The weather in May can change at any time, and it started to rain again this morning. In the drizzle, the city of Cordoba was like a sleeping sick dog, ridden with diseases, but with a hint of new life.
Sanjesé opened the window and his eyes drifted into the distance. At this time, Cordoba was ancient and modern, shabby and trendy, a mixture of the decadence of the colonial governorship era and the atmosphere of the whole country's rebirth.
"It's up to me to save your life. If you want to ask how long it will take, it will be my whole life..." Saint Jose suddenly said a nonsensical sentence in New Chinese dialect, which scared the passers-by downstairs.
"Mom, is this uncle sick?" a little girl passing by said to a young lady,
"I must have forgotten to take my medicine." St. Jose was wearing pajamas with disheveled hair. St. Jose grinned and looked at the mother and daughter, which frightened the little girl.
"Hey, beauty, let's have dinner together when you have time," Saint Jose said, switching to Spanish.
"He's quite handsome, but it's a pity that he's a psycho." She quickly pulled the little girl and left quickly. Saint Jose admired the beautiful scenery and closed the window.
The weather in Kecheng is actually relatively stable. It is not located on a plateau, but on a plain, surrounded by mountains on three sides. Although the raindrops are light, it is somewhat cold.
Compared with the cities I have stayed in for a long time in my previous life, it should be somewhat similar to the ancient city of Chang'an. It is 550 meters above sea level and has a temperate continental climate. The overall climate is relatively mild. In recent years, autumn and winter have been relatively cold, with the lowest The temperature is almost close to zero, which is somewhat abnormal. With Saint Jose's poor geographical knowledge, it may be some kind of Nino phenomenon.
In my memory, Cordoba's summers are cooler and not that hot. I don't know why it always rains when winter comes in the last half month. Is this the legendary climate cycle? I can't say for sure. After all, I'm not a climate expert. .
The light rain stopped slightly. Today I plan to go to the cannery to check on the situation. I will also see how Li Qingyun and the others are doing at their work. If appropriate, I will promote him to be a production supervisor, and then ask him to have a drink with Old Man Chen and have some late-night snacks. of.
I was riding a motorcycle. It was a second-hand motorcycle that San Jose bought a few days ago. It was somewhat similar to the Suzuki brand but I couldn’t tell what brand it was and I didn’t know where it came from. I bought it for 19,000 pesos.
I got on the motorcycle and put on my helmet. After all, safety came first. I drove slowly all the way, at a speed of only more than 20 per hour. I was passed by several cyclists along the way and gave them the middle finger.
When we arrived at the door of the cannery, the security personnel had already erected a signboard, which read "Prari Cannery" in Spanish and English. San Jose originally planned to add Chinese characters, but the printing factory in the city couldn't come up with it. I had no choice but to give up and put out a recruitment advertisement, but judging from the sparsely populated area, I guess very few people would come here.
Nowadays, everything printed is done with mechanical typewriters, so it is normal if there is no Chinese language.
There is a guard booth outside the large iron gate of the Prali factory. Two security personnel are resting inside, responsible for checking the entry and exit of people and goods.
After San Jose motioned for them to take off their helmets, the big iron gate was slowly opened and he drove his scooter to the parking lot. He said that the parking lot was actually a relatively large open space with some lime sprinkled on it.
The weeds in the open space have been cleared away, the excess soil has been cleared away, and cement concrete sand and gravel are being paved. The exterior walls have been plastered with lime. The renovation work has been done well. The entire factory area looks much more formal and somewhat presentable.
Factory director Kross Hassoun put down his work and came out to show Saint Jose around the factory. Kross is a typical German descendant. He is rigorous and organized. His Spanish is not very standard. During World War II, in order to escape Arriving in Argentina during the war and military service, there were relatively few Germans who held the positions of production director and director in several factories in Córdoba.
Entering the factory, a group of workers wearing cloth masks were washing fruits with tap water. Baskets of fresh fruits were sorted, rinsed, and passed through the assembly line to the next step.
Before there was large-scale cleaning equipment, we had to rely on manpower.
The second area of the assembly line is for cutting personnel, who use simple tools to peel and remove seeds. In this area, the fruit is peeled, cut, and divided into pieces.
The third area is to add some additives to the fruits and steam them to make the taste more delicious. More than a dozen special large iron pots are used in full swing, and the operation is still done manually.
The fourth area is the natural cooling and sterilization area with relatively few people.
The fifth area is the canned fruit packaging area, and four semi-automatic packaging equipment are doing packaging work.
The last area is the packaging of the finished product, including printing the production date, sealing the carton, etc., and it is finally completed.
There are already more than 360 workers in this workshop-style factory, both male and female, divided into two shifts in order to maximize production.
Li Qingyun was in charge of the last area. He was very motivated to work and got along well with his colleagues. He was very happy. The two nodded and made eye contact.
San Jose carefully checked the quantity shipped every day and checked carefully to see that there were no errors. At this time, a truck happened to be loading. The loading activities were carried out in an orderly manner. One truck was loaded in about 20 minutes. , with 800 boxes, San Jose found that the demand in the city had begun to decline. At this time, it was necessary to recruit suppliers for exporting, or sell directly by itself.
San Jose is considering how to deal with this problem, and the current semi-artificial production is not particularly good, the production equipment is relatively old and needs to be purchased, and most of the factory area has been divided for use.
