The old employees in the factory were shocked.

Hu Qiongfang stopped her funny second brother with a twitching mouth.

"Brother, I've already said what I want to say. Can you at least give me, the president of the Chamber of Commerce, some face?"

"Let them choose first. I will register all the people who can be arranged. If there are those who really don't want to accept these three options, then I can't do anything. Let them go to Lin Yousheng's family to claim compensation."

When the old employees heard this, they were completely paralyzed.

Lin Yousheng’s family?

Is she the Wu Xiaoping who supported another man behind her husband's back, colluded with her adulterer, and murdered her husband?

Wait! That woman is going to be sentenced to prison soon. Let them go to her to claim compensation? What? The prison buns?

Everyone's mouth twitched.

In comparison, the three options Hu Qiongfang mentioned earlier do not seem unacceptable...

Jiang Tian immediately asked someone to take out the prepared registration form, gave one to each person, and asked them to go home and think about it today.

Also, pack up your personal belongings that you left at the factory and take them home. Starting tomorrow you don’t have to come to the food factory to work.

Because they have already found a buyer, they will sell all the old equipment and office supplies in the factory at a discount today, and will demolish the factory building and build a new building the day after tomorrow.

Isn’t this speed too fast?

Jiang Tian, ​​who was handing out registration forms, couldn't help but sigh: There's nothing we can do, time is money!

Uncle Hu nodded: "That's the truth! I've lost several thousand dollars by wasting time with you guys!"

The two months before winter have always been the most profitable time for Uncle Hu to take people to various places to resell supplies.

They must transport all New Year's goods to the appropriate place before the roads freeze, and then sell them before the New Year when the roads freeze and freight prices soar, and make a profit.

According to Uncle Hu, instead of wasting time here with his younger sister, it would be better for these people to come and beg him directly.

If you can make him happy and take them to run freight business, within three years, a big house and a young wife will be arranged for him. What else would he need a bicycle for?

This group of people have been working in a small food factory all their lives, just like the "frog in the well" in the book, with a vision smaller than the eye of a needle. Instead of worshipping Hu Jianjun, a big Buddha, they still think about the fixed salary of one or two hundred yuan per month from the food factory?

After being rebuked by Hu Laoer, others immediately felt that Hu Qiongfang was truly a good person who cared about them!

However, this good guy was not easy to mess with. He brought a group of people to take over the factory, making those people who had originally planned to take the opportunity to cause trouble dare not do anything. They took the registration form and reluctantly packed up their personal belongings in the factory. They were about to go home dejectedly when they were stopped by Hu Qiongfang.

"This factory will be demolished in two days. I know that you have worked in the factory for most of your life and have feelings for it. Today, I specially invited a photographer to come over and take a photo of you and the factory. If you are willing to take individual photos, each person can take one. I will pay for it."

Before Hu Qiongfang finished speaking, the eyes of several elderly people in the factory were already red.

They said that they had feelings for the food factory and were reluctant to leave, and they were not intentionally using this to morally blackmail Hu Qiongfang.

I really can't bear to do that.

Especially those old masters who had followed the old factory director and worked in the food factory for decades, when they heard that they could take pictures, they quickly said hello to Hu Qiongfang and rode their bicycles home to change clothes.

The factory is going to be demolished soon, and this may be the last photo they take with the old food factory. They must put on their best new clothes!

The autumn noon sun shines warmly on the gray and white walls of the food factory.

Two benches were placed side by side outside the main gate of the food factory.

Behind me is the big iron gate of the food factory. The six characters "Shuangfeng Town Food Factory" on it are missing some parts. I didn't feel uncomfortable when I saw these characters before, but today, I feel uncomfortable no matter how I look at them.

Over the years, they have always said that the factory is their home and that everyone needs to take care of it, but even when the words on the door were broken, no one thought of repairing it or patching it up with red paint.

It’s too late to repair it now.

In two days, the factory will be demolished, and there will no longer be any "Shuangfeng Town Food Factory".

The old employees in the factory quickly lined up in three rows according to their height. The tallest stood at the back, the middle row sat on benches, and the front row squatted. The photo studio master looked at the camera and shouted to everyone: "Come, look here, 123, smile~"

The employees smiled a smile that was uglier than crying.

But it doesn’t matter, since it’s hard to see everyone’s expression clearly in a group photo anyway.

Some people also wanted to invite the new factory director, Hu Qiongfang, to stand over and take a photo with them.

Hu Qiongfang smiled and shook her head: "This is the factory that the old director built. It's not appropriate for me to take a photo with you. Let's wait for two years until the new factory opens. If everyone is still willing to come back, we can take a group photo together."

After taking the group photo, no matter how reluctant these people were, they had to leave the food factory, looking back every few steps.

Boss Hu told them to go back and think about it for two days, and the day after tomorrow morning, to deliver the registration form to the Fangjie Fast Food Restaurant office in town, where someone would register them.

Those who are willing to receive a one-time compensation can sign and receive the money on the spot.

Those who are willing to accept the arrangement and work in the new store can wait for notification at home and go to work in a few days.

If you want to go home and rest for two years, just give them the form. When the new factory recruits, we will notify them to come for an interview.

As soon as she sent the people away, Hu Qiongfang turned her head and saw her precious daughter lying on the wall, carefully taking down the awards, old photos and other items on the wall and putting them separately into clean plastic bags.

"What are you doing?" Hu Qiongfang raised her eyebrows.

Jiang Tian smiled and said, "After the factory is demolished, these old photos will become precious old items. I will collect them all. What if I can sell them for money in the future?"

Hu Qiongfang was so angry at her train of thought that she laughed: "Then you might as well go and look through the cash box in our fast food restaurant. Maybe the money we use now will be a treasure in the future."

One word can wake a dreamer up!

Jiang Tian almost jumped off the bench.

Why didn't she think of it earlier?

She vaguely remembered that in her previous life, there was a period of time when many people went to the countryside to collect coins of one cent, two cents, five cents, and ten cents, as well as banknotes that were circulated in the 1980s. At that time, many people did not know that these coins had collection value, and when they heard that someone was collecting them, they sold them all.

Later I heard that these banknotes and coins have become very valuable collectibles, and some of them are priced thousands of times higher than their actual face value.

Now, all the change is stuffed into the cash box of their fast food restaurant.

Every night when checking the accounts, the store manager would see a pile of change and his head would be buzzing. He would have to count the money until late at night...