Divorce Only Makes a Son-in-Law Stronger-Chapter 135, Follow Brother Fan and eat till you’re stuffed!
"Factory Chief Yuan, what the hell are you sleeping for? Get up, get up! Something huge has happened!"
In Southern City, outside the Third Ring Road, stood the Yuandao Furniture Carpentry Factory. In a small partitioned room within the factory chief’s office, Yuan Tao was sprawled on the sofa, fast asleep. For the past few days, he had been helping Lin Fan rush the production of those special wooden boxes. Worried that others wouldn’t be careful enough, he had personally overseen the work and hadn’t slept for two consecutive nights.
Just then, the urgent shouts of Deputy Factory Manager Old Zhou echoed from right above him, accompanied by a vigorous shaking of his shoulders.
"...Piss off, Old Zhou. I’m so tired I can’t even keep my eyes open. Whatever it is, it can wait until I wake up!" Yuan Tao grumbled with his eyes closed, sticking his butt out as he shifted into an even more comfortable position.
"It’s good news! Monumental news!" Old Zhou exclaimed. "Just now, the finance department rushed over to tell me that Mr. Lin had Miss Yuan transfer two billion directly into our factory’s account! They said it’s our share of the profits from the procurement conference, to be used as start-up capital. On top of that, nine pharmaceutical giants, including Tianchuan Pharmaceuticals, are going to place continuous, large-volume orders with our factory for those custom-made wooden medicine boxes!"
Having said it all in one breath, Old Zhou’s throat was parched. He grabbed the teapot from the coffee table and gulped down a couple of mouthfuls.
With a sudden jolt, Yuan Tao shot upright, his hair a disheveled bird’s nest. His eyes, ringed with dark circles, were wide and staring at Old Zhou as if he’d just seen a ghost.
"My sister transferred two billion in dividends to our factory?"
Old Zhou grinned and nodded.
"And-and after this, there will be continuous, large-scale orders from those nine companies, including Tianchuan Pharmaceuticals?" Yuan Tao stammered, all traces of exhaustion vanishing from his face, replaced by pure excitement.
Old Zhou sucked in a sharp breath. "The orders are already coming in! Tianchuan Pharmaceuticals alone wants to preorder an initial batch of two million medicine boxes!"
Before Old Zhou could say more, the phone he was clutching vibrated. He glanced down at the screen, and his face instantly filled with shock as he let out a stream of complaints.
"Damn it, they’re only giving us one month! How is that enough time?"
Though he was cursing, the corners of the old man’s mouth were pulled up into an irrepressible grin.
"What’s there to be afraid of? Don’t you have a few friends in the wood decoration business? Outsource some of the orders to them! Let’s all get rich together!"
Yuan Tao also laughed, his grin threatening to split his face.
That’s Brother Fan for you. He doesn’t make a move often, but when he does, he feeds you until you burst! Just landing the first batch of orders from Tianchuan Pharmaceuticals is enough to keep this small factory thriving for years!
Thinking back on all his past interactions with Lin Fan, Yuan Tao couldn’t help but feel a swell of pride and secret relief.
Thank goodness my values are straight. Every time, I chose to draw a clear line between myself and my unreliable father, Yuan Ruohai. If I hadn’t disowned him for the sake of righteousness so many times, how could I have ever earned Lin Fan’s respect?
"Holy shit! The Fang family placed an order too! They want one and a half million medicine boxes, with the same one-month deadline!"
The next moment, Old Zhou’s phone buzzed again, displaying another order. The old man trembled, utterly dumbfounded. He and Yuan Tao, whose smile had frozen on his face, stared at each other and gasped in unison.
DING!
Before they could even process it, another order notification arrived. It was from the Meng family, also for over a million boxes, and also due in one month!
DING! DING! DING-DING-DING...
A few moments later, Old Zhou’s phone was chiming nonstop. The remaining six companies were all frantically placing their orders!
"Brother Fan! Are you trying to kill me!" Yuan Tao couldn’t laugh anymore. He was on the verge of a breakdown, close to tears.
Old Zhou was a mess of laughter and tears, his whole body trembling with excitement.
Orders for tens of millions of medicine boxes! And this is just the first batch!
This small, half-dead Yuandao Furniture Carpentry Factory was about to soar. It was set to become the largest carpentry factory in all of Haicheng, perhaps even in all the Southwest provinces! The output from this quarter alone would rival the total from the past twenty years!
"Congratulations, Factory Chief Yuan! Congratulations! With such an impressive achievement, even President Yuan will have to look at you in a new light from now on!" Old Zhou said, steadying himself and happily congratulating Yuan Tao.
