Song Wenbin looked at the cup of milk in front of him and felt like laughing for some reason. He pushed the cup of milk aside and said, "I know you are in a hurry, but nothing in this world is done in a hurry. , I just did some calculations, this factory will still make a loss if it continues to operate, my dad’s idea is to sell this factory for cash, what do you think?”
Everyone's eyes widened.
Lao Zhang was a little angry for a moment, and he said: "I have been working for more than 20 years, and I just want to sell it? Isn't it too unreasonable?"
"I have long seen that Old Song is not a good person!"
The scar-faced man shouted loudly.
"That's right, after selling the factory, he took the money and left. Let's just sit here and enjoy the northwest wind." Other workers agreed.
"I promised at the beginning that I could keep doing it, but now it's better. It's only been twenty years and I can't hold on anymore."
…
Seeing that they were arguing again, Song Wenbin couldn't get in the way, so he sat on the chair and unscrewed the cup of milk and took a slow sip. After taking a sip, he was slightly surprised. This bottle of milk tasted surprisingly good.
There should be some fermented glutinous rice in it, and it has a faint smell of wine, which is very sweet but not obtrusive.
He couldn't help but take another sip, smacking his lips, and tasted a bit of osmanthus and honey from it.
After a quarrel, a group of people did not come out with anything. Although they were very excited, they had no choice but to make any decision. In the end, they could only look at Lao Zhangtou and said as if they were grievances: "Brother Zhang, you Look at this guy..."
Lao Zhangtou asked: "Xiao Song, what are you going to do?"
"I want to hear your opinions." Song Wenbin put down the milk bottle and said slowly: "Why don't you want to sell the factory? Let me tell you, three or four thousand a month is not much. Why don't you go out and do something? Not three thousand or four thousand a month."
"We have been doing this for more than 20 years. When we go out to do other things, you put it lightly. We are already over 50 years old. If you ask me to do something else, I will do something else!" The scar-faced man was angry. He said: "I don't care if you open it or not, but the contract we signed was a life-long contract. Even if the factory doesn't open, you won't lose a penny of the due debt."
"Is there such a contract?" Song Wenbin was surprised and said, "Show it to me."
One of the workers walked to the broken chair nearby, flopped under it for a while, took out a pile of torn paper for padding the table legs from under the chair, placed it on the table in front of Song Wenbin, and said, "No, that's it, yourself Look."
Looking at the pile of rotten and yellow paper, Song Wenbin murmured: "Use the contract as the foot of the table, you guys can really do it...
"We have this thing on hand. If it breaks, we have a backup at home." The skinny worker said slyly.
Song Wenbin was speechless. He reluctantly unfolded the pile of torn papers and started reading. Indeed, this is an ancient contract, which clearly states that these workers are employed for life and will receive money every month until retirement. Even after retiring at the age of 60, you still have to get a retirement salary. The retirement salary is not much, only 60% of the salary before retirement, which is 2,400 based on the current salary.
After reading the contract, Song Wenbin was one head and two older. He had no idea that in today's market economy, his father could actually come up with such an outrageous contract. I really don't know what he thought at the beginning. This is not a big company, just a small workshop.
"How did you sign this thing in the first place?"
Song Wenbin couldn't help but ask.
"I'm telling you, kid. If it hadn't been for our brothers back then, we wouldn't have been able to get the business license for this factory." The scar-faced man raised his palms and said, "If the country didn't have preferential policies for the placement of our veterans, just by virtue of Can your father’s relationship survive to this day?”
Song Wenbin suddenly realized when he looked at the faceless man's palm with two fingers missing.
He was in awe and asked: "What do you call me?"
"My surname is Wang." The scar-faced man said simply and neatly: "Anyway, I don't care how you arrange it, whether you want to do this business or not. Our contract is here. Your father and your uncle also agreed with us at the beginning. As long as we do it, give us the treatment we deserve. Even if your family doesn't want to do it now, you still have to give us proper accommodations."
