Qin Zhuo stretched out two fingers and said with some embarrassment: "I have over 2 million in my hand now."
Just two or three years after it opened, he already had 2 million in hand.
If you tell me, you will envy the dead.
If it were Qin Zhuo when he first started college, his life goal would have been to earn 100,000 yuan, and he would never dare to even think about 2 million yuan.
But since he started working with Hua Zhao, he was embarrassed to ask for 2 million in front of Hua Zhao.
Just look at Sun Shang, who is smiling all the time next to him. The food factory that has just opened has already made over 10 million in profit!
This is still limited by the production machine.
If there are more machines, this number will definitely double.
The more production lines, the more times.
Ham sausage is really popular all over the country. The more popular it is, the more popular it will be. Once it is produced, it will definitely be snatched away.
No, everything that hasn't been produced yet has been taken away.
Sun Shang just sits there and counts money every day. I envy him so much!
But he was not willing to open another ham sausage factory.
Firstly, he was competing for business with Hua Zhao, and secondly, he was discerning. He felt that this thing would not last long, and he just wanted to sell it fresh and wait until everyone had eaten it. There would be a day when they had enough.
At that time, it will either go bankrupt or work hard to produce new models like clothing...
Stop, his head hurts again.
"If you figure out the routine, you can work for a lifetime...it's not impossible." Hua Zhao said.
Qin Zhuo's eyes lit up: "What what?"
Sun Shang also looked over curiously. Is this such a good thing? How could he not think of it?
In the past few months, Qin Zhuo had been working hard for him, a top student who had not graduated from Tsinghua University, but he could not imagine where such a good job could still make a lot of money.
Now small money cannot satisfy Qin Zhuo's appetite.
Two million people are too embarrassed to say it.
"Agent, is there a real estate agent in Pengcheng now?" Hua Zhao asked.
"Real estate agency?" Qin Zhuo and Sun Shang said at the same time.
As soon as I heard the name, I knew what it was for, but after thinking about it, I really didn’t have one.
"If you want to rent a house, just ask around, or if you want to rent a house, just go to a local and ask," Qin Zhuo said.
The scale of Pengcheng today is certainly incomparable to that of the future. It is still small. If something happens to a family, everyone around them will know about it.
"Or find a middleman." Sun Shang said.
Now there are no intermediaries, but there are "middlemen".
"Zhongren" is also an ancient industry, and now it is being picked up again.
"Then set up a real estate agency." Hua Zhao said: "In the future, the scale of Pengcheng will be ten times and a hundred times that of the present, and the population will also be ten and a hundred times of the present.
"Everyone needs housing. They are all migrant workers from other places. They have to rent a house when they first arrive. It is time-consuming and labor-intensive to move around. It is better to find an agency directly to help them arrange it properly, which saves time and effort."
Qin Zhuo said nothing, lowered his head and thought quickly.
This is a job of collecting information and then matching the information.
Although it sounds very troublesome, this work is actually all small and piecemeal work, none of which is important, and there are no major decisions that require him to make his own decisions.
No decision can affect the life or death of the company without fear of making mistakes.
Moreover, collecting information and renting out houses can be left to the people below.
Can he sit at home and count money every day?
"This is good, this is good!" Qin Zhuo nodded crazily: "I like it!"
"Don't let the money in your hands sit idle. If you see a suitable house, buy it as a fixed asset, or buy a building directly and open a hotel." Hua Zhaodao.