go out to work and make money. Unlike us, we can only stay at home and farm." Speaking of which, Guisheng was only three years older than Wenqing.

"Auntie, there won’t be any lack of work to do at home in the future. Xiaofeng said she’s going to build a factory right by our homes. Once the factory is up, anyone in the village who can work can come."

Su Wu had just heard Xiaofeng mention this—a worthy village event indeed.

"Xiaofeng is building a factory in the village?" Ma Donghua pretended to be surprised as if she had just found out, and then she smiled: "So who’s going to be the factory manager, my eldest brother or my sister-in-law?"

Look, everyone knew Xiaofeng was going to open a factory in the village, yet she and Guisheng knew nothing about it.