Song Wenbin calculated in his mind that five of the nine people were retired soldiers, and the contracts were very tough. The combined income of five people after retirement is nearly 200,000 yuan a year. Where can he get the resettlement expenses? How much can this shabby factory be sold for?
Thoughts quickly circulated in Song Wenbin's mind.
"I understand what you mean, but please don't get excited. It's useless to be excited. I'm just asking about the situation. It was my father's plan to sell the factory, but he is no longer taking care of things. To be honest, I didn't do anything before I came here. After settling the accounts with Uncle Zhang, he told me that even if this factory is discounted, it won’t be worth much, right?”
Song Wenbin looked at Lao Zhangtou aside.
Lao Zhangtou was stunned. This factory really couldn't be discounted for much money. This was true. But why didn't he remember that he had discussed it with this kid?
But seeing Song Wenbin asking this, he couldn't deny it. He could only say hesitantly: "Yes...it can't be discounted for a few dollars."
When the workers heard what Song Wenbin said, their expressions softened slightly.
"You have to pay us these two months' salary without discounting it. It's not an option to keep delaying it like this." Scarface King said: "We can't let us work in vain. We are all poor people, living on our wages. .”
Upon hearing this, other workers also echoed indignantly.
"There is no need to stress over such small things."
Song Wenbin said lightly, "I only have one thing to do when I come here this time, and that is to make this place operational again. But now you have also seen the situation. Business has not been doing well in the past two years, and the gadgets you produce are originally There is no competitiveness, just those clothes and those rackets, if you let your own children use them, will they know how to use them?"
"Why can't it be used? My mother-in-law wears those clothes to go to the field when she has nothing to do." A worker on the side argued.
Everyone couldn't help but laugh.
Song Wenbin shook his head and said indifferently: "Don't make things so complicated. It's a fact that things can't be sold, but I don't blame you. After all, it's not your decision whether to produce something or not, but since you are at work, you must have something." It’s like working. Playing cards in the office in broad daylight, and asking for money when the boss comes, is this your attitude at work?”
Although his attitude was calm, his words were rude.
Several workers' eyes widened after hearing this, and the scar-faced king said loudly: "Hey? You're not old, and your tone is not young. What are you doing here when we have nothing to do?"
"I don't do anything, I give out money." Song Wenbin said coldly.
The Scarface King seemed to be choked by someone and was speechless. All the workers were speechless and looked at each other in shock.
Song Wenbin suddenly smiled again and said: "To be honest, I think three or four thousand a month is shabby. At such an old age, you don't feel ashamed if others don't tell you. But now that you meet me, when you are messing around, It’s over, no matter what you were doing before, you have to stand up now, work hard, and try to make seven or eight thousand a month, isn’t that good?”
"Seven or eight thousand? Really?" Several workers' eyes lit up, and their attitude changed immediately when they saw this young man.
"Why not." Song Wenbin said slowly while drinking milk.
Now these workers stopped arguing. Some even took out tea leaves from the cupboard and poured tea for Song Wenbin diligently. While pouring the tea, he kept asking: "Boss, when will we increase the price to seven or eight thousand?" Where is the moon?"
"Otherwise, you go down and sweep the floor first." Song Wenbin leaned on the chair and said expressionlessly: "Don't you feel uncomfortable staying in such a dirty place?"
Forehead…
Several people looked at each other.
Lao Zhangtou on the side also said: "Okay, stop talking, come with me to clean up, don't just play cards all day long."
"You don't have to go." Song Wenbin took a sip of milk and said, "You stay, I have something to tell you."
Lao Zhang didn't move his head, and several other workers were scolded by Song Wenbin and given a thumbs up. Now they were all honest, and they filed out and went downstairs to sweep the floor.
After all the workers left, Lao Zhangtou sighed, looked at Song Wenbin who was leaning on the chair with a complicated expression and said, "You're quite calm. Lao Song gave birth to a good son."
