Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen) novel Chapter 380

Sergio certainly understood. They could not use the money earned from the production of guns and ammunition to solve the problem of that many people. Besides, it was not a matter that lasted for a day or two. However, to help the factory and their many employees in this far-flung mountainous area, it really was not an easy problem to solve. If they could liberate the employees, then the problem would have been worked out long ago. There was no need to wait. Also, if they really had the ability, there would be no poor people in the country.

The most important thing was that they couldn't come forward to help the factory openly.

Even if he had thought of a solution, it could either be to find someone to invest, or buy and incorporate.

It was an old, state- owned factory with many secrets. Purchasing and incorporating were not a good option, not to mention that there was no one with such a resolution as well. Thus, investment was the best way forward.

Kyrie furrowed his brows tightly. Eamon was also at a loss.

"Kyrie, didn't our 'golden goose' pay a visit that day? The Richards Group is a powerful financial group. Our factory can only be taken care of by powerful people like Hansen. We should pay full attention to people like him coming to our small factory." The director began to speak.

"Yes, Kyrie. It's difficult to find another man like Hansen to help us with our shabby factory. This is our chance. We should cherish it."

A lively discussion ensued. However, Kyrie and Eamon failed to persuade the director with their plans.

After the meeting, Kyrie and Eamon stayed.

"So many days have passed and there has been no news of him. Do you think he will still come to our place to invest?" Kyrie asked, after exchanging glances with Eamon for a while.

Eamon shook his head and said eventually, "That day, we called him to invite him to a meal. There had been no news from him since then. Maybe it was because we didn't show enough sincerity. Perhaps he had discarded that idea."

"Yes." Kyrie nodded solemnly. "That's possible. It was supposed to be a good thing. Had it not been for the confidential information of the factory, it would be a great thing. However, the situation now is urgent. If it goes on like this, the factory will not be able to hold on. What do you think?"

Eamon sighed. "We can't even figure out what Mr. Xanthe means. He also won't help us overcome the difficulties. It would be great if we could restructure these sliced materials or purge of them from the factory."

"That won't do. This will attract more criticism. Mr. Xanthe will not agree too. This is a large factory. How can we cut it off at will?" Kyrie immediately rejected the idea.

"But what should we do now? There are so many employees, and these sliced materials can't be removed. Even if someone wants them, they just need a little bit. For a large order like the Richards Group, there's no other one like them." Eamon looked distressed as he frowned.

"Alright, let's personally invite them over. We'll say that this is an old, state- owned factory, so it cannot be bought. It can only produce sliced materials. We can sign a contract with him and only accept investment. Then, we can sell the sliced materials. That way, we have the money, and the crisis will be solved. Besides, that day, Mr. Xanthe said that it's a good thing that someone wants to invest, and that we need to elevate the interests of the factory and the employees' living standards. Isn't that what he wants?" An idea struck Kyrie. He slapped his thighs and spoke confidently.

Upon hearing his idea, Eamon also became happy. "Yes, our condition is to only invite him to invest and not to buy. After all, this is a state- owned enterprise. There's nothing he can do to us."

Kyrie and Eamon thought of the idea over and over, and felt that it could work. Right away, they discussed it for a long time and decided to give Alvin a call again.

"Hold up." Kyrie suddenly held his hand up and said with a mysterious smile, "Now that we said it, I do have a solution."

Seeing how confident and mysterious he was, Eamon's interest was piqued.

"What is it?"

"Do you still know Miss Murphy?" Kyrie asked in a low voice.

Miss Murphy? Eamon thought about it and nodded immediately.

"Let me tell you. Miss Murphy is the woman Hansen loves. I don't know why she came here with her child, but Hansen might have come to look for Miss Murphy. Her son is also his. Perhaps she can help with this matter," Kyrie said very excitedly.

"Is that so?" Eamon asked in disbelief. He suddenly understood. He nodded repeatedly. "It's no wonder he asked us to invite her in person that day. They were in here for so long. I felt strange at that time. Now I understand everything."

Kyrie laughed out loud and said, "Just as I said, our petrochemical factory is still a great place. So many big shots had visited our factory. How can such a factory close down? It's impossible."

Eamon also smiled, but yet he said with concern, "But Miss Murphy has left school. We were also not very good to her when she was at school. How would she help us?"

Eamon was deep in thought. In truth, his words made sense. When Miss Murphy had proposed to renovate the school, they had been quite cold. They had even thought that she was meddling in other people's business. Their attitude at that time had been extremely cold. If they went to talk to her, what reason would there be for her to play nice with them?

Kyrie chuckled and said disapprovingly, "If she managed to come to the factory to give out suggestions, it means that she still cares about our factory, and about the children very much. Now she has seen that the factory is facing difficulties. If the children requested her to do so, maybe she will take action. After all, women are more likely to listen to children."

"Great. This is a good idea." Eamon clapped his hands.

Kyrie let out a laugh.

"Mr. Richards, there is some news. Kyrie just called and said he would like to invite you to a meal tomorrow." Alvin reported to Hansen as soon as he entered the room.

"Is that so?" Hansen was sitting in the study, reading the news on the computer. When he heard Alvin's report, a smile tugged at his lips. Without raising his head, he said in disdain, "As expected, they can't hold back, and are starting to take action. Do they think I'll show up?"