However, being able to speak to his grandfather, the first impression he gave him was a little friendly, "Brother, please come in."

"Hey, you kid, you didn't even have hair and you became the director of the factory. I guess you are quite capable." The rough man grinned and said, "You have to say ugly things before. If the toys are not of good quality, the factory will be ruined by you."

"..."

"If the quality is good..."

The rough man walked into the production workshop and saw the vicious dog, "This dog is good!"

As he said that, he was afraid that the vicious dog would bite him, so he turned his wrist and locked the dog's neck, opened the dog's mouth with his other hand, rubbed the dog's waist, scratched the dog's eyes, and turned around and said: "Two hundred thousand!"

"???"

"Two hundred thousand, do you want to sell it?"

After Xu Fei was stunned, he put his trembling hands into his pocket and said, "It's a little less."

"How many did you say?"

"Half a million!"

……………

evening.

Sales Department of Tin Toy Factory.

Lao Huang and twenty salesmen sat at their respective workstations with blank faces, not knowing what to think.

Xu Fei was half lying on the rocking chair left behind by the fan factory, also confused.

After struggling to make a batch of toys, there was a power outage, building a factory, recruiting workers, and even making up nonsense about a foreign company.

In the end, the money earned was not worth three stray dogs.

Toy payment: 225,000+75,000.

Climb over the wall, train three stray dogs, wait for an hour to bring them back, and perform to the director of the fertilizer factory that three plus one equals four, and then perform a cigarette butt hunting performance, and after bargaining and haggling: 1.5 million.

As for the vicious dog, it must not be sold. It belongs to the village chief's family. We must adhere to principles.

But the problem is, even military dogs are not that expensive.

What's more, aging military dogs.

Xu Fei opened the virtual page and looked at the mini map.

Three burly stray dogs, trained by the base and even unknown to their parents, are moving rapidly in an unknown area at a speed of 350km/h.

Is this a helicopter ride?

But if I sell them, I can still give orders. Do they still belong to me?

‘Huh? An unknown map is displayed, a military dog ​​breeding base?!’

'These three stray dogs are also good luck.'

'I just don't know if the baby I will give birth to is Chuan Chuan or an excellent military dog ​​pup.'

'If it's Chuan Chuan, I don't know if people will sue us for selling fake goods.'
Chapter completed!