St. Jesus followed the factory director Cross to the general manager's office in the factory, which was located next to the factory director's office. After entering, he looked at the clean office, the newly purchased three-meter solid wood table, leather chairs, and a bookshelf and file cabinet. Saint Jose nodded with satisfaction.
Cross followed in and was standing in front of the table reporting work.
He is a production supervisor selected from the initially recruited workers. He is quite prestigious. He is over forty years old, tall and has rich management experience.
I used to work as a supervisor at the Aclara Hotel, but was dismissed due to some personal reasons. Last month I applied for a job as a worker in a cannery. I was energetic and rigorous, and was promoted to one of the supervisors in charge of production. Later, I was hired by St. Hesse was promoted to factory director.
Compared with the chaos and disorder in the factory area some time ago, the factory is now more orderly and the workers are working hard to produce canned fruits.
The current production line has been basically perfected and production work has been progressing steadily. Saint Jose was very satisfied after seeing it.
"Boss, our daily output has reached 9,000 bottles a day during this period, and the production capacity is basically full. Through subsequent improvements in production processes, it is expected to reach at least 12,000 bottles a day, and the market in Cordoba now has the most Only 5,000 bottles can be sold, is it necessary to limit production?" Cross made his own suggestion.
"No, continue to maintain the production target, improve the technology and production process, and also need to expand production. I will expand sales channels. If you have time, go to the Central Railway Station where there is a suitable warehouse. All the extra cans will be transported there. "Store it while I'm at it." Saint Jose had his own plan in mind.
"Okay, boss, our cans are currently only printed with American craftsmanship and do not have a trademark identification. Let's see what trademark we can register and apply for." Cross raised a new question. Trademarks are indeed very important.
"Then let's call it Fanta, Fanta, what do you think? If this trademark has never been registered," St. Jose blurted out. This trademark was reborn in Italy five years later. St. Jose used it in advance, without half a cent. Feelings of guilt.
Now the Fanta brand belongs to the American Coca-Cola Company, but it has been refrigerated, and Coca-Cola has not registered this brand outside Germany. Because of its love for this brand, Saint-Jesse plans to create a copycat version. Of course, this is a registered trademark, and it will definitely be The more, the better. A relatively famous trademark in later generations has not yet been produced. Saint-Jesse wrote a bunch of them to Cross to prevent the Americans from reactivating the Fanta brand and then filing a lawsuit and losing the brand.
"It depends on what the boss wants. The name is pretty good, has a meaning, and is catchy." With Cross's rigor, it would be a bit difficult for him to flatter him, and in fact Cross also has a liking for this brand. I have heard of it, but who made Germany a defeated country?
"By the way, let's see if there are channels for international registration of this trademark. We want to sell cans all over the world," Saint Jose continued, carefully looking through the reports on the table, fearing that his gang would fool him.
"In the future, we will not only sell cans, but also drinks, soft drinks, milk, packaged foods, and everything that can be sold," Saint Jose suddenly said seriously to Cross, and stopped. I picked up the pen in my hand, wiped the apples on the table, and took a bite. They were crisp and sweet. The apples were big, red, and covered with ripe vertical stripes.
"Cross, we need to replace all these equipment with more advanced equipment to prepare for the next expansion," Saint Jose continued while chewing on the big apple.
"Yes, boss." Cross looked very excited. He didn't expect that the boss was so ambitious. It seems that I have to work hard. Maybe I can be like the boss in the future.
It’s not just a fantasy. San Jose has been considering the development of the cannery since last night. The canned products are still relatively single and relatively niche and market-oriented. This time, we were able to sell so many after a time difference. I heard that there are already people in the city. If you invest in the production of cans, competition will soon come, and you need to develop new sales channels non-stop.
If you want to expand the category, soft water drinks are a big category, but this depends on the accumulated funds and customized production and processing equipment. Saint-Jesse is not limited to equipment in the United States, but also Germany, France, Japan, These choices of the Soviet Union cannot be fooled this time like last time.
The profits of the entire factory have increased rapidly recently, and the next market is the capital and nearby provinces. Argentina also has a population of more than 10 million.
Maybe some salespeople can be promoted from the floor to expand the market.
"Cross, do we have someone in our factory who is more active and eloquent?" St. Jose gestured and said.
"Boss, there are quite a few people like this. My nephew is like that. Do we need to fire them?" Cross was shocked and spoke out.
"That's not true. I'm still very satisfied with the person you're responsible for recruiting." Cross did a good job. The factory's production is in order, and the product quality is good. I'm very satisfied with it.
"I feel relieved that you are managing the factory," Sanjesé added, letting Cross breathe a sigh of relief. It is not easy to find a good job in Argentina now.
"I want to set up a sales department. Do you have suitable candidates? Can we select more than ten or twenty people from our factory?" Saint Jose continued.
"I think Lucifer Miller in the third department of the production department can still serve, and my nephew Nick Schmidt Jr. can also be a salesman." Cross said calmly.
"Okay, please arrange the work later and ask those people you think are suitable to come to this office. I want to find out from them."
"Good boss". Cross is very serious and responsible about his work, and he cherishes this job with a monthly salary of 15,000 pesos.
"Okay, I'll take a look here, and you go out and make arrangements." Saint Jose nodded.
After Cross left the office, Saint-Jesse stood up from his chair. It was drizzling outside the window, and it was misty and misty. Looking out the window, his mood began to relax. The second purpose of coming to the factory this time was to set up a sales department. , striving to sell canned food across the country.
