Countless companies have emerged under the reform and opening up, but countless companies are still facing huge crises. This is also a general trend. Not to mention village-run factories, even Liu Lang's hometown of Fucheng is also facing its first transformation.
Nowadays, the efficiency of many factories is not good. The sales of the bearing factory where Liu Donglai used to work this year are 30% lower than last year. The same is true of Grandpa Liu Lang's old chemical factory. The products it produces are good or bad.
, but now the country doesn’t want them anymore. The reason is very simple. Many factories produce products that are better and cheaper than yours. Who will buy these waste products from you? The country is not taking advantage of you!
Under the wave of market economy, factories under the original planned economy have already experienced a crisis. If they want to survive, they must immediately increase productivity and improve product quality. Otherwise, there will be only a dead end.
It is a pity that many companies in Fucheng and even Northern Liaoning Province have not realized that they are still clamoring to increase production every day. The more you produce, the more you will lose. This is purely seeking death.
In Liu Lang's previous life, a large number of factories in Fucheng began to go bankrupt in the mid-1990s. Some were bought by private individuals, and some were simply bankrupt and scrapped. No matter which way it was, it was the factory workers who suffered, having worked for half a lifetime and waiting.
Instead, they lost their jobs and their source of livelihood. This was also the pain of the country at that time.
Of course, the factories in Fucheng can still barely survive. After all, Northern Liaoning Province is still an important industrial province in the country. The number of products it needs is very large. High-quality products are in short supply, and inferior products can also be used reluctantly. Unlike Xing
Those handicraft workshops in the village are the worst products, and now there is no market for them at all.
Without a market, there is no need for enterprises to survive, but what to do with those factories? The village came up with a way to rent out land and factories. The price is not very expensive. A large yard of several thousand square meters comes with 500 square meters.
The annual rent for the factory is 60,000 yuan, and you are responsible for water, electricity and heating in winter.
Huaxia Industrial Technology gradually expanded, and it turned out that the space was not enough. There happened to be an abandoned factory building in Xingzhuang. The two parties hit it off and signed a three-year contract.
Liu Lang and Professor Xiong were sitting in the Santner driven by Mu Xiaohu himself. The professor briefly explained these things. Professor Xiong felt that the rent of this large courtyard was very cheap, but the contract period was a bit short. It was best to sign it.
Ten years is good.
After hearing such "childish" words, Liu Lang believed in his heart that the other party would regret it if he could not reach it in even three years, let alone ten years. The capital would eventually become a place that people across the country yearn for, and the gathering of a large migrant population would inevitably drive up housing prices.
Even though it is not yet the peak era of the real estate industry, rental prices will increase by 10% every year. This cannot be controlled by contracts. When the time comes, they will let you go.
There's nothing wrong with it. If you go to court and sue others, no one will accept it. Of course, Huaxia Industry must have its own office space. Liu Lang is planning to buy a piece of land and then build it himself. However, the country has not yet liberalized land sales in the mainland, but
I believe it will be soon. The sale and purchase of land will be allowed at least next year. By then, Liu Lang will find a piece of land to buy, and then move Huaxia Industry there. There is no need to tell Xiong Huaizhi about these things now.
Soon Mu Xiaohu's Santner drove into Xingzhuang.
“It’s very lively here!”
Liu Lang saw a lot of watermelon stalls on both sides of the road. It was around two o'clock in the afternoon, the hottest time of the day. Many people were shirtless and leaning under the trees, eating watermelon and chatting.
There were many restaurants and the like, and some people were sitting at outdoor tables talking loudly. There were Erguotou on the tables. People were drinking until their faces were red, and many people were unconscious.
It's working time now, but no one here seems to have a job, and there are quite a few drunkards.
"Liu Lang, people like these in Xingzhuang have changed careers since they couldn't do much industry. Some people open restaurants, and some repair cars. Xingzhuang is the only place to go to Beijing from the north. It is considered a hub, and there are no trucks coming and going.
There are a lot of drivers who stop here to have a meal, and these are business opportunities!”
Xiong Huaizhi comes here every four or five days and knows the local situation very well.
The roads here were all dirt, narrow and difficult to walk on. Mu Xiaohu was driving very slowly, and suddenly a drunkard appeared from the intersection in front of him. He rushed towards the car without even looking at it.
"Fuck!"
Mu Xiaohu braked suddenly. Fortunately, the speed was very slow and the car stopped immediately. At this time, it was less than five meters away from the drunkard.
"You...you don't have fucking eyes!"
The drunkard held a bottle of wine in one hand, pointed at Mu Xiaohu in the driver's seat with the other and cursed, then turned around and staggered away.
"Fuck you, second uncle!"
Mu Xiaohu was so angry that he reached out to push the door and wanted to get out of the car.
"Brother Xiaohu, he is an alcoholic. Let's not be like him. Let's go!"
Liu Langgang quickly grabbed the other person's arm and said.
When Liu Lang spoke, Mu Xiaohu suppressed his anger, restarted the car and drove forward. Just after turning a sharp corner, the car made a slight thump.
Mu Xiaohu didn't pay much attention, but when he walked out of Fifty Meter Wine again, he noticed something was wrong.
"Um?"
Mu Xiaohu frowned and immediately stopped the car, then got out of the car and walked to the front of the car and squatted down.
"Pricked?"
Mu Xiaohu saw that there were five or six iron filings stuck in the front tire of the car. They were deeply embedded in the tire and the tire was already flat.
"What bad luck!"
Mu Xiaohu cursed.
"What's wrong, Brother Tiger?"
Liu Lang also walked out of the car.
"The tire is punctured, we need to find a place to repair it!"
Liu Lang also saw iron filings, which were scraps left behind when lathes turned iron pipes and were very sharp.
Liu Lang glanced behind him and found a lot of shoe-shaped iron filings scattered on the ground in the distance. It was at the sharp turn that the car didn't even have time to see when it turned around.
"It's not found anywhere else, so there's something fishy about it!"
Liu Lang suddenly discovered the problem.
At this moment, a shirtless man walked next to Cong.
"Oops! Is there a puncture in the car? Do you want to repair the tire?"
The other party asked, looking at the two of them, with a smile on his face.
"Can you patch a car tire?"
Mu Xiaohu asked immediately.
"Isn't this nonsense? This is what I do. Look, I am a professional tire repairer!"
The other party pointed to a mud house not far away, where a plaque said "Professional Tire Repair" was hung on it. There were not only his family, but also several such repair shops around, and trucks pulling goods were parked at the door of some of them.
"This guy really produces and sells himself!"
Liu Lang immediately understood that the pile of iron filings on the ground was probably thrown by this person, causing the tires of passing cars to burst, so that they could make money by repairing the tires.
However, Liu Lang didn't point out the other party's activities. The other party must be confident if he dared to do this. What if this guy was exposed and became angry?
Mu Xiaohu was not as careful as Liu Lang. He drove the car to the repair station and told the other party that it must be fast. The faster, the better.