After Wang Mingliang finished speaking, everyone in the village was pondering and thinking.
"Mr. Wang, I don't understand something. According to what you said, we need to form a single furniture industry chain, and you also promised that we will be full. Then the output will definitely not be low. If we can If you produce 10,000 sets of furniture, how will your company sell these 10,000 sets of furniture?" asked the village accountant.
"...Haha, let me tell you, don't listen to me." Wang Mingliang rubbed his palms and smiled brightly.
"You say."
The accountant nodded.
"In other factories, the boss orders the workers and uses them like robots, but here, the boss orders the boss, and everyone uses themselves as a living donkey. If normal furniture can be shipped out of the factory for only two thousand yuan, you have I can get it out for only 1,800 yuan. Because I am the final buyer, I will naturally control your production costs. In this case, I have a profit margin of 200 yuan. Then I will OEM and distribute the goods. As long as I organize a warehouse, I will Can we start this business?" Wang Mingliang said without any concealment.
"What is OEM,."
"OEM production." Wang Mingliang answered simply.
"What is OEM."
Qi Changfu asked again.
"...Uh...it's the processing of finished products." Wang Mingliang thought for a long time and explained helplessly.
"Oh, just sell the finished products to well-known furniture companies, put their brands on them, and then flow into the market, right?" Qi Changfu finally understood.
"Hehe, yes."
Wang Mingliang nodded.
"Mr. Wang, this idea is too wild, so do it this way." The accountant nodded.
"Yes, I'm doing this to support you. Now I sell soy products. I beg my grandpa to sue my grandma, but I can't get any customers. I make a little money every year, but I'm about to develop stomach cancer. If you do this, I don't have to worry about anything. OK, someone will place the order, and I will be responsible for production." A small factory owner said, patting his thigh.
"Haha, Mr. Wang, let me toast you."
After hearing this, the people in the village seemed very enthusiastic and raised their glasses to express their gratitude.
"Fuck, it's so easy to think about. It's like you can make money even though everyone else is stupid." At this moment, a strong man appeared with a dark towel on his shoulders. , his face turned slightly red after drinking, he held peanuts with his chopsticks and curled his lips and said.
"Uh-huh."
Everyone was stunned and looked at the strong man.
"...Xiaobo, please stop saying a few words. Can you eat it? If you can't, go home." Qi Changfu immediately scolded him.
"Fuck, I brought half a damn duck, why should I go home?" The strong man suddenly scratched his neck.
Wang Mingliang glanced at him awkwardly and said nothing.
"Hurry and straighten him out."
Qi Changfu scolded again.
"Let's go, Xiaobo,."
The accountant stood up and pulled him out.
"I haven't finished eating yet."
"I'll send you back later to order some food and drinks."
"Fuck, don't hold me back."
Xiaobo and the accountant rushed out of the gate in unison.
"Who is he, haha." I asked Qi Changfu with a smile.
"There is a jobless vagrant in our village, a scoundrel, don't talk to him."
Qi Changfu waved his hand and replied.
I was a little puzzled when I heard this. I don't know why Qi Changfu brought Xiaobo here even though he knew that Xiaobo was a leper. But I couldn't ask him, so I could only smile, hold the wine glass and say: "Here, let's take a sip. .”
…
Two hours later, Zhang Ben, Wang Mingliang and I rushed to the city.
"I'm telling you Nannan, this place is really worth investing in. There are many details you haven't noticed. You know, when I went to the factory, I casually asked their workers, do you know how much they pay per day? 35,,35, Brother, in today’s society, who else can afford to pay for 35 yuan? Did you see that in that factory, even the fifty-year-old lady wore a mask and was picking mushrooms there? Can you see this kind of situation in the urban area? The labor cost is much lower than the market level, and the workers are willing to endure hardships and can do work that others cannot do. This place is really worth investing some money in." Wang Mingliang was sitting there. In the car, he said to me very seriously.
"...I believe what you said, but I feel that our advance fund is a bit like drinking blood." I frowned and said.
"Nan Nan, what you are paying for is real money. Let me put it bluntly. If you don't advance the capital, this industrial chain will not be formed at all. Then is this village qualified to let people drink blood? Everything is mutual. Yes, if you bear the investment risk, then after it develops, you will definitely have the majority of the profits, and there is nothing to be embarrassed about." Wang Mingliang said directly.
"……."
I fell silent immediately.
"The advance capital is for the future. After this village develops, these small factories will definitely want to go it alone, so they must be controlled in advance so that they always have a debt ratio, understand." Wang Mingliang said again.
"call."
After listening to Wang Mingliang's words, I rubbed my face vigorously, and then said to Zhang Ben: "If you make an appointment with Gao Yu, tell me that I will treat him to dinner tonight."
Zhang Ben nodded.
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The other end.
After Xiaobo from Xinhua Village was kicked home by his accountant, he lay on the kang in a daze and made a phone call.
"Hey, Brother Er."
Xiaobo bared his teeth and said.
"Well, what's wrong?"
"Qi Changfu, this old guy, Ba Deng, still refuses to give up. He doesn't want our village to be relocated. Today, a bunch of bosses from some big company came and said they want to create a single industry chain for furniture." Xiaobo said in a daze.
"...Ah, which company is it from?"
After Xiaoer listened, he asked casually.
"It seems to be called Taihe Real Estate. The boss is not very old. He seems to be less than thirty. He is probably a second-generation rich man named Xiang Nan." Xiaobo said casually.
"What do you call Wanying?" After hearing this, Xiaoer was stunned for a long time and suddenly asked.
"southward."
"……."
Xiaoer was silent for a while, and then asked: "What do you think Xiang Nan means? Does he really want to invest money in your place?"
"It looks like he and Lao Qitou talk a lot."
Xiaobo nodded.
"Okay, I get it."
Xiaoer hung up the phone directly, then kicked the office chair away, gritted his teeth and cursed: "Why the hell are you everywhere?"
"what is wrong,."
Xue Yu opened the door, stretched his neck and asked.
"It's okay, something happened over there in Xinhua Village."
Xiaoer waved her hand in reply, and then continued: "Call Tangtang and ask him to hang out at night."
"Okay, I get it."
Xue Yu nodded, and then shouted to the waiter outside the door: "Pack up the things in the room."
After two or three consecutive small conflicts, Xiaoer and I pressed each other again and again, but we didn't expect that we would still touch each other.
But this time, it's not for trivial matters, but for profit.
Ever since we left Xinhua Village, these new wave of gangsters have slowly gotten involved in this matter.