He had to admit, the kid had struck gold. His family had originally sent him here just to keep him busy with a respectable job so he wouldn’t get into trouble. Who could have imagined that with a small boost from Lin Fan, he would ascend to such heights? Among the entire younger generation of the Yuan family, perhaps only Yuan Youwei was more outstanding and carried more weight than Yuan Tao did now!
"What’s there to be happy about? I was ready to just lie flat and let the factory struggle along, as long as it didn’t go bankrupt," Yuan Tao said, his face a mask of misery. He was completely overwhelmed. "Now I have to stare at those damn boxes being made all day. When will I have time to go out and have fun?"
"Well, uh... Factory Chief, there are just too many orders. We need to order the high-quality wood right away!" Old Zhou, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, quickly changed the subject. He put on a cheerful, coaxing smile, terrified that Yuan Tao would find the work too hard and just quit. After all, the only reason the great Mr. Lin was willing to help the factory was out of respect for Yuan Tao!
"Fine, let’s do it. I’ll have someone contact the lumber suppliers. You get in touch with our peers in the industry," Yuan Tao said, rubbing his tired eyes and nodding. "But let me be clear. I don’t care how many kickbacks you take or how many bribes you accept, Old Zhou. But I want you to keep a close eye on the quality of the medicine boxes from any factory we subcontract to!"
His eyes sharpened, and his expression grew stern. "If there are any quality issues, we’ll be letting Brother Fan’s efforts go to waste!"
"Of course not, of course not! Why would I take kickbacks or accept bribes? Factory Chief, Mr. Lin, please rest assured. You can leave it all to me!" Old Zhou’s eyes twitched as he waved his hands with a placating smile.
With such a massive volume of orders to distribute to his contacts, the benefits would naturally be significant. But who would be foolish enough to compromise on the quality of the medicine boxes? As long as the nine pharmaceutical giants’ new drugs sold well, the custom boxes would be a continuous river of wealth, just as Lin Fan had said.
The thought that his career could have such a renaissance right before retirement—and a vibrant, flourishing one at that—filled Old Zhou with an ecstatic joy. He felt so happy he could leap ten feet in the air!
"Sigh, I’m going to be so busy from now on... Farewell, my beloved supermodels at the club," Yuan Tao wailed, shaking his head. Then his expression turned serious, and he held a finger to his lips to shush Old Zhou.
His phone screen had lit up with an incoming call. It was none other than Lin Fan.
"Hello? Brother Fan?" Yuan Tao’s face immediately broke into a respectful, beaming smile as he answered.
"Taozi, did the money and orders arrive?" Lin Fan’s calm voice came from the other end, as if the two billion yuan and the massive orders for tens of millions of medicine boxes were nothing to him.
"Yes, they did! Thank you for your incredible generosity, Brother Fan! I’ll work so hard I’ll be able to find you a beautiful new sister-in-law by next year!" Yuan Tao nodded his head like a chicken pecking at grain.
"...Mr. Wang Sr. just asked me for a favor. If you don’t have any issues on your end, prioritize Tianchuan Pharmaceuticals’ order," Lin Fan said after a brief pause, then hung up.
"Quick! Get everyone moving! Get every single person in the factory on this! Call back everyone on vacation or off-duty! I want them back now!" After hanging up, Yuan Tao roared at Old Zhou, looking as if he’d just been shot full of adrenaline. "If we finish this batch well, I’m making an executive decision! Everyone in the factory gets a year-end bonus twenty... no, thirty times the usual amount! And we’re holding the year-end celebration early!"
"Yes, yes! I’ll go make the calls right now!" Old Zhou’s pupils constricted in shock, and he nearly bit his tongue.
A thirty-fold year-end bonus! Who wouldn’t go absolutely wild for that? It would be a crime not to work your hardest after a blessing like this from the God of Wealth!
His face lit up with crazed joy as he scurried out the door, yelling at the top of his lungs. The factory, which had been winding down for the day, erupted into a chaotic, bustling hive of activity.
"Damn it all. Everyone used to look down on me, Yuan Tao. Did they really think I was content to just coast through life, waiting to die?" Yuan Tao muttered under his breath, rubbing his face. Beneath his tightly shut, trembling eyelids, a single, hot, bitter tear silently rolled down his cheek.
In this world, who is truly content to just lie flat and give up? It’s just a helpless choice born from bad luck, a way to console oneself. Still, I have to say, it’s best to follow Brother Fan. One meal with him is enough to leave you bursting at the seams!
