"The machine repair shop has a big problem. There are only a dozen people working, but it supports more than 30 employees. The equipment is old, the products can't be sold, the capable employees have all left, and the remaining ones can't do anything.
These are completely consistent with the general situation reported in the newspapers."
"Steelmaking... Why do you always ask about steelmaking? They have said that local steelmaking methods are unreliable. We don't have coal mines in Nantou Township. How can we use wood to make iron? Even if we have coal, coal is still needed.
It has to be turned into coke before it can be used. Making iron is difficult, so don’t even think about it."
"Where did you get this canned meat? It tastes really good. The kids all like it and love to eat it. Xiao Zhou, it's great that you have a good connection. I can take advantage of it too."
At Nantou Township Primary School, the old principal was chatting with Zhou Qingfeng.
The third time I redeemed the coupon for 'recyclable garbage', what came was neither a shared bicycle nor a household appliance, but a ton of expired canned meat. From the label, it seemed that it was supplied to the army. A small part was produced in the 1980s, and some
It is a product of the 1970s.
Thirty years later, when the army cleaned up its inventory, this kind of canned meat could only be thrown away to feed pigs. But in Zhou Qingfeng's hands, it became "a good product that had just been produced for a few years." He was unwilling to eat it, but he was
Someone is rushing to get it.
Canned meat is unaffordable. One ton only costs 2,000 cans. At the current price of meat, the price is at most 2,000 to 3,000 yuan, which is far less profitable than selling electrical appliances.
Zhou Qingfeng simply gave these canned meats as gifts and brought half a ton to the school. Every student and teacher had one - many of the children were seven or eight years old and were still skinny and thin, and it was heartbreaking to see them.
Sealed cans have a long shelf life and can be eaten as long as they don't expand. This can be regarded as improving the school's meals. The old principal was so happy that his beard stood up. He forced Zhou Qingfeng to sit down and chat for a while, especially caring about the latter's contract.
Machine repair shop' thing.
This matter spread throughout Nantou Township in a day or two, and Zhou Qingfeng was so upset that he couldn't deny it. But he only had less than 50,000 yuan in capital, so he didn't think he could contract a factory.
Except for Zhou Qingfeng, everyone else felt that he was the only one who could accomplish this. Because the biggest trouble in the machine repair shop was the lack of liquidity. The people in the factory were disorganized and almost stopped working. But he wanted to push it away but couldn't, and he was upset.
Still sitting.
The principal ate the canned meat sent by Zhou Qingfeng and gave him advice. Suddenly a clerk from the township government came and looked for him everywhere until he found the school. The latter asked: "Xiao Zhou, is it true that the contract to repair the machine factory is true?"
of?"
How come the horoscopes become more and more true even if they are not even spelled out?
Zhou Qingfeng was so angry that his nose was twisted. But the old principal didn't wait for him to speak, put down the can of meat in his hand, and rushed to say: "Of course it's not true, we don't know about the bad debts in the machine repair shop.
Xiao Zhou responded to the government's call and became rich first. How much benefit did it bring to our village? But his money didn't come from the strong wind. He definitely can't invest it in the mess in the machine repair shop. Xiao Zhou, don't you think so?"
Zhou Qingfeng squinted at the principal and said in his heart: "I've left all my words to you, what do you want me to say?"
The village clerk was not annoyed, but took the initiative to sit down and waved: "Hey..., your canned meat smells very good, give me one. Let's talk while we eat, don't be so angry."
But the old principal held down the canned meat on his desk with one hand and shouted with a cold face: "They are all from the same hometown, so don't be careless. Tell me, what are the conditions in the village? Make it clear, these canned goods are all yours."
The grass-roots officials these days are very naughty. He grabbed a can with a playful smile, opened the lid with a click of his fingers, took a sip of the aroma of the meat, and said with a cheerful smile: "What conditions can you get in the countryside? Just find someone to throw the burden on."
Xiao Zhou quietly gave a gift to everyone in the township government. The imported radios you sold before were of really good quality. My son liked them very much. They only cost 20 yuan, which was very cheap.
