It has been half a month since Jarvis delivered the scrapped F35 fighter jet exterior to the Huarong Industrial factory area in Shilin.
As per Meng Hao's request, over a hundred experienced technicians completed the assembly of the large mecha toys equipped with modified F35 fighter jets before the deadline.
The goods had been shipped out.
The troubles that were causing Meng Hao a headache began to swirl in his mind again.
With no new orders in the factory, various disheartening rumors started spreading among the experienced technicians, becoming more and more outrageous.
Some said the new owner had only gathered them temporarily to rush out a batch of goods.
Others claimed that Chenghua had been tricked by the new owner, who, lacking orders, would surely lay them off again.
There were even whispers that their wages and benefits would be drastically cut, kept at a very low level to maintain them until the next order arrived.
Indeed.
This was how many unscrupulous factory owners operated these days.
When they had orders, they would poach experienced workers at high prices to rush production.
Once the orders were completed, they would lower wages, either keeping the experienced workers at a low rate or forcing them to resign.
Seeing the growing unrest, Chenghua couldn't sit still. .oΓg
Although he had complete confidence in Meng Hao, gossip could spread like wildfire, and rumors, however baseless, could be devastating.
The experienced technicians in the factory had returned to their old jobs only after Chenghua had personally guaranteed their employment, patting his chest and making promises.
If they were to be laid off again or forced to resign within a short period of one to two months, where would Chenghua's reputation stand?
He would be scorned and cursed!
...
In the excessively large boss's office at Huarong Industrial, Meng Hao, clutching a can of iced cola, stared at Chenghua, who held a paint-chipped thermos.
After a long pause, Chenghua broke the silence.
He placed the thermos, a rusty award from his first year at the factory, which had been with him for over twenty years, on the table.
"Boss."
"What's our situation now?"
"Everyone hasn't had any work for almost a week!"
"Are you planning to fire them, or are you going to cut their wages and force them to resign? Give me a clear answer, so I can be prepared."
Gulp, gulp.
Meng Hao, who had been suffering from a headache for over ten days, took several large gulps of iced cola, his brows furrowed.
"Firing, cutting wages, or forcing them to resign – that is impossible!"
Meng Hao first reassured Chenghua, easing the worries that had been weighing on his mind.
"But it's not appropriate to just keep everyone on the payroll like this!"
"I've seen all these old colleagues join the factory and grow. Their pride won't let them be like those useless workers who prefer to eat without working!"
"Boss, you need to make a decision!"
Make a decision?
Meng Hao was on the verge of a breakdown.
As a man of science and engineering, he had absolutely no understanding of marketing.
These "toy mechas," costing millions or tens of millions of dollars, were not only unaffordable for most wealthy individuals in Great Xia but also had few buyers internationally who could handle such prices.
As for the mysterious buyer on the Taowang platform, that was a stroke of incredible luck for Meng Hao.
An order in the hundreds of millions of dollars was like a blind cat stumbling upon a dead mouse – a rare occurrence.
As for transitioning to producing other toys?
Forget it.
Different industries required vastly different expertise. To casually venture into a cross-industry product he knew nothing about would be akin to having too much money and wanting to set it on fire.
The 600 million yuan in Huarong Industrial's accounts looked substantial.
However, in the entire market of Great Xia, it was merely a drop in the ocean. Throwing it rashly into the market would barely make a ripple.
"Uncle Cheng, although our product is a toy, it's still a large-ticket item and difficult to sell!"
"Why don't we consider promoting and selling it through online platforms!"
"For example, how about we start with a female streamer!"
Start with a female streamer.
Chenghua was taken aback.
He thought, "At a time like this, is my boss still thinking about female streamers?!"
However, observing Meng Hao's robust physique, he seemed like a strong, vibrant young man.
The boss had also been busy with them for half a month without much relaxation.
Finding a female streamer to unwind seemed like a minor matter!
"Mm."
"That's true."
"Young people need to relax and vent when they're under pressure."
"Boss, I've heard that many female streamers are not of good character. Be careful not to get infected. We have a whole factory of old colleagues waiting for you to support them."
"Why don't you take a break yourself for a few days? I'll book a yacht for you. You can go and indulge in international waters, and I'll handle the ideological work for the workers!"
"Speaking of which, I was young once too. I understand, I can relate. Back in my day, I..."
Huh? Wait a minute.
What was Chenghua talking about!
How did this conversation drift off to the wilds of Java!
With no interest in learning about the private romantic entanglements of the seemingly honest and reliable Uncle Cheng from his youth, Meng Hao quickly interrupted him!
"Uncle Cheng, Uncle Cheng, stop, stop, don't misunderstand!"
"I mean, why don't we find a female streamer to help me sell products and test the waters first!"
"If we see some results, we can increase our investment and focus on online promotion!"
Ah?
Find a female streamer to help promote the product?
So, they were going down the path of online sales and live streaming sales!
It wasn't that their young and energetic young boss was planning a decadent party!
Chenghua, truly an old fox.
His face remained impassive, his heart beating steadily. He nodded repeatedly, following Meng Hao's words and smoothly steering the derailed conversation back on track.
"Yes, that's what I meant too... Find a female streamer to sell products!"
"However, I'm getting old, and I can't keep up with you young people's ideas... I can still do administrative management, but I don't understand marketing methods like the internet... And, my old offline promotion methods like ground promotion and roadshows are outdated."
"Now, it's the era of you young people."
"Young boss, just tell me what to do, and this old man will fully cooperate."
Old ginger is indeed spicier.
Chenghua effortlessly smoothed over the awkward exchange and completely shifted the topic.
What was even more audacious was that he had kicked the ball back into Meng Hao's court.
However.
The idea was correct.
But.
Where could they find a suitable and reliable female streamer?
The young girls who sent private messages on Little Broken Station, barely wearing any clothes, could be dismissed.
They lacked professionalism.
All they ever thought about was seducing Meng Hao and getting some money from him!
Relying on them to help would be as likely as a sow climbing a tree!
Moreover.
Although Meng Hao wasn't short on money.
He was by no means a fool.
He could spend money however he pleased when enjoying his own life.
But when it came to business, every cent spent had to have a corresponding effect.
In business, spending recklessly would only make one appear as a sucker and be seen as unreliable by potential clients.
After some thought, Meng Hao decided to allocate 100,000 Great Xia yuan to test the waters.
If it proved effective, he would follow up with investments in the millions, tens of millions, or even hundreds of millions.
Seeing Meng Hao take out his phone and rapidly tap on the screen, his brows furrowed even tighter, Chenghua no longer disturbed the young boss's thoughts.
He tiptoed out of the office and even thoughtfully closed the door.
Indeed.
If Chenghua knew that the private messages constantly scrolling on Meng Hao's phone were filled with scantily clad young women, one could only wonder what his reaction would be!