Chapter 117 Acquisition of Food Processing Factory
In the early morning, Jiang Chen woke up from his sleep. Looking at Ke Ren who was sleeping like a cat beside him, the corner of his mouth couldn't help but raise a smile.
The slightly pursed lips, the long eyebrows, the gently trembling eyelashes, and the slightly messy hair...
The porcelain doll's smooth and white skin showed a little blush. From Aisha's even breathing, Jiang Chen could vaguely hear the aftertaste of exhaustion and happiness.
It was really crazy last night.
Thinking of last night, Jiang Chen's face couldn't help but turn red. I don't know if it was his delusion, but he always felt that every time Aisha was "roughly" treated by him, he would be extra excited. Especially with hands cut backwards, from behind...
Feeling embarrassed to touch his nose, Jiang Chen gently covered Aisha with the quilt, and then quietly got off the bed.
Made it back to breakfast after a long absence.
Glancing at the butter pancakes and oat milk on the table with a sense of accomplishment, Jiang Chen nodded in satisfaction.
"Master, I really have the talent for a good man." He snorted narcissistically. Jiang Chen sat comfortably at the dining table and finished his breakfast. He still had important things to do today, so he played a Usually much earlier.
After finishing everything, Jiang Chen left a note on the dining table before leaving the house humming a little song.
In the Maybach, he drove straight to the suburbs.
For his "island purchase plan", he still needs to do some preparatory work. And the sooner these jobs are completed, the better, and Roberts's side is estimated to have begun to act. Honestly. He himself was taken aback by his own thought. If a careless plan fails, he could end up on Interpol's blacklist.
But as long as it is successful. isn't it?
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He opened his hazy eyes. Aisha slowly sat up from the bed. Reaching out her hand and brushing the loose strands of hair, she silently stared at the empty pillow that was still warm, and just stared blankly for a while.
She can't remember why she fell in love with Jiang Chen, but the feeling called liking has always been so strong. Every time I see him, my heart beats faster, and every time I am hugged by him, my whole body heats up.
With a silly smile, she thought of last night...
Suddenly she woke up from her trance.
"Damn it. Forgot to make breakfast."
in her opinion. As a qualified wife, you should put a hot breakfast on the table before your husband goes to work. Although this is not strictly written into the teachings, it is the family motto of her mother's family.
She has always been so strict with herself. She is very clear. His husband is a very good man, including the woman who came back in his car last time, he should have quite a few "wives". Although she wasn't jealous or anything, she still yearned for more attention.
Including a reasonable diet (she doesn't know that the genetic medicine has improved her metabolism, no need to control the diet and will not accumulate excess fat on the stomach), regular exercise, and make her body look attractive enough. That culture fluid is also a good thing, seems to improve the quality of the skin... The only fly in the ointment is the somewhat embarrassing fiber catheter.
And housework. She wasn't vague at all.
But she was so tired yesterday, and even when she woke up this morning, her calf was still slightly sore, so much so that she slept in the morning.
Climbing out of bed quickly, Aisha simply chopped a slightly longer white shirt on her attractive jade body, and then trotted to the first floor with her thighs half bare.
However, to her disappointment, Jiang Chen had already left.
Annoyed by her "mistake", after a simple wash, Aisha came to the restaurant glumly, preparing to get herself something to eat.
But when she saw the breakfast already on the table, she was suddenly stunned.
For some reason, she always felt warm in her heart.
There was a note on the table with neat handwriting, which she could understand with her current level of Chinese.
[I won't come to eat at noon, don't wait for me, take care of yourself - Jiang Chen. 】
She moved the small hand holding the note to her chest, and Aisha's cheeks flushed warmly.
She suddenly remembered that it seemed that it was because of this tenderness that she couldn't help but fall in love with him.
Although it always feels bad, he has always taken good care of her, and did not discriminate against her or treat her rudely because of his refugee status...
His hands were unconsciously pressed against his chest, and his index finger lightly pinched the button of his neckline.
"Dad, Mom, I live happily in a foreign country, please rest assured..."
The note was tightly held in her palm, and the girl prayed.
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Xinglong Food Processing Factory.
The cement ash wall looks clean, and the surrounding environment is not bad. Although the sparrow is small, it has all the internal organs. From the outside, Jiang Chen is quite satisfied with the factory.
After getting out of the car, Jiang Chen looked around and quickly found the person he was looking for.
When a middle-aged man who was squatting at the door smoking saw him, he hurriedly threw away the cigarette butt and stomped it out, then forced a smile and walked up to him quickly.
But this smile is not much better than crying.
It was clearly written on the information that he was 31 years old. This 8.8-meter man was hooked on his waist, like an old man who was nearly half a hundred years old. See the helplessness of life.
"Jiang Chen, the information is on the intermediary information, I believe you have already read it." Jiang Chen did not comment too much on this man in his heart, but just extended his hand with a smile.
"Zheng Hongjie, the owner of Xinglong Food Processing Factory." Zheng Hongjie shook Jiang Chen's hand, smiled reluctantly, and then made a gesture of invitation to Jiang Chen, "Boss Jiang, come with me to see the factory. ."
"Well." Jiang Chen nodded.
The two walked into the workshop side by side. Jiang Chen noticed the dust on the production line. It seemed that there had been no work here for a long time.
"Two canning production lines, as well as an instant noodle production line and a biscuit and pastry production line. Our main business used to be OEM, but now no one has come to us for cooperation."
Zheng Hongjie smiled bitterly, and then took Jiang Chen to the back of the factory building.
"This is the warehouse, including the four acres of open space in the back, which is owned by our factory. I was planning to expand the factory, but it seems that I can't use it now. The production equipment is discounted by 70%, and you can count it as 300,000. This land And the factory is slightly more expensive, with a total of 2.4 million, and it can’t be lower.”
After speaking, Zheng Hongjie stopped talking, but looked at Jiang Chen's reaction.
After making a rough calculation in his heart, Jiang Chen nodded with satisfaction.
This price is really fair, even lower than the market price. Before he came, he had consulted the intermediary, and the estimated value of this factory was around 3 million. Thinking about this, Zheng must have encountered some trouble in urgent need of money, or he would have sold the factory at a low price in such a hurry.
Although he had already decided to buy it, Jiang Chen's eyes moved slightly, and he was not in a hurry to let go. Instead, he gave Zheng Hongjie a cigarette with a smile, and then pulled him aside.
"Boss Zheng, I'm quite satisfied with the price. But there is one thing I'm curious about. Judging from the construction of this factory, you shouldn't be the kind of person who is not good at business operations. Why are you so low that you need to sell your property?"
After taking the cigarette handed by Jiang Chen, Zheng Hongjie was not polite and lit the cigarette very skillfully.
Breathing out the smoke ring, the man in his thirties, with the ravine-like wrinkles on his face huddled together, showed a bitter smile again.
"stock market."
Although it was only two words, Jiang Chen understood his sadness in seconds. (To be continued.(.))() "I have a suite in the last days" only represents the views of the author, Morningstar LL. If you find that its content is in violation of national laws, please delete it. The position is only dedicated to providing A healthy and green reading platform. 【】,thank you all!