Your trick is really an eye-opener for us. It is much more profitable than those who only come to deliver gifts. If you want something, just leave it. If you want money, just sell it. Let people choose completely.
No thorns come out."
Zhou Qingfeng couldn't help but laugh out loud. Among his last batch of household appliances, the most numerous ones were radios, many of which came with packaging boxes. Most of these radios were bought by people from the township government. After these people bought them, they resold them.
You can make a profit by selling it.
Everyone felt that this kid was secretly giving gifts, and the people in the township government were also waiting for Zhou Qingfeng to make a request. When it was suddenly rumored that this kid wanted to "contract a machine repair factory," the township leaders felt relieved.
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Giving such a big gift, I thought it would raise some big questions. It turned out to be such a small thing. Many state-owned enterprises are in difficulty these days, and there are many people who are willing to give it up with nothing. It’s just a small rural machinery repair shop, and it’s given to me for free.
Zhou Qingfeng is fine.
The village clerk gulped down a box of canned meat, leaving not even the soup in the iron box. He wiped the oil from the corner of his mouth and whispered: "The village hopes that Xiao Zhou can pick up the phone and repair it."
All debts and personnel of the factory.”
The old principal tried his best to say, "No."
The village director himself shook his head, "I don't think so either. Who would be so stupid? The debt of the machine repair shop is hundreds of thousands, and there are many idle people who are not working.
There is nothing valuable in the factory, just a few old-fashioned machine tools, punches, grinders, and forging machines. After so many years of depreciation, that pile of junk has long been worthless."
The officer said to Zhou Qingfeng: "Xiao Zhou, if you really want to set up a factory, why bother bothering the machine repair shop in our township? Not to mention the county, there are several factories in the town that cannot pay wages. I beg my grandpa to sue my grandma for waiting.
Get someone to take over."
Zhou Qingfeng replied angrily, "Aren't I restricted by my mission and can only develop in Nantou Township? If I want to completely leave this place, it depends on how much I have contributed to the township."
Increasing the GDP of Nantou Township by 10% is not feasible now!
The officer just came to ask a question or pass on a message. He subconsciously felt that it would be difficult to do, so he grabbed two more boxes of canned meat and went back to resume his life without waiting for Zhou Qingfeng to give a reply.
Just then, Teacher Ma suddenly appeared, leading several people to rush to Zhou Qingfeng, laughing and saying: "Bad boy, look how well I did it for you today? The finance, accountants, and old workers of the machine repair shop all
Brought to you."
Sister, I really..., thank you!
Zhou Qingfeng grabbed his head like crazy and couldn't speak. When the village official was about to leave, he almost shouted farewell. Who knew that Ma Jing would come to cause trouble again? He really wanted to shout: "I never said I wanted to contract from the beginning to the end.
Machine repair shop!"
But the people in the machine repair factory were more active than Zhou Qingfeng. The finance and accountants brought all the factory's account books and spread them out on a table. Ma Jing also took the initiative to say hello, "Come on, let's talk slowly, let's eat a box of canned meat first."
Moisten your throat. Don't be polite to this guy, he's rich."
Seeing this posture, the old principal calmed down, and the village officials turned around again. The people in the machine repair shop saw Zhou Qingfeng's expressionless face and sat motionless, and they all thought, "This guy has a calm demeanor, a deep city, and great methods."
, definitely not something in a pool'.
When the accounts were spread out, the finance department said loudly: "Nantou Township Machinery Repair Factory currently has ** employees, including ** retirees and ** current employees. How much wages does the factory owe to its employees, how much does it owe suppliers for goods, and how much does it owe the supply and marketing cooperatives?
, how much is owed to the savings bank, how much is the account receivable..."
It took him an hour to file a simple account report, but Zhou Qingfeng was very depressed. In the end, he became impatient and stopped the accountant of the machine repair shop who wanted to continue to check the accounts, and shouted coldly: "Tell me, can such a bad factory be saved?"
?”
The finance and accountants were all stunned and had no idea. An old worker who followed him was silent from beginning to end. Only now did he say: "The factory is hopeless, but that doesn't mean that the workers and equipment in the factory will not be saved."