Get out of here and let me in! ! ! "
"Do you know who I am?! If you dare to stop me, I will tell you all to get out!"
Cyril looked at the closed door and the two orc guards who had just carried him out, and shouted hysterically.
"I am a doorman. I am depressed all day long. My salary is only enough for breakfast. Love has nothing to do with me. I am just an idiot who looks after the door. I don't know who you are." A kind-looking orc shook his head.
Another doorman took out a bag of bear biscuits from nowhere and ate it while muttering: "I am a doorman and I like to eat bear biscuits."
"I..." Cyril clenched his fists and looked at the two security guards who didn't take him seriously at all. He was so angry that he couldn't do anything about it.
This is Gloria's factory, and the people are also Gloria's people. There is really nothing he can do against them.
"Well, Gloria, I have seen through you. As long as I can survive this time, when I become the patriarch of the Morton family, I will definitely not let your family have an easy time!!!" Cyril went up angrily. Got the carriage.
"Master, where are you going now?" the coachman asked cautiously.
Cyril sat in the carriage scratching his head and thinking for a long time, then said in a deep voice: "Go to Maimi's restaurant!"
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"If we use ordinary methods to rebuild the textile system of the Morton family, it would be something that even my grandfather would not be able to do, let alone an inexperienced person like me." Gloria smiled and shook her head, "I The purpose of shutting down and selling all production-related industries such as spinning and weaving is to turn the Moulton family's textile industry into an asset-light industry. The sales network that has been in operation for decades is the most valuable part of the entire industry chain. , which is why I retain the core sales teams in various locations.”
"But if the production lines are closed, we will have nothing to sell, and the sales network will become useless?" Mars asked.
"Mr. Mag's textile factory has been in operation for some time. I went to inspect it a few days ago. The annual output is more than all the textile workshops in our family combined, and the quality of the cloth is also better." Gloria Smiled.
"Are you planning to cooperate with Mr. Mag? Use our sales channels to help him sell cloth?" Mars looked surprised.
He had known about Gloria's cooperation with Mag for a long time, and had personally communicated with Mr. Mag several times. He was impressed by his wisdom and unique business insights. He even felt that if he had not been obsessed with cooking, If you delay, you may become a more powerful business wizard than Hill Buffett.
Dailan has grown so quickly into the number one women's clothing brand in the city of chaos, and Mr. Mag, as a fashion designer, definitely deserves the most credit.
But I didn’t expect that Mr. McGonagall would enter the textile industry so quickly, and that the new factory would already be able to reach the production capacity of all the textile workshops of the Moulton family after it had only been in operation for a short time?
"Yes, Mr. Mag will deliver high-quality fabrics to us at a price lower than the market price, and then sell them to all over the world through our channels." Gloria nodded.
"What is the approximate price?" Mars asked. He was a little worried that Gloria, who had just taken over the textile industry not long ago, had fallen into a trap.
"It is 30% lower than the cost price of our own workshop in Los Empire."
"Thirty percent!!!" Mars' voice suddenly rose, he stopped and looked at Gloria in disbelief, "You mean 30% lower than the cost price, not the sales price?"
"Yes, it is 30% lower than the cost price, and Mr. Mag also said that if we can provide them with high-quality cotton at a low price, the price can be reduced by another 10% for us." Gloria smiled and nodded.
"So you retained all the cotton-growing farms, allocated funds to them to purchase land, and asked them to uniformly grow the best quality cotton." Mars suddenly realized, and looked at Gloria in amazement, "I didn't expect that Miss You and Mr. Mag have reached such an important cooperation. If we can obtain high-quality fabrics and cotton yarns at such low prices, we will be able to gain a great competitive advantage in price in markets around the world."
Gloria nodded and said: "Mr. Mag gave such preferential treatment, but also made a request. I will jointly invest with him to establish a cloth brand, and share the brand and profits."
"This request is not too much." Mars nodded. With such a low price, it would not be difficult for Mag to develop the market himself, it would just take some time.
He chose to cooperate with Gloria and showed such sincerity to jointly establish a brand and jointly hold capital, and the cooperation will become closer.
"After all the stores of several of our brands are cleared and closed, we can start to distribute new brands. This time we will not open thousands of stores. We will open big stores and sell them at low prices. , while reducing labor costs and increasing sales." Gloria smiled and said: "Mr. Mag said that as long as our sales can keep up, his production can be doubled at any time."
"Mr. McGonagall is really a god." Mars was more than amazed. The Moulton family has been studying for decades but has not been able to reduce costs and increase production. With McGonagall, it is as simple as playing house. .
"Mr. Mag and I have agreed on the first delivery time for the beginning of next month. Before then, we need to collect a sum of funds and make sure that our sales team is ready to launch a new brand." Gloria Looking at Mars, "Can we turn the textile industry around in three months? That's it."
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"Mr. McGonagall, please, please save me..."
Mag opened the door and looked at Cyril who was bowing and pleading, a little confused.
No, this second young master of the Moulton family, who has always had his nostrils turned upward, never looks at people seriously, and has repeatedly criticized him at the annual meeting of the Chamber of Commerce, is there something wrong with him today?
"Did I admit the wrong person?" Mag tried to ask.
"No, no, I'm Cyril, the Cyril you know." Cyril shook his head quickly, looked at Mag with a sad face and said, "Mr. Mag, I'm here to ask for your help today."
"Do you think I can help you?" Mag asked, rolling his eyes.
"Forehead……"
Cyril, who had been brewing his emotions for a long time and had prepared a lot of words, suddenly choked up and stared at Mag. He was so unaccustomed to the routine!
How can you talk like this? How can you not let others talk? !
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