Last time, Tian Qingyuan was shocked by Lin Nianhe's background, and also learned from Zheng Lirong that this little girl was from the capital compound.
After he finally regained his composure, Lin Nianhe came again, bringing more terrifying news.
"Hello, Director Tian, I'm really sorry. I should have come to visit you earlier, but I was really busy with things in the textile factory, and then I went to Suicheng to attend the Spring Fair. I was delayed every time I came back. You Don’t be offended.”
"It's okay, it's okay," Tian Qingyuan had a familiar cold sweat on his forehead. He couldn't help but ask, "Comrade Xiaolin, are you staying at the railway guest house this time?"
"Oh, no, I live in the military compound."
"...!"
Lin Nianhe smiled helplessly and complained in a casual manner: "They insist that it's not safe outside, but I don't feel safe living outside... I'm not a child anymore, where can there be danger?"
Tian Qingyuan smiled reluctantly and awkwardly: "You're right, the provincial capital is not clean these days, so it's a good thing to be careful."
"Yes." Lin Nianhe stopped talking at the right time and said with a smile, "Director Tian, I am here to convey the opinions of our Shili Brigade on the opening of a branch of the Match Factory. I am wasting your time."
"It's nothing. I should have gone there, but the match factory has a lot of work, so it's hard for you to make a trip." Tian Qingyuan calmly wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, tried his best to show the magnanimity of a factory leader, and said:
"We also discussed it, because your Shili Brigade helped a lot when we first built the pilot plant, so after building the branch factory, we plan to give Shili Brigade 50 worker positions. Other brigades do not have such preferential treatment. !”
Lin Nianhe listened patiently, with a smile on his lips.
Look, she said, if the match factory finances the construction of this branch, the result will be like this.
Fifty worker positions does sound like a lot, but the reality is that at least 500 people in the Shili Brigade and Jiuli Brigade are eating match rice.
This will not only destroy the jobs of one or two families.
After Tian Qingyuan finished speaking, he looked at Lin Nianhe and asked, "Comrade Xiao Lin, what do you think?"
"I'm just a messenger, I can't make decisions," Lin Nianhe smiled and shook his head, "You'd better listen to our opinions."
"Okay, okay, you say."
Tian Qingyuan was very polite to Lin Nianhe, and looked like he was listening carefully after answering.
Lin Nianhe cleared his throat and said: "The factory can be built, but it does not require investment from the match factory, and you do not need to worry about running it. We will be responsible for our own profits and losses and manage it ourselves."
Tian Qingyuan's smile could no longer be maintained.
They are going to start a new business and go it alone!
Tian Qingyuan was a little puzzled - according to the reports from Liu Neng and Yuan Hua, although he had never seen Li Dahe, he knew that he was an honest and kind farmer, not so fancy.
So who came up with this bad idea of going it alone?
Lin Nianhe didn't notice Tian Qingyuan's gritted teeth expression and continued: "Of course, our Shili Brigade is what it is today thanks to Factory Director Tian's willingness to try to set up separate shipping points. We plan to rent a match production line with 5% of the annual net profit as rent. .”
Tian Qingyuan was startled, and his expression finally looked better.
A pack of matches costs only two cents, but they consume a lot of money and are a necessity of life. The area covered with Lan County as the center can achieve sales of 800,000 to 1 million per year, with a net profit of approximately 200,000 to 300,000.
If you rent a production line, you can earn more than 10,000 yuan per year, which is enough to buy a new production line in seven or eight years.
Renting must not be a loss.
But asking him to give up two to three hundred thousand yuan in net profit to see more than ten thousand yuan is really not enough.
"Comrade Xiaolin, I can understand your desire to build your hometown, but it is not that easy to do," Tian Qingyuan rubbed his hands and said in an official tone, "And the key construction in Lan County should be the textile factory, right? Do you have time to run a match factory?"
"Lanxian Textile Factory is indeed very powerful. The transaction volume of 17 million in the Spring Fair is still due to insufficient quotas. Not to mention that the domestic sales of flower head are so hot that they even appeared in the Huaxia Newspaper... Director Tian, you don't know , how many supply and marketing cooperatives are lining up now to ask textile factories for quotas."
Lin Nianhe smiled, and said something particularly scary in a relaxed tone: "Actually, if we rent a production line from another match factory, and then put the word 'lan' on the matchbox, it will match the quota of flowers on the head. If they are sold in bundles, then I guess both Beijing and Shanghai will have to use matches from Shanglan County."
Fire has become a necessity of human life since the Suiren family drilled wood to make fire.
The forms of making fire are constantly changing, but what remains unchanged is human beings' dependence on it.
With such a "necessity" as a premise, humans cannot do without fire-making tools.
The most common fire-making tool nowadays is matches. When the price is basically the same, which match should I use? Which company sells matches?
If you can use a small box of matches to get a quota for in-demand goods, then why can’t you sell matches from Lan County?
Tian Qingyuan shuddered violently, with a hint of fear in his eyes.
Shili Brigade asked him to rent a production line. He would dislike the annual rent of more than 10,000 yuan because he wanted to set up a branch factory there, but what about another match factory? How could they possibly pass up money delivered to their doorstep?
Tian Qingyuan didn't know whether the capital and Shanghai could sell matches from Lan County, but he knew very well that once they did, the provincial capital would be the first to switch to Lan County matches.
By then, what about 200,000 and 10,000? The match factory in the provincial capital should put on the brand of Lan County!
Lin Nianhe watched Tian Qingyuan's expression change for a while and suddenly smiled: "We are grateful for the help of the match factory in the provincial capital in the past. If you are willing, we will never touch the match sales market in other parts of the province."
"We just want to make a little money to support our children in education and provide for the elderly. If others don't destroy our jobs, we won't touch other people's bread."
Tian Qingyuan twitched the corner of his mouth in embarrassment.
He only regrets one thing now - why can't he think so hard about building a branch factory? Why was he reminding them? What a mouthful!
"Director Tian, what do you mean?" Lin Nianhe asked quickly without giving Tian Qingyuan too much time to think about it.
"This, this," Tian Qingyuan wiped his sweat. He was so nervous that he didn't even bother to cover up his movements. "I have to hold a meeting to discuss this with the big guys. I can't make an immediate decision."
"Okay," Lin Nianhe didn't want to do this, so he could only reluctantly take out a piece of paper with a phone number written on it and give it to him, "I will leave by the eight o'clock train tonight. You can discuss it in a meeting. After you know it, you can call this number and it will be transferred to Commander Su’s home.”
Tian Qingyuan's hand shook and he could hardly hold the flimsy piece of paper. (End of chapter)
