Being Reborn And Starting Off By Not Being A Simp Chapter 216

   Chapter 216 Production capacity exceeds 10 million

   After breakfast, Liu Qing went to climb the mountain with the two girls.

   Fengqi Mountain is the highest mountain in Pengcheng, with an altitude of more than 900 meters, right on the sea.

By the time    climbed to the top of the mountain, it was already noon.

   Standing on the top of the mountain, you can see the vast sea, the prosperous and stable city and the turbulent city.

  Xiaowen took a lot of photos.

   She asked Liu Qing to help her take a photo of her and Ye Wanrong, and also asked Ye Wanrong to help her take a photo of her and Liu Qing, and she also took a photo of Liu Qing and Ye Wanrong.

   When taking a group photo of Liu Qing and Ye Wanrong, a thought suddenly flashed in my heart: "The two of them seem to be a good match."

  A lot of people come here to climb the mountain on weekends. Every time they go to a place suitable for taking pictures, there are a lot of people taking pictures there. You have to wait slowly before you can take your own photo.

  Especially at the top of the mountain, if you want to take a photo without anyone else, you may have to wait for half an hour.

  Sometimes I have no choice but to take pictures of others as background walls.

  The mountain goes up and down the mountain, there are people along the way, and there is no break.

   However, Liu Qing knew that in two months, the place would become deserted.

  Everyone will hide in the house, facing the arrival of unknown terror.

   After that, it will slowly recover.

   However, in the future that Liu Qing can see, he will not completely get rid of that influence, and it will explode every once in a while, making people panic.

   That's because it's in China.

  For foreign countries, it is not that there is an outbreak every once in a while, but that there is no rest after the outbreak.

  Liu Qing felt that he should do more.

   While resting in the middle of the mountain, Liu Qing sent a message to Qin Kun: "Tomorrow morning, everyone from our company will have a meeting together and call all the signed anchors."

   Qin Kun asked, "What's the matter?"

   "I can't tell you in detail about the increase in public welfare content in the next month or two. Let's talk about it tomorrow." Liu Qing replied.

   "Do you want to call Mo Xiaodie?" Qin Kun asked again.

  Liu Qing: "She doesn't need it anymore, let her have a good rest."

   After finishing the WeChat chat with Qin Kun, Liu Qing turned to Ye Wanrong again and said, "We'll go down the mountain later and drive to the mask factory."

   "What's the matter?" Ye Wanrong asked curiously.

  The mask factory is working overtime every day to produce masks, and there is no such thing as weekends.

   But Liu Qing will arrange for a rest for herself, and generally will not go to the mask factory on weekends unless there is an emergency.

   It's already past two o'clock in the afternoon on Sunday, and people are still halfway up the mountain, thinking about going to the mask factory, which seems to be a little urgent.

   "It's nothing urgent, I'm going to Tianyuan Media tomorrow for some business, so bring a box of masks from there." Liu Qing said.

   "Oh," Ye Wanrong nodded, "You want them to advertise your mask."

  Liu Qing smiled and said, "You are simply too smart."

   Fengqi Mountain can drive the car all the way to the middle of the mountain, which can save a lot of time.

   It's just that they came here to climb the mountain, there is no need to do such a thing, the car is parked in the parking lot at the foot of the mountain.

   When we got to the bottom of the mountain, it was already past four in the afternoon. Xiaowen's legs were shaking and she couldn't stand it anymore.

   Ye Wanrong has nothing to do. She exercises a lot every day. Climbing such a mountain will not make her too tired, and it will not affect her driving.

  Xiaowen sat in the back seat with Liu Qing, she sat sideways, her legs rested on Liu Qing's lap, and said:

   "Brother Qing, I really can't do it anymore. My legs are very sore. You can press it for me, and I'll press it for you when I come back."

  Liu Qing has been running more than 10,000 every day these days. Although climbing this mountain is a bit tiring, it is not exaggerated to the point of Xiaowen.

   Seeing this girl screaming pitifully, she could only massage her and said, "You still have to exercise more."

  Xiaowen complained: "I also want to exercise, but I don't have time. When you go out for a run in the morning, I have to prepare breakfast for you. When you go out for a run in the evening, I have to practice dancing or something."

   When I go to work, I have nothing to do with my job, but I still need to learn accounting, and I also need to learn about live broadcasts.

   Among the three people in the car, she was the most tired and the one who exercised the least.

  There is no way, the starting point in life is too low, if you want to live a better life, you have to work harder than others.

   Ye Wanrong was fine originally, but looking at Liu Qing in the rearview mirror pressing Xiaowen's leg, she suddenly felt that her leg was a little sore.

  ——It seems that it would be good if someone came to press it.

   After this thought flashed through her mind, she smiled again—Xiaowen is here, she has no chance like that.

   She still didn't want to expose her ambiguous relationship with Liu Qing in front of Xiaowen.

  The car drove all the way to the mask factory, Liu Qing got off the car alone, Ye Wanrong said to Xiaowen: "You come here with me, I have learned massage, I will give you a massage."

   Her father opened a martial arts gym, and he learned traditional martial arts. He also had to learn such things as massage and bone setting, and of course she also learned it.

   She is quite professional in this regard.

   gave Xiaowen a massage, and then said to her: "Go back, soak your feet in hot water, this will relieve the pain, otherwise you will be very uncomfortable for a while."

  Liu Qing arrived at the mask factory. Ma Guoming, the factory manager, was in the factory and explained to Liu Qing the current production situation of the mask factory.

  The previously recruited employees have gone to work after training, and all the machines that were idle have started working. The average working time of the production workers in the factory is 11 hours a day.

   Now the factory's one-day production capacity has exceeded 10 million pieces.

   This is an astonishing number.

   Although he didn't say it, Ma Guoming's eyes already had a lot of worry - now that there is no sales, and so many masks are produced, what will we do in the future?

  Liu Qing is quite happy.

   Follow Ma Guoming to the warehouse to see, the old warehouse is already full of boxes of masks.

   The newly expanded warehouse is several times larger than the old warehouse, and now there are many masks produced.

   "Is the supply of raw materials okay?" Liu Qing is most concerned about this.

  Ma Guoming said: "The purchasing supervisor is shopping outside every day during this period. There are still more than 200 tons of meltblown cloth in the warehouse, and there are more than 100 tons of meltblown cloth sent by several different manufacturers on the road."

   They signed a contract with President Wang of Jiangnan to supply 300 tons of meltblown cloth per month, but Liu Qing still asked the purchasing manager to purchase as much as possible.

   During this time, the most money spent was on the purchase of meltblown cloth.

   This kind of sweeping purchase has already allowed several manufacturers to increase their production capacity - although there is no new production line like Mr. Wang, but working overtime, the production capacity can be increased a lot.

   "Good job," Liu Qing said. "Let him be busy for more than a month, and then go to Mr. Wang's side to watch. As much as he produces, he will ship it to me."

   (end of this chapter)

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