Seeing that Xi Xiaolei's eyes were a little red with anger, Lin Chuan asked calmly: "What, Wang Kaizhe proposed to you? Or did this guy take off his clothes and run naked in front of your house? Are you so angry?"
Xi Xiaolei was quite angry at first, but Lin Chuan made her laugh and cry.
"Wang Kaizhe and Xie Hongchen teamed up to purchase affordable fabrics worth 500,000 yuan. They also invited fabric dip-dying masters from country F to personally dip-dye the fabrics.
Now he has started to publicize it in newspapers!"
While talking, Xi Xiaolei gave Huishi Daily to Lin Chuan.
News headline: Fashion development in the new era.
The content was the same as what Xi Xiaolei said, and Wang Kaizhe even took this opportunity to show contempt for him.
"This time I invited international dip-dyeing masters to provide us with the most advanced dip-dying technology in the world, just to break the technical monopoly of some textile factories.
As we all know, the dip-dyeing technology developed by Mengying Textile Factory is indeed very good, but they only use the good technology on their own clothing.
This is undoubtedly increasing the cost of clothing and taking money from people's pockets to provide him with technical fees. This approach is shameless.
I use my own money to buy technology and then share it to reduce the manufacturing cost of clothing and give people a truly cheap and practical product. This is the purpose of my business!"
When he saw this, Lin Chuan laughed.
And he smiled very happily.
"This Wang Kaizhe, I thought he could use some good tricks, but he actually came up with such a trick, I think it's a bit ridiculous!"
Xi Xiaolei frowned slightly and asked doubtfully: "Mr. Lin, he is scolding you by name, and he is using this method to seize the market. How can you still laugh? If it were me, I would not scold you.
He can't!"
This Xi Xiaolei is still silly and silly.
Lin Chuan shook his head helplessly and smiled calmly: "Swearing is just a child's way, and by doing so, he simply doesn't understand the development of the market economy, let alone doing business!
First of all, the current international dip dyeing technology, especially the dip dyeing of cotton, linen, wool and other fabrics, is not yet mature. Our dip dyeing will not fade even if you wash it for a hundred times.
International dip-dying technology requires extremely harsh temperatures to reduce color loss. However, after being washed several times, the color will still fade and the fabric will basically become unwearable.
Moreover, international dip-dying technology is very expensive. How long will it take for them to make back the cost of their investment? When ordinary people find that their fabrics are nothing more than this, how can there still be a market?
Secondly, our brand is originally a high-end brand. In the final analysis, it is a brand for truly successful people or wealthy people.
Even if it is worn by ordinary people, it is enough to show off for a while. It is a brand that can be used and has a reputation everywhere. The clothing factory that Wang Kaizhe worked so hard to build ended up selling street goods and cheap goods. People feel embarrassed when they wear them.
If he wants to sell it at a high price, he must have the best fabrics and designs, but now that the best fabrics are in our hands, do you think he can sell it at a high price?"
Having said this, Lin Chuan casually threw the newspaper away and didn't take it seriously at all.
Xi Xiaolei now finally understands why Lin Chuan is so confident?
The reason is that he has thoroughly studied the development of the market, his understanding of competition, and the pros and cons.
In contrast, Wang Kaizhe's head was hot and he was doing this and that, but in the end he was doomed to fail.
Not everyone can master this market, except Lin Chuan.
Xi Xiaolei looked at Lin Chuan very ambiguously, her inner admiration all intertwined with Lin Chuan's in her eyes.
When Lin Chuan saw that Xi Xiaolei was trying to seduce him again, he hurriedly said: "By the way, have the first batch of fabrics for Brooke been sent out?"
Xi Xiaolei calmed down for a moment, then smiled and said: "It has been sent out. This time, a total of 300,000 yuan of fabric was sent to him. Now we are very nervous about our own fabrics, and Brooke is still a little dissatisfied!"
He is not satisfied with this dead foreigner.
It's a good deal just to agree to give him a deal, but you're still picky.
Speaking of this, Lin Chuan immediately stood up and said, "You go ahead and go to work, I'll go to the machinery factory!"
When Lin Chuan came to the machinery factory, it happened that the workers on the day shift were getting off work.
When passing by the factory gate, Lin Chuan noticed several workers walking out of the factory carrying heavy bags.
Lin Chuan immediately stopped them.
Seeing that it was the boss, several people hurriedly greeted him politely.
"Hi boss!"
Lin Chuan also smiled and said: "Hello, what do you have in this bag?"
Several people looked at each other and refused to say anything.
At this time, Song Qinglin and other workers also gathered around.
As soon as he saw the workers, Song Qinglin suddenly said with a sad face: "It's you guys again, are you stealing things from the factory and selling them for money?"
As he spoke, he stepped forward and snatched the bags from several people's hands. When he opened them, he found that they contained some mechanical parts, such as screws and stuff heads, weighing dozens of kilograms.
Lin Chuan frowned coldly when he saw it.
"Deputy Director Song, please explain to me, what is this?"
Song Qinglin glared at several workers fiercely and hurriedly explained: "Mr. Lin, it's like this. The family conditions of these workers are not very good, so they usually pick up scraps and sell them for money!"
This sentence caused Lin Chuan's impression of Song Qinglin to plummet.
There's nothing wrong with speaking up, but if you don't know how to speak, that's a problem.
First of all, he did not speak from the perspective of the boss, but first explained the reasons for several workers.
Secondly, I usually pick them up and sell them, and it seems this is not the first time.
Lin Chuan saw that in the bag, many parts were brand new, including the screws and so on. How could they be scraps?
This is obviously because he doesn't know how to count, right?
Seeing Lin Chuan's gloomy face, several workers became more energetic.
One of the workers, who still had some social habits, said disdainfully: "Boss, it's nothing. There are six people in my family, and they don't have enough to eat even with my salary.
It’s nothing special for me to pick up some scraps and sell them. When Director Wu was here, he didn’t care about us!”
Another worker followed and said: "Isn't it just some scraps? Don't worry about him, we can take it as we should. I'll see who dares to stop me!"
Lin Chuan looked at these two workers coldly. They were both almost fifty years old, and they looked uneducated, arrogant and taken for granted.
Such people are the most hateful.
Lin Chuan then looked at Song Qinglin and said coldly: "You are more hateful than them. I asked you to be the deputy director of the factory. Is this how you did it for me?
Scrap, right? Do you think those parts are scrap? Do you think those screws are new? Do you think I am blind or do you think you are blind?
Every screw in the factory is bought with money. This kind of behavior is considered stealing. I think you, the deputy director, should stop doing it. You and these workers don't need to do it!"