Seventies Sweetheart: From Breakup to Billionaire-Chapter 172: Agreement

"Eat less! Leave some for others!" The team leader couldn’t help but roar.

Startled, Accountant Xu choked and quickly gulped down several mouthfuls of water to recover.

"Don’t blame me, blame these buns for being too delicious."

Lin Xiang arrived at the cotton spinning factory. The gatekeeper recognized her and didn’t even ask for her registration, letting her in directly.

Upon hearing that Lin Xiang had arrived, Secretary Hu hurried over to her with a pile of documents in his arms. "Comrade Lin Xiang, the director is in a meeting. I’ll be hosting you for now."

Secretary Hu was overly polite, making Lin Xiang feel a bit embarrassed, "No need to bother, Secretary Hu. I’m not here to see Director Chen today. I have something to discuss with the chef in the kitchen."

Though puzzled about why Lin Xiang wanted to see the chef, Secretary Hu still led her to the kitchen.

It was past breakfast time, so the kitchen wasn’t busy. Chef Yang and a few assistants were happily chatting as they prepped vegetables.

When Secretary Hu called him out, Chef Yang was a bit confused.

"Chef Yang, this is Comrade Lin Xiang."

"Oh, Comrade Lin! I know! She’s the lucky baby of our cotton spinning factory."

Lin Xiang looked a bit embarrassed, "Well, Chef Yang, I have something I’d like to discuss with you."

"Sure, go ahead," Chef Yang proudly patted his chest, "As long as it’s something I, Old Yang, can handle, I won’t let you down!"

Lin Xiang’s title as the lucky baby had spread throughout the cotton spinning factory, even affecting the kitchen.

A foreign exchange order worth ten million, when converted to Hua Country Currency, equates to more than ten years’ revenue for the cotton spinning factory.

So, to fulfill the order, the factory provided better benefits to the employees, not only reflecting in their wages but also in increased meal allowances.

Many employees, to save time for more work to earn wages, who used to go home for meals, now chose to eat at the kitchen. With more diners, the kitchen’s revenue also increased.

Though the kitchen was managed by the factory, their workload increased as wages went up. The increased dining meant more purchasing, hence there was more profit to be made.

Chef Yang looked at Lin Xiang as if she were the God of Wealth.

How could he refuse when the God of Wealth sought his help?

Lin Xiang handed a few buns to Chef Yang.

"I’ve had breakfast, Comrade Lin; there’s no need for courtesy."

Lin Xiang: "...No, I just want you to taste the buns and give me some suggestions."

Chef Yang knew Lin Xiang was skilled in cooking; otherwise, she wouldn’t have been preparing Western meals for foreign clients.

He casually took a sauerkraut pork bun, tried a few bites, and couldn’t help but say, "Pretty good! Better than mine. There’s nothing that needs improvement."

Lin Xiang: "Chef Yang, can we sell these buns to the kitchen?"

Chef Yang paused in his chewing, "Sell...sell to the kitchen? Comrade Lin, do I understand your meaning correctly?"

"Our Li Hua Team has just set up a bun workshop, specializing in bun production. You’ve tasted the flavor; it’s quite good. But sales are an issue, so I was wondering if there’s a possibility for our Li Hua Team’s bun workshop to collaborate with your kitchen?" 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Chef Yang looked at the half-eaten bun in his hand, then at his kitchen, and finally focused on Lin Xiang, "It’s possible, but..."

But why should he collaborate with Li Hua Team to buy their buns?

The kitchen could make buns themselves.

However, if the God of Wealth made a request, agreeing wouldn’t be a problem.

Chef Yang and Lin Xiang both looked at Secretary Hu.

"Secretary Hu, why don’t you handle your main task for now?"

"The director is in a meeting, and there’s nothing urgent at the moment."

"What if the director needs to find you after the meeting?"

Secretary Hu belatedly realized that they didn’t want him to be present.

Not wanting to be tactless, he said, "I just remembered, I need to deliver some documents. I’ll head out first. Comrade Lin, have your chat first, and we’ll meet again later."

As soon as Secretary Hu left, Chef Yang invited Lin Xiang to sit.

"Comrade Lin, what’s this collaboration about? Although the kitchen is under my management, I’m not the sole decider. I need to understand clearly first."

Lin Xiang had prepared in advance, so when Chef Yang asked, she replied immediately, "From what I know, the cafeteria sells a bun for ten cents, and you can only sell 150 buns a day, right?"

"The kitchen has only me and two assistants; the three of us can only make 150 buns a day, no more."

"Our buns would be priced at nine cents each, with a guaranteed daily supply of at least 200 buns. Of course, if more is needed, our production capacity can match it."

"Chef Yang, what do you think?"

Chef Yang began calculating in his mind.

He and the two assistants could only make 150 buns daily, but there were at least 600 workers having breakfast at the cotton spinning factory every day.

Many who arrived late complained about not being able to buy buns; he’d heard this kind of complaint countless times.

Collaborating with the God of Wealth could earn two cents per bun, translating to four dollars for 200 buns.

The workers could enjoy warm buns, the God of Wealth’s bun workshop would profit, and he and the assistants could earn some extra money without any effort. Plus, with the God of Wealth involved, even if the director found out, nothing would be said.

This was undoubtedly a win-win-win!

"Let’s do it! Can the buns be delivered tomorrow?"

"Of course. We have both meat-fill and sauerkraut pork buns, all at the same price. How many of each would you like?"

He hadn’t tried the meat-filled one, but the sauerkraut pork bun he’d just eaten was not earth-shattering but definitely tastier than his own.

"Alright then, bring a hundred of each tomorrow. I’ll tell you which flavor we need after seeing how the workers react."

"Deal, let’s confirm it." Lin Xiang took out a prepared agreement, "Even though we’ve agreed verbally, I think it’s best to have it in writing, just in case anything changes mid-way, don’t you think, Chef Yang?"

It was Chef Yang’s first time signing such a thing, the words "not necessary" were on the tip of his tongue but he didn’t voice them, eventually signing his name on the agreement.

After signing the agreement with Chef Yang, Lin Xiang planned to return to her village.

With two hundred buns needed for tomorrow, she had to go back and prepare today, at least selecting who would make the buns.

As for other factories, it wouldn’t be too late to consider them once things were stable at the cotton spinning factory.

Just as Lin Xiang was leaving the cafeteria, she ran into Director Chen, who had just finished his meeting.

"Already discussed?" Director Chen asked directly.

Chef Yang slinked back into the kitchen, afraid Director Chen would question him.

Lin Xiang waved the agreement in her hand, "The agreement is signed. I should be thanking you, Director Chen."