"We have elders above and children below. If I lose my income, I'm afraid your pressure will increase significantly."
Xia Yuqing said to Song Qiao with deep concern.
Although her husband's career was successful, in her eyes, investing always carried great risks, and there was no telling when everything would be lost.
"Wife, the money we earn from the factory now is enough for our family to live without worry. You don't need to be so anxious."
"Besides, I think Director Wang treats you well. I don't think he'll lay you off."
Song Qiao couldn't bear to see his wife worried and comforted her.
"He treats me well only because of you. My position isn't that important to begin with. If there are layoffs, I'll probably be among the first to be let go."
Xia Yuqing said with a touch of disappointment.
Song Qiao's heart stirred slightly. His wife's words suddenly reminded him of Wang Fugui's past invitation to cooperate.
He had made an excuse to refuse at the time, and the matter was never brought up again.
Now, as he was preparing to expand his processing plant, he might consider Wang Fugui's factory.
Although his factory was not in the food processing industry, many of its machines were compatible. Moreover, its location was excellent, and it had an experienced management team.
Thinking of this, Song Qiao couldn't help but feel a little tempted.
As long as he could acquire this factory, his wife would not face unemployment, and his future would be much easier.
He hesitated for a moment, then said with confidence, "Wife, don't worry, I will definitely not let your factory lay you off."
As he spoke, he took the plate from Xia Yuqing's hand and carried it to the living room.
"What can you do? Can you even make decisions for our boss?"
Xia Yuqing pouted, not believing Song Qiao's comfort at all.
In her opinion, Song Qiao was at most a boss on the same level as Wang Fugui. Without any cooperation between them, Wang Fugui would not even pay attention to Song Qiao.
Song Qiao didn't explain further. Instead, he pondered whether he should ask Anwei to collect some information about his wife's factory after dinner and then find an opportunity to invite Wang Fugui for a talk.
Wang Fugui's factory was not small in scale. With his current strength, he probably couldn't swallow it whole.
After dinner, Song Qiao patiently spent some more time with his daughter before driving back to the factory.
At the factory, the day shift workers had just completed their handover with the night shift workers, and many were preparing to go home and rest.
"Awei, I need to trouble you again. Go and get me some information about the North City Chemical Plant."
"The matter is urgent. It's best to have it delivered to the factory tonight, or by tomorrow morning at the latest."
Upon receiving the call, Awei agreed without hesitation and said he would send a subordinate to deliver the information to Song Qiao in an hour.
After that, Song Qiao called Lin Jing again to inquire about the factory's profits over the past two days. Fortunately, in another two days, the funds for the first batch of orders would be collected, bringing in nearly 300,000 yuan to the factory.
This immediately gave Song Qiao the confidence to acquire Wang Fugui's factory.
...
The next morning, he found Wang Fugui's phone number through his business card.
"Hello, Director Wang. I'm Song Qiao, Xia Yuqing's husband."
As soon as the call was connected, Song Qiao got straight to the point.
Wang Fugui was slightly stunned, then his heart rejoiced.
"It's Boss Song! I've been eagerly awaiting your news."
"My apologies, Director Wang. My factory was too busy recently. Now that I have some free time, would you be interested in getting together for a drink?"
He had indeed stood the man up, so Song Qiao's words carried a hint of apology.
"Yes, yes, of course!"
Wang Fugui's voice was filled with surprise.
During this period, he had watched his factory's performance decline day by day. He couldn't eat or sleep and had tried to find many people to transfer the factory to, but no one had agreed.
Song Qiao hadn't contacted him proactively, and he felt too embarrassed to bother him, as Song Qiao's tofu processing plant was currently booming in the city, and his declining industry had no qualification to cooperate with him.
"Then it's settled. We'll meet at Chunfeng Restaurant this noon."
Song Qiao looked at the time and set the time and place for the meal.
Wang Fugui naturally had no objections and quickly agreed. After exchanging a few pleasantries with Song Qiao, he cautiously hung up the phone.
He had originally given up hope of cooperation and was even preparing to lay off Xia Yuqing when it came to layoffs.
If Song Qiao couldn't bring about any changes in profitability, then Xia Yuqing would lose that connection. As for whether she was laid off or not, it would entirely depend on the factory's arrangements.
Now that this call had come, Director Wang, who was well-versed in human relationships, immediately understood Song Qiao's intention. No matter what, he couldn't let Xia Yuqing, this "great ancestor," be laid off.
As long as she was in the factory, Song Qiao would not let his own business go under.
...
Because he was the one asking for a favor, Wang Fugui arrived at the restaurant even earlier than Song Qiao. After waiting for more than ten minutes, Song Qiao finally rushed in with Awei.
After exchanging pleasantries, they began to drink and eat, discussing business matters.
Fueled by alcohol, Director Wang poured out his woes to Song Qiao, almost explicitly stating that he was willing to transfer the factory at any time if he had the means.
"Director Wang, to be honest, I am very interested in your factory."
"However, there is a problem now..."
Song Qiao, of course, would not pay for the acquisition just because of Wang Fugui's complaints.
Mercy does not lead armies, and kindness does not manage finances.
In the business world, even father and son must be clear about matters, let alone ordinary friends. If it weren't for his wife, he might have strung Wang Fugui along for a while longer and driven the price down to the absolute minimum.
"What problem?" Wang Fugui asked nervously when he saw Song Qiao's hesitation.
"I am in the food processing industry, and your factory is in chemical products. Many of our machines are not compatible."
Song Qiao did not hesitate to state his reason with a frown.
Director Wang thought for a moment, then replied with some reluctance, "My factory has quite a few packaging machines that Boss Song can probably use."
"If you acquire my entire factory in one go after deducting the price of these machines, these machines will be considered a gift from me."
"As for the machines that are not needed, I will find someone to deal with them."
Song Qiao had expected Director Wang to drag this out for some time over this demand. He didn't expect him to agree so readily. It seemed that his factory's problems were indeed pressing, and it needed to be sold as soon as possible.