Song Wenbin had no reaction. He said calmly: "No need to say polite words, Uncle Zhang. The situation is very serious now. The capital chain is broken and there are no orders. If we continue to do what we did before, we will only be dead."
"Who says it's not the case?" Lao Zhang said with a headache: "But there is nothing we can do about it. Originally, we relied on connections to make a living, and the state also provided some subsidies. Now... Hey, I won't say it anymore, I won't I know how this road is going.”
"Cut all those production lines down."
Song Wenbin said: "Sell the equipment that is still useful to other factories, and sell the equipment that is useless as scrap metal."
When Lao Zhangtou heard this, he was shocked and said, "Didn't you just say you wanted to continue doing it?"
"Yes, but I didn't say that I would reproduce the same things as before." Song Wenbin said.
"Then what are you going to do?" Lao Zhangtou asked curiously.
After thinking about it, Song Wenbin suddenly raised the small glass bottle in his hand and asked with interest: "Where did you get this thing from?"
Lao Zhangtou was stunned and said: "Isn't this fermented milk? Have you never drank it? Aren't we everywhere?"
Song Wenbin has indeed drank fermented fermented milk, which is one of the characteristics of H City, but in the past he only drank it in plastic cups. The vendors on the streets would use plastic cups to sell them in the morning, and the people at work would come to get a cup in the morning. Eat it with noodles or other breakfasts. Drink it hot to warm your stomach in winter, or drink it iced to relieve the heat in summer.
Of course, the recipe for this thing is not a secret. It is varied and each family has its own way of making it. Some people will add a little glutinous rice balls to it, and some people will add eggs. The one I drank this time was sweet-scented osmanthus and honey flavored.
"Of course I have drank it, I mean, this glass bottle." Song Wenbin said.
"Oh~ you mean the glass bottle."
Lao Zhangtou said: "This is the business of a bottling factory next door. They will bottle the fermented fermented milk and send it to several local middle schools at noon. The students there like to drink this at noon and put it in the cafeteria. I sell it for three yuan and fifty cents a bottle, and the profit is pretty good. I know my neighbor very well, and I often go there to see it, and I bring a few bottles back for the workers to drink if I have nothing to do."
"I see."
Song Wenbin asked: "Then why don't we do it, if the income is stable."
"Ah?" Lao Zhangtou didn't expect that Song Wenbin's thoughts would jump so quickly. He said a little speechlessly: "It must be related to the stable income. There are so many people selling fermented glutinous rice. Why should the school want yours? Besides, Well, this city H is so big and has only a few schools, so the market has long been saturated."
"Have you ever thought about selling?"
Song Wenbin immediately asked: "Sell to other cities."
"This... I... never thought about it."
Lao Zhangtou hesitated and said: "But...this thing can't be stored for a long time, and the shelf life is only a few days. I think their bottling factory always makes 80% of the order. They would rather sell a little less every day." If you don’t want to produce more, then it breaks down. If you sell it to other cities... will it be too late..."
"so…"
Song Wenbin looked at the small glass bottle in front of him, and his thoughts became vivid. As for the things his family made before, he would definitely not make them again. It doesn't matter if he's not as skilled as others, but if he doesn't have the connections he had when his uncle was in power, he doesn't want any ghosts. If you really want to invest in research and development, you don’t know how much investment you will make. Where will you get the money? Moreover, outdoor products have a narrow audience and are slow to update. A table tennis racket may not be replaced every few years after you buy it.
But the consumer goods market is different. Human beings have a natural demand for desserts. If you eat it today, you will have to eat it tomorrow. Moreover, the technical barriers to this product are not high and production is not complicated. The only problem is sales and competition.
But now as the outdoor live broadcast brother of Station D, he must have a certain ability to bring goods. If he can bring some local specialties, that would be great. If the specialties are produced by himself...
After thinking about it, Song Wenbin felt that his idea had some testable value.
He stood up, picked up the vial, and said, "First accompany me to the bottling factory next door."
(End of chapter)
