The veteran driver, seeing he was still persistent, sighed inwardly at his overconfidence but said no more. He turned and got into the car with Zhang Liunian to begin the on-site lesson.
An hour later, the veteran driver stumbled out of the car in a daze.
Zhao Zhijie, having just finished his business, came over to check on him. Seeing him like this, he stepped forward to support him and asked, "Master Li, what's wrong? Why do I feel like you've suffered some immense blow?"
Master Li raised his face, questioning life itself, and said, "So there really are geniuses."
After saying this, he swayed and found a stool to sit on, his face still holding an expression of disbelief.
Zhao Zhijie looked at him, not understanding. When he noticed Zhang Liunian getting out of the driver's seat, he froze, "Liunian, you've already learned to drive?"
That fast?
Zhang Liunian closed the car door, "Yeah, what's wrong?"
Zhao Zhijie felt as if he heard his jaw drop. He asked in disbelief, "That fast? I don't remember it being even two hours!"
Zhang Liunian smiled and held up a finger, "Actually, I learned it after watching just once."
"..."
Zhao Zhijie was shocked and looked at Master Li incredulously. The elder nodded, his face flushed red.
He had indeed learned it after watching once. The reason it took an hour was because Zhang Liunian refused to get out and insisted on driving around everywhere.
Zhao Zhijie swallowed. Now he finally understood why Master Li had felt like his life was being questioned earlier.
If he were in this situation, he would also be greatly demoralized.
Learning to drive in an hour, what was this if not monstrous?
Fortunately, this monster was his god-nephew, Zhao Zhijie, so he could accept being a little less impressive.
"Since you've learned, then drive the car away! I'll help you get the paperwork and permits sorted out later. You don't need to worry about these things." Zhao Zhijie patted Zhang Liunian on the shoulder, then left, eagerly telling everyone he met about this.
Soon, the entire factory knew that Zhao Zhijie's nephew had learned to drive like a prodigy in just one hour, completely eclipsing those who couldn't learn, or those who took a long time to learn.
The sons of Old Cai didn't believe it at all. They all thought Zhao Zhijie was lying to praise his nephew.
Zhang Liunian paid no mind to these matters. He was currently driving the pickup truck on the road to South City. However, due to the poor road conditions, the car felt like it was constantly going uphill, shaking incessantly.
Upon arriving in South City, Zhang Liunian first went to the farm to inspect the premises. The farm was truly vast, easily measuring over two thousand square meters, with pig farming as its main business.
It was said that the Tang family raised twenty thousand pigs. Today, the processed pigs were being handled by the higher-ups, making the farm somewhat chaotic.
Zhang Liunian only took a brief tour and greeted a few people before driving to the old shop.
"Liunian? You bought a car?" As Zhang Liunian got out of the pickup truck in front of the old shop in South City, he immediately caught Du Ziteng's attention.
Du Ziteng rushed to the pickup truck and examined it from top to bottom, as if it were a rare treasure.
"Yes, I'll let you drive it once you learn. I don't have time to drive all the time, and I need a driver and assistant. Du Ziteng is undoubtedly the best candidate."
Right, it was also time for Zhang Qian to come over. The delivery matters could be handed over to someone else.
He had just acquired the farm and needed someone to help manage it. He would have Zhang Qian come over to try.
"Really? That's great! I'll go learn tomorrow and try to learn within a month. You can't go back on your word then." Du Ziteng was so happy to hear that the car would be his to drive later that he could have jumped for joy and hugged Zhang Liunian.
Zhang Liunian just smiled at his happiness and then entered the shop to start working.
Today was a day without Tang family pickles. Zhang Liunian's pickle business was thriving. From the time the shop opened in the morning until the afternoon, people kept coming to pick up goods.
The ten consignment points he had previously found all proactively contacted him, expressing their desire to continue their cooperation.
Zhang Liunian naturally didn't refuse. Following them, many more people came to pick up goods. In just one day, he sold out all his inventory, reaching a staggering three hundred thousand bottles and earning over five hundred thousand.
This should have been a joyous occasion, but Zhang Liunian began to worry. Now that the Tang family was gone from South City, his sales volume had broken through the three hundred thousand mark. Combined with the one hundred fifty thousand from Jiang City, it meant his factory needed to produce at least four hundred fifty thousand units per day.
However, this was an impossible quantity to achieve. Even with the advanced equipment he had installed in the factory, the maximum production capacity was only two hundred fifty thousand units per day.
This was with the workers on two shifts. To reach four hundred fifty thousand was simply not feasible.
Therefore, he needed to find another way to solve this problem. Either he could find a food factory to help with production, or he would have to set up his own factory to produce, which would be the only way to meet the supply demand for both locations.
"Brother Liunian, why aren't you happy? We earned over two hundred thousand today!" Du Ziteng was pleasantly surprised after tallying the day's revenue, but when he looked up, he saw Zhang Liunian with a worried expression.
"This is just temporary. We'll be out of stock tomorrow, but we won't be able to reach this volume tomorrow either. They'll need another two days to digest today's stock." Zhang Liunian, with a plan in mind, put away his worries.
"Tomorrow?" Du Ziteng was startled, then realized it was true. The factory's output seemed to be only around two hundred thousand a day. It was unlikely to reach this level tomorrow.
"It seems that the village factory alone is not enough. I must increase production by adding another factory." Therefore, the Tang family's food factory was indeed something he truly needed, but that factory wouldn't be auctioned until half a month later.
For now, he could consider cooperating with the South City Food Factory to help produce semi-finished products, which would then be processed by them.
He wasn't sure if the cooperation would be successful without Fang Yan.
Regardless of whether it succeeded or not, Zhang Liunian decided to go and try.
Coincidentally, he still had a lot of accounts to collect.
"Ziteng, come with me to the food factory. Ziping, I'm leaving things here to you." It was only three in the afternoon, still early. Zhang Liunian gave his instructions and took Du Ziteng to the food factory.
The head of the back kitchen was still the same middle-aged woman. Seeing that Zhang Liunian was there to collect payment for goods, she didn't make things difficult and immediately gave him over fifty thousand.
After receiving the money, Zhang Liunian expressed his desire to talk to their factory manager about cooperation. However, the other party said that their factory manager was too busy and had no time.
Zhang Liunian was not discouraged, "Auntie, I really have a cooperation to discuss, and it's about food. Can you help me convey this?"
After saying this, he handed the few bottles of meat sauce he brought to her.
The supervisor aunt really wanted his pickles, but their factory was indeed in disarray. "To be honest, something has happened to our factory manager, and the two deputy factory managers are currently fighting for the position. The factory is truly chaotic, and no one is managing things properly."
"But I can help you ask, though the chances are slim."
Zhang Liunian blinked slightly, then smiled and replied, "Thank you, Auntie. Whether it succeeds or not, I'm grateful."
The supervisor aunt took the meat sauce and went to ask for him. Not long after, she returned alone. "They said the factory is too busy to handle outside cooperation."
"..." Zhang Liunian sighed long and hard, thanked her again, and then left.