When Song Wenbin left the factory, he saw several workers in the factory cleaning, clearing out the garbage that had accumulated all year round and placing it at the door. He nodded with satisfaction.
Although he is only 26 years old, Song Wenbin does not have any psychological pressure to summon these workers who are about the same age as his parents.
During his polar expedition, he realized that life either depends on himself or others, and there is no third option.
As a short but precious vacation during the journey, if given the choice, Song Wenbin would like to lie in the house forever, eating and sleeping. But he can't do it. Now he must obey his orders and fight for it.
Soon, he and Lao Zhangtou came to the bottling factory next door. Compared with their desolate and dilapidated factory area, the bottling factory was in full swing.
Various vehicles were coming in and out, and each vehicle contained a variety of glass bottles, making clinking sounds. The sound of high-pressure water cannons is endless here.
Lao Zhangtou took him to the operation room of the bottling factory, knocked on the door of a P foam board compartment, and shouted: "Boss Li, Boss Li!"
The door opened.
He was a fat man with a big belly and a bit dark skin. He looked naive. When he saw Lao Zhang coming over, he said curiously: "Lao Zhang, I am settling accounts."
Lao Zhangtou pointed at Song Wenbin and said, "Do you have any impression of Lao Song's son?"
"Oh. I have an impression that it's so big."
Boss Li smiled and patted Song Wenbin on the shoulder. Obviously he was not impressed, he was just being polite, and his expression was a bit perfunctory.
But Song Wenbin enjoyed the feeling that no one knew him. He took off his peaked cap, smiled and shook hands with the fat bottling factory owner, and said: "Hello, Mr. Li, my name is Song Wenbin, and I am working in Live broadcast, can you show me your bottled milk business? I want to see if there is any possibility of working together to bring goods."
"Oh?" Boss Li's eyes lit up and he asked, "You do live broadcasts, how many fans do you have."
"Five hundred thousand, not much." Song Wenbin said modestly.
"Oh, five hundred thousand! That's awesome!"
The boss's attitude immediately changed.
He said, "You wait here, I'll get you a cup of tea."
After some excuses, Song Wenbin was still stuffed with a bottle of green tea. The boss enthusiastically took him to visit the business of the bottling factory. It turned out that there was not only the business of fermented fermented milk, but also the business of many other beverage factories, such as Coca-Cola and Finnish. Dadu will do the mixing and pouring of puree in the factory, but Song Wenbin is most concerned about the fermented fermented milk business.
After the two arrived near the assembly line, the boss pointed to a row of filled bottles and said: "The proportion of fermented fermented milk in our area is still relatively small. The main demand is very small. It is usually targeted at a few nearby high schools and university cafeterias. We had previously thought about promoting it to primary schools and junior high schools, but we were rejected. The teachers said it contained alcohol, so children were not allowed to drink it."
"How much alcohol can there be in sweet wine?"
Song Wenbin was happy.
"Some children are indeed more sensitive and their faces turn red when they drink. Teacher, it's normal to worry. If you're not afraid of ten thousand, you're just afraid of the worst. So this business isn't too good for us."
Boss Li was obviously an insider and had made money, so he asked, "What are the ages of your fans?"
"Don't worry, they are all adults."
Song Wenbin said.
Boss Li felt relieved and said, "That's good. This thing is indeed a specialty of our area. I haven't seen any Internet celebrities come to our place to bring goods. If you can help increase sales, maybe you can bring it in the future." It has become an internet celebrity product.”
Faced with Boss Li's compliments, Song Wenbin didn't react at all. He looked at the bottles and machines and asked, "Are you the ones who prepared the raw materials, or are they just like those big factories that send you puree?"
"That's not true." The boss said, "Both the mash and the milk must be fresh, unlike Coke, which can be stored for a long time. The milk we use comes from a dairy farm in front of us, and it is delivered on the same day it is pasteurized. That milk source is quite reliable, and it cooperates with many major manufacturers.
Oh no, what we use is from an old local workshop. There is an old woman there who has been making wine for decades. This recipe is also from their family. They prepare the wine and honey every morning and send it over, and we are responsible for bottling it. . "
"So that's it. Then where is that old lady?" Song Wenbin asked again.
"In an alley near the Minjiang River." Boss Li said, "I can take you there if you want to go."
"Oh, no need to bother, give me the address and we can go check it out ourselves later." Song Wenbin said.
After getting the address of the brewery, Song Wenbin and Lao Zhangtou rode on a small three-wheeler that was used to pull goods from the factory, and drove all the way to the Minjiang River.
The Minjiang River is in the old city. After arriving here, Song Wenbin followed the address and found the brewing workshop that Boss Li mentioned. However, there is not only one workshop here, but a whole street full of various brewing workshops, and the strong aroma of distiller's lees hits his face. It comes with a certain fermented sour taste, which is very unique.
Song Wenbin found the workshop called Zuixiangju, opened the door and walked in. The store looked modern from the outside, but it was antique inside. There were many large wine tanks on the floor and many wine bottles on the cabinets on the walls.
It was afternoon, and there was no one in the store. There was only a young man lying on the table and taking a nap. Song Wenbin saw him, walked over and coughed twice.
