"Thank you. I'll contact the supplier right away. If everything goes well, the raw materials should arrive
by today." Martin looked at all the production equipment in the factory with relief, as he could finally
begin the process of mass- producing The Beacon.
Back in his office, Martin could be seen dialing Claus's number before holding the phone to his ear. "Mr.
Junkerman, I'm all set here. May I know when the materials will arrive?"
"Mr. Wyanice, they are on their way and should be delivered to you in about an hour. Get ready to
receive the goods." Claus explained.
"Okay, Mr. Junkerman. I'll finalize the arrangements right away."
Martin hung up and placed the phone down with a smile on his face.
"Charles, inform the folks in the warehouse that the cargo trucks will arrive in about an hour's time,"
Martin said to his assistant.
“Okay, Mr. Wyance. I'm going to arrange it."
About an hour later, several supply trucks entered Martin's factory.
"Mr, Wyance, the trucks have arrived," Charles said as he strode into Martin's office.
Martin rose to his feet and followed Charles outside to examine the materials.
Meanwhile, one of the drivers got out of his vehicle and handed the delivery note to Martin. "Mr.
Wyance, you may check the goods and place your signature here if it is okay."
"I have confidence in Mr. Johnston. Thanks a lot," Martin said politely, as this was his first time dealing
with these people.
"Charles, escort the drivers to the lounge and let them relax for a bit."
“Thank you for your kindness, Mr. Wyance, but we should hurry up and unload the cargo," the driver
said. "That way, we can report back to the company as soon as possible."
“Okay. Charles, tell our men to make haste and start unloading," Martin said.
"Yes, Mr. Wyance."
“Hurry up, everyone!"
People in the factory got busy, and soon after, several tons of materials had been unloaded.
"Mr. Wyance, we're leaving," one of the truck drivers said, and climbed into his vehicle.
"Goodbye!" Martin then turned around and ordered. "Charles, let's begin right away!"
"Okay, Mr. Wyance," Charles replied.
The entire factory was in full swing. With the raw materials entering the machine, some important parts
were gradually made.
"Charles, the quality of this part is not up to snuff. I need this fixed immediately," Martin said, having
found some problems right from the start.
As time went by and the equipment were running, more and more problems became apparent. Martin
called a halt to the production process at once and set about trying to discover what the issues were
and what went wrong. Otherwise, they would be wasting more of their materials, which came at an
exuberant cost.
“Joe, take the lead and get the quality control department to monitor the key processes. Find out what
the fundamental issue is, and correct it to ensure that parts produced are up to standard," иσνєℓєвσσк.
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“Okay, Mr. Wyance. I will get right on with it," Joe said.
Martin stood on the second floor, looking at all the equipment below. "I wonder, what went wrong?"
At that exact moment, a hand tapped him on the shoulder, and
Nicole's voice blurted out, "What are you staring at?"
"Nicole, what are you doing here?" Martin glanced at her and continued to observe the production sites
downstairs.
Nicole caught sight of the sort of mood he was in, and asked, "What is with that sour look on your
face?"
"Nothing," Martin replied, as he was not the best at expressing his feelings and usually kept things to
himself whenever he faced an issue.
“Nothing? It is written all over your face," Nicole asserted, as she felt sorry having to see him in this
state.
"Is it that obvious?" Martin turned around to face Nicole.
“Of course it is. What is going on? Is there something wrong with the product?"
Nicole had hit the nail on the head.
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