Han Songlin saw that Han Songqing was also there, and his expression froze for a moment, and he stopped the car. How many stones can a tractor pull?
A lot!
Anyway, when he was a child, Han Songlin saw that the entire cargo box could hold four stones weighing almost a tonne, placed flat, and then a layer on top.
Overweight and whatnot, for a tractor, it's everyday operation.
In China, if a vehicle used to haul goods is overloaded, it will never sell.
'Hey, Songlin is here!' Han Songqing noticed Han Songlin's car and hurried over to say hello.
Han Songlin got out of the car and said with a smile, 'Well, come and have a look. What's with the stone?'
'Xiao Mei said that you said to get a big stone engraved with characters at the factory gate, and then have it delivered from the quarry.'
The stone is a common rock in Yuechi.
This kind of stone is often used for building ditches on both sides of the road, building graves, carving tombstones, and carving statues of gods.
The texture is quite hard, and it can last for decades, if not hundreds of years.
Han Songlin glanced at Han Songqing, and it occurred to him that he used to be a stonemason too!
Han Songlin didn't pay much attention to the engraving on the door, and since he knew it was being done, he didn't care much.
In Han Songlin's heart, he just wanted to have such a thing in front of the door. As for how to get it exactly, he didn't really have any ideas.
In that case, why not just do what people usually do.
'Third Brother, I haven't even had time to ask, have you already bought a house?'
'Thank you for your concern, I already bought one!' Speaking of this, Han Songqing was full of smiles.
Han Songlin also laughed along, and after chatting with Han Songqing for a few words, he went to the office.
It's almost New Year's Eve, but the number of trucks delivering goods has not decreased, and there are even more trucks than before.
Han Songlin's gaze is calm. After getting used to this, he doesn't feel that the scene in front of him is exciting. Or rather, the excitement has passed.
'Chairman Han!'
Han Songlin stopped in his tracks and looked at the person who called out to him, a smile on his face: 'Director Yang, what's up?'
Yang Qunfang, the head of the finance department at Fule Wines, is thirty-six years old.
An old finance guy!
Fule Wine has been doing well financially recently, and Yang Qunfang has definitely contributed to that.
Han Songlin has great respect for capable people!
People need to respect each other in order to last.
Yang Qunfang smiled and asked, 'Director Han, what is the arrangement for the factory's Spring Festival holiday this year?'
Spring Festival holiday?
Han Songlin tapped his head and said, 'Didn't the office make any arrangements?'
'You have to come back and make the final decision!'
Han Songlin is the chairman of the board of directors of Fule Wines and also holds the position of general manager.
'You have to go home for the Spring Festival, don't you?'
'Of course I do, it's been a long time since I went home!' Yang Qunfang thought of her children at home, and a happy smile appeared on her face.
For a mother, it is hard to be away from her children for months.
Han Songlin: 'For the holiday, the office can definitely release it a little earlier, let me think about it!'
'Then hurry up, Mr Han, I'm waiting to buy the train ticket!'
Han Songlin naturally understood that it would be difficult to get a train ticket during the Spring Festival holiday.
No one could say exactly when the Spring Festival travel rush began that year; but it was certain that it had appeared after the planned economy had been converted to a market economy.
Facing Yang Qunfang's urging, Han Songlin didn't get angry or anything like that: 'OK, I'll ask the office to come up with a specific vacation arrangement in a couple of days.'
Now, Fule Liquor is very busy with production; but the office will be idle in a few days' time.
Everyone understands this.
As the Spring Festival approaches, many economic activities gradually subside. Even in some companies, employees may be at work during the week before the Spring Festival, but there is actually nothing for them to do.
When he arrived at the office and sat down, Han Songlin looked at the desk calendar.
This calendar was produced by a printing company hired by Fule Liquor.
It had an advertisement for Fule Liquor printed on it. Han Songlin naturally wouldn't let go of something that was inexpensive and had a good advertising effect.
In addition to this desk calendar, there were also calendar posters.
There were many different styles of calendar posters, and someone was even hired to take the pictures.
Anyway, they were given out before the New Year.
Anyone who bought Fule Liquor was given a poster.
These people, when they took the poster home, had to put it up, didn't they!
If they put it up, it's just an advertisement.
The Spring Festival is just a few days away!
This is the second Spring Festival since Han Songlin's rebirth, and time really does fly by to a certain extent.
The 27th of this month is the day before the Spring Festival!
The day before the Spring Festival!
Han Songlin drew a circle around it with a pen. Except during his student days, he has never enjoyed a holiday on the day before the Spring Festival.
It's already considerate to be able to go on holiday the day before New Year's Eve.
If the holiday starts on the first day of the Lunar New Year, then will there be an annual meeting this year?
Fulue Liquor has done well this year, and in theory, it should hold an annual meeting or something.
But Han Songlin feels that holding an annual meeting is a bit of a hassle, and it might as well be better to give each employee some New Year's money!
Knock, knock, knock!
'President Han!' Liu Xiaomei smiles as she enters, having had a very busy few days.
Since the distributor conference, Fulue Liquor has finally established a nationwide distributor system.
This system has also enabled Fule Liquor to distribute its baijiu to every county in the country.
A large quantity of Fule Liquor has been shipped to all parts of the country, and the production team is busy bottling the finished product.
'You've worked hard these past few days!' Han Songlin looks at Liu Xiaomei's much slimmer face and is at a loss for words.
Liu Xiaomei used to have a little baby fat on her face, but it has now completely disappeared.
It seems that you rarely see baby fat on strong women.
It turns out that she has just been too busy to gain weight.
Liu Xiaomei smiles and pulls out a chair to sit down: 'Work is not hard!'
Not hard?
Han Songlin looks at Liu Xiaomei seriously. He feels that she is not lying.
She has found the joy of life in her work?
That is quite rare.
No, it is quite common.
Continuous mechanical and repetitive work is indeed a great torment for people.
Many people simply can't stand it.
Those who can get through it have a personality that suits the job, and what Han Songlin feels is even more important is that they are forced to do it by life.
In order to make a living, sometimes you have to do things you don't like.
Han Songlin chuckled and nodded: 'Do you have any suggestions for the Spring Festival holiday?'
'No, I'll leave it to you!'
Whether it was true or not, Han Songlin didn't care.
He directly announced an arrangement for the holiday. For the entire factory, the holiday officially began on the 27th of January, the day before the Chinese New Year.
In total, there were 15 days off, and work would resume on the eighth day of the Chinese New Year.
In addition, there would be no annual meeting this year. For ordinary workers, each person would receive 600 yuan for the New Year.
As for the management, naturally they would receive more: from team leaders, 1,000 yuan; to department heads, 10,000 yuan.