The young man trembled, sat up, rubbed his eyes, and said, "Want to drink?"
"No, I was introduced by Boss Li, the owner of Yiboli's bottling factory. Do you have any impression?" Song Wenbin said.
"Oh, Mr. Li's friend."
The young man cheered up, walked out from behind the counter, and asked, "What do you want?"
"I want to see the production of sweet wine here. Is it convenient?"
Song Wenbin said.
"Okay, okay." The young man picked up the key from the table and said, "Follow me."
He took Song Wenbin to the yard behind the workshop. There were a lot of distiller's yeast being dried in the yard. Going further back, there were many large pits on the ground. There were several workers stirring the grain in the large pits. Later, the young man took Song Wenbin to a cellar. There were more than a dozen large and small wine tanks in the cellar, and the aroma of wine was fragrant.
Song Wenbin asked: "Does your family only make sweet wine?"
"Of course not, there are still many other alcoholic drinks. Sweet wine is just made by the way, and it is not easy to make after winter, it is easy to break." The young man said proudly, do you want to buy some to try? Our family is Pure grain wine, many people drive hundreds of kilometers just to come to my house to buy it. "
"I still have to drive." Song Wenbin declined with a smile, and then asked, "I heard that this shop is owned by an old woman."
"You're talking about my old lady."
The young man said: "My old lady has gone to rest. She only comes here when she is making wine."
Song Wenbin looked along the wine vats, thinking about the productivity of this workshop. It seemed that this was an old and sentimental shop that still insisted on manual production. But Song Wenbin's inspection was not about sentiment and quality. If he really wanted to do business, he would prefer to see some assembly lines that specialized in a certain category and operated efficiently.
"If we purchase in bulk, can you supply it?" Song Wenbin asked.
"How much do you want to buy?" The young man asked in surprise: "We have cooperation with many stores in H City, including breakfast shops, milk tea shops, and the bottling factory you just mentioned. There is no shortage of supply yet. "
"Oh..." Song Wenbin pondered for a moment and asked, "Didn't Boss Li talk to you about specializing in the production of a certain category?"
"Hey, did Boss Li tell you?"
The young man was surprised, "I think I heard my dad mention that there are a few bosses in the industrial park who want to build brands, machine production and other things."
After a pause, the young man said proudly, "But my old lady doesn't do that. Look at the wines sold on the market. They are either blended and not pure at all, or they are produced by machines and have no soul at all. How can we You can’t smash the sign and do something like that.”
"Yes." Song Wenbin
Agreed.
…
After leaving this brewing workshop, Song Wenbin inspected the nearby brewing workshops. The situation was basically similar to that of Zuixiangju. By the time the inspection was over, it was already dark.
Song Wenbin and Lao Zhang sat on the three-bouncer, and Lao Zhang took Song Wenbin to the subway station on his bicycle.
On the way, seeing that Song Wenbin was thinking and silent, Lao Zhang couldn't help but ask: "Xiao...Xiao Song, what are you thinking about."
"Hmm." Song Wenbin came back from his deep thoughts, "Ah, it's nothing. What do you think, Lao Zhang, is there something going on with this thing?"
"I don't know, what do you think, is it to set up a production line and we also do the bottling business? Or what, I don't understand." Lao Zhangtou asked in confusion.
"Are we also doing Mr. Li's business?" Song Wenbin couldn't help but laugh: "Aren't you going to give your butt to others for spanking? They are already so big, how can you do it better than others?"
"Oh." After hearing this, Lao Zhangtou breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I was worried that you were messing around, so what are you going to do if you don't do the bottling business?"
"Just bring the goods, what else can I do?"
Song Wenbin said calmly: "I'm an Internet celebrity even when I'm not young. I monetize my traffic and help people do better business. This is probably what I can do now."
"Here...you bring the goods, do you need those people in the factory?"
Lao Zhangtou couldn't help but ask: "Those workers."
Song Wenbin was silent, and the answer was of course no need. If he wanted to be engaged in carrying goods, one person would be enough, but the contract signed by those workers and his family also gave him a headache.
To put the factory into bankruptcy and liquidation would inevitably involve a large sum of resettlement expenses. If the factory was not liquidated, he would have to pay wages every month. It can be said that it will either be a long-term pain or a short-term pain. In short, it will not be painless.
"What can those people do?" Song Wenbin asked, rubbing his head.
"Well...actually, they know quite a lot. You also know that your father is in business and makes whatever he has. He has produced all kinds of weird and weird things... For a few years, we made whatever the state subsidized. , I’m not afraid of your jokes, we also studied new energy vehicles in the past two years.”
Sweat dripped from Song Wenbin's forehead.
***Too rude.
"Let's do this. I'll get some money first and make up for the owed wages. Then you quickly sell off the stocks that need to be sold, cut down the production lines that need to be cut down, and how much money can be collected, and then we'll start again Something you want to develop.”
"But... these will definitely not be able to mend the hole." Lao Zhangtou said in a low voice: "We have lost so much... How can we fix it..."
"It's okay, I'll go to the bank for a run and see if I can think of a solution." Song Wenbin said calmly.
