135 From The Bottom (2/2)

Five grand?

The five of them were elated, hardly believing what they just heard.

”Five grand, per person, per month?”

”That's right.”

Xiao Luo affirmed with a nod.

Wahh!

They gasped, dazed from what they just heard. Five thousand dollars per month? There were goldmines everywhere in this metropolis, and they've finally gotten themselves into one.

”Hurry up, and thank Brother Xiao!” Feng Wuhen quickly prompted his companions to thank Xiao Luo.

”Thank you, Brother Xiao!”

The men clasped their fists together in traditional Chinese fashion and expressed their gratitude towards Xiao Luo. Even in their dreams, they never thought they would ever get their hands on a job that paid five thousand dollars per month. The bad days were gone, finally gone. Recollecting the harsh times they'd gone through over the past few months, they suddenly felt emotions getting the better of them, and almost teared up.

”Don't be too happy just yet. As regular workers, yes, your benefits might be ok but, the work itself is laborious. You'll be working in two shifts. Day shifts are better; the night shifts would deplete you. These five grand will not be easy money. You have to be mentally prepared,” Zhang Dashan reminded.

”We are not afraid of hardship!” Feng Wuhen said resolutely.

Xiao Luo stood up and patted him on his shoulders, ”Work and learn more. When you have acquired your skills, I'll get you guys to do some other stuff.”

”Yes, Brother Xiao,” Feng Wuhen nodded quickly, with both a tinge of excitement and anticipation for the new job.

Zhang Dashan quivered in disgust as he teased, ”You f*ckhead, you're acting more and more like a boss now, aren't you? You e know how to encourage your employees.”

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”Mr. Xiao, I have to tell you about our issues. The amount of orders we received is way beyond our factory's production capacity.” Zhang Donghai, a wrinkled face man, spoke to Xiao Luo. ”The Mid-Autumn Festival will arrive in half a month. Even if everyone in the factory works overtime,24 hours per day with no sleep, we may not be able to make it,” Luo's Workshop's factory director grumbled.

With the Fuke Group's order and the orders from Taste Buds, all put together, it was truly overwhelming for Luo's Workshop, given their production capacity.

”We don't have to fulfill everyone. Just produce as many as we can,” Xiao Luo said faintly.

”But aren't we going to breach our contracts? If that happens, we have to pay a huge sum of money,” Zhang Donghai said, spreading his hands while frowning.

Xiao Luo smiled, ”Relax, and we won't be breaching any contracts. Our contracts are all drawn up based on our production capacity. As of the Mid-Autumn festival, they'll be taking as much as we can produce. There's no issue.

For the customers they snatched over from Taste Buds, their contract did not stipulate that the Luo's Workshop had to meet their order requirement. The terms were that they would receive orders based on the quantity Luo's workshop could produce. He added this item exclusively in consideration of Luo's Workshop's production capacity.

All the bosses of these companies had either lost their bets or had some secrets in his hands. They had to comply even they did not wish to.

”Huh? D-does that even work?”

Zhang Donghai was startled. He had never seen such a lop-sided and unreasonable contract. The question was, why did those customers sign on them? What in the world was going on, what had Mr. Xiao done?

”Knock. Knock. Knock.”

At that very moment, someone knocked on the office door.