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Chapter 354 - 222: Is There Anything That Can Trouble You, Mr. Chen?

Chapter 354: Chapter 222: Is There Anything That Can Trouble You, Mr. Chen?

Beep Beep Beep.

A series of crisp horn sounds made Chen Cheng, who was sitting under the Big Willow Tree at the front door, look up.

Five small box trucks parked neatly in front of Wanbao Hall, with Feng Biao coming down from the lead vehicle.

"Dacheng, take a look at these trucks, don’t they look just like new?" he said with a proud smile.

Chen Cheng got up and closely examined the five small trucks in front of him.

The brand-new bodies shone brightly under the sun, the paint glossy and unscratched.

The tire treads were clearly visible, and there was a faint smell of machine oil in the air, indeed they seemed like brand-new vehicles straight from the factory.

"Are these really second-hand?" Chen Cheng asked with a smile.

Feng Biao grinned, showing a row of white teeth: "Of course! I visited many dealerships to find these, they are absolutely reliable in quality and reasonably priced!"

"By the time we print Camellia’s name on these truck bodies, the work will be complete!"

Chen Cheng nodded, "It’s clear you’ve put a lot of thought into this!"

"Absolutely!" Feng Biao patted his chest, "I’ve been running around the past few days, just to find these well-conditioned second-hand vehicles. Not only are they much cheaper than new cars, but their performance is also not inferior to new cars."

"The key point is, these vehicles have just been transferred to new owners not long ago and have hardly been on long trips, everything from the engines is just like new! The money saved can be used to purchase more equipment, don’t you think?"

Chen Cheng nodded with a smile, knowing Feng Biao was trying to save wherever possible, as after all, from his perspective, their venture was just starting and there were many expenses ahead.

"Right."

He clapped his hands, and the drivers from the other vehicles got out and lined up in front of Chen Cheng.

Feng Biao said, "Call them."

"Brother Cheng!"

"Brother Cheng!"

Feng Biao introduced: "Knowing you’re busy, I’ve found all the drivers. They are all experienced and have never had an accident."

Chen Cheng looked at the drivers in front of him, whose ages ranged from thirty to forty, with tanned skin and resolute eyes, clearly veteran long-haul drivers.

"Good, I trust your choices." Chen Cheng turned to ask, "Are the wages settled?"

"8500, market rate."

Chen Cheng nodded, "No problem, you can start with them."

He turned to the drivers and said, "Gentlemen, our tea shop hasn’t officially opened yet. After opening, Mr. Biao here will be in charge of you, and he will guide you to become familiar with the warehouse and the locations of various shops."

"Additionally, each of you should get a payroll card from Jingfa Bank. We pay salaries on the 25th, and it may be earlier during holidays, we are honest with old and young alike."

The drivers nodded, their faces showing relieved smiles.

Although a salary of 8500 is just an average standard, it is much more relaxed than braving outdoor conditions to deliver materials for a tea shop.

Furthermore, Chen Cheng’s promise of timely salary payments gave them peace of mind and a sense of stability.

"What about the employment contracts? I’ll have Mr. Biao give them to you once they are ready," Chen Cheng continued.

Feng Biao picked up from there, "This is Lao Zhang, the most experienced. He has been in cargo transportation for over a decade. Letting him lead the team shouldn’t pose any problems."

He whispered, "His salary is 1000 higher."

Chen Cheng nodded in agreement, and Lao Zhang smiled naively, "Mr. Chen, Mr. Biao, rest assured. I will lead the team well and ensure tasks are completed safely and on time."

"Let’s all work hard together to grow and strengthen!"

"Okay!" The drivers responded in unison, their voices loud and filled with motivation.

Chen Cheng turned to Feng Biao, "Then you take them to get familiar with the routes first."

"Right," Feng Biao remembered something, quickly walked back to the vehicle, and brought out a bag, handing Chen Cheng a document folder.

"What’s this?"

Feng Biao explained, "This is the organizational chart designed by Yingzi for us. We still need to hire more people for the warehouse, including inventory management, sorting, packaging, and ideally a forklift operator."

Chen Cheng opened the folder, his gaze falling on the organizational chart drawn by Yingzi.

The chart clearly displayed the future company departments and personnel allocation, from management to front-line workers, with each position’s responsibilities and requirements clearly marked.

"You handle these matters," Chen Cheng said with a smile: "I must say, our Yingzi has been working in foreign trade HR for so many years, and she’s really meticulous with her work."

"Absolutely necessary."

Feng Biao said proudly, "You review that, I’ll take them to get familiar with the routes."

"Okay, take it slow."

Feng Biao drove off with Lao Zhang and the others to the warehouse, while Chen Cheng sat back down under the Big Willow Tree, flipping through the personnel table planned by Liu Ying.

Originally, he was just a salaried employee, unaware of how to run a company smoothly.

Every department, every position, seemed like little gears, and only when all gears perfectly meshed together could they drive the large machinery of the company to operate smoothly.

And now, he was just running a simple tea shop, and it was already this complicated.

Chen Cheng then realized, when he saw Wen Shulin in the morning, her furrowed brow, there was a reason for it.

If a tea shop was this complex, what more for the rebranded CGG.

"Difficult, difficult," Chen Cheng muttered.

"What’s difficult? Is there anything that can stump you, Mr. Chen?"

Hearing the familiar voice, Chen Cheng looked up to see Ding Suo had arrived.

He held a large-brimmed hat fanning himself, with a bag tucked under his arm. Despite it already being autumn, his blue shirt was still stained with sweat.

"What kind of wind blew you here, Ding Suo?" Chen Cheng asked with a smile: "Did you walk over?"

Ding Suo replied, "Never mind all that."

He took out a business license from his bag, "If not for E’er sister’s face, would I bring you these documents?"