Zhu Zhiyuan watched the conversation between the two of them with some amusement. He estimated that the two of them had had such a conversation more than once.
Gong Fenghuang is a woman with a very distinctive personality, and this Cheng Guanghui is similar.
"Director Cheng, if your factory is adjusted to its maximum production capacity, how much will it be able to produce in a year?" Zhu Zhiyuan asked.
"No matter how large the output is, what's the use." Cheng Guanghui looked listlessly and glanced at Zhu Zhiyuan. When he saw Zhu Zhiyuan looking at him with bright eyes, he cheered up and said, "If we adjust our production line again, we can add a few more Ten thousand sets, maybe 350,000 to 60,000, if more, we need to add production lines and people."
"Okay." Gong Fenghuang interrupted.
"I know." Cheng Guanghui slumped again: "We can't sell what we have now. There will be more and more factories in the future. There will be almost no one in the countryside now, and no one will buy rain boots or ponchos. What will happen in the future?" What to do?"
He sighed and said to Gong Fenghuang: "Mr. Gong, to be honest..."
"no."
Before he could finish speaking, Gong Fenghuang replied directly to him with two words.
"Wherever you invest the country's money, you are not investing." Cheng Guanghui was anxious.
"The country's money is also money, and it also needs to make money." Gong Fenghuang said: "If I invest with you, I will lose money, but if I invest with others, I can earn two yuan, or even ten or a hundred yuan for one dollar."
"We will switch to a lamp production line and we will definitely make money." Cheng Guanghui patted his chest: "I will give you a military order."
"I'm not the leader of your useless group."
"Mr. Gong." Cheng Guanghui glared anxiously, but Gong Fenghuang ignored him.
Zhu Zhiyuan finally couldn't help but laugh.
Gong Fenghuang's eyes turned to his face, and her eyes wandered: "By the way, our Zhu Chuke said he wants to teach me how to do things. Let's start the class, Teacher Zhu."
"Okay." Zhu Zhiyuan laughed: "Students, please wait a moment."
He said and walked out to the corridor outside.
Gong Fenghuang frowned slightly and looked at his back.
Cheng Guanghui's eyes wandered back and forth between Gong Fenghuang and Zhu Zhiyuan. He had listened to the conversation between Zhu Zhiyuan and Gong Fenghuang earlier, and felt that the relationship between the two people seemed not normal, at least not like a serious superior and subordinate, but a bit The smell of dogs and men flirting.
Zhu Zhiyuan went outside, took out his mobile phone, and called Najia.
The phone rang several times before the call came through. Nadya's voice was still a little confused: "Hello."
"Lazy bitch, you haven't gotten up yet, right? The sun is shining on your butt." Zhu Zhiyuan joked.
The reason for the time difference is that it is morning here and still early morning there. Najia has a good living habit, but she usually doesn’t get up until around seven o’clock. This is why Zhu Zhiyuan first came to Cheng Guanghui Factory to take a look around and delay the time. s reason.
"The sun hasn't come out yet." Nadya giggled over there, with a bit of coquettishness.
"Although the sun hasn't come out, I can see your bare butt." Zhu Zhiyuan smiled.
Nadya was also giggling there, getting even more charming.
After a few words of teasing, Zhu Zhiyuan said: "Najia, are your rain boots, raincoats, rubber gloves and the like over there easy to sell? What's the price?"
"I don't know much about this." Nadya said, "Why do you ask this?"
"Check it out."
"Okay." Nadya agreed.
After a while, she replied: "Here, a pair of rain boots costs three to five hundred hryvnia. If they are European and American products, they are a little more expensive, depending on the brand."
"Well, where's the raincoat?" Zhu Zhiyuan asked.
"The price of a raincoat also depends on the brand, ranging from one thousand to five thousand."
"Such a big difference?" Zhu Zhiyuan was a little surprised.
"European and American brands are more expensive." Nadya said: "Rubber gloves cost about one hundred to two hundred, which is not much different."
"Then if you were to supply the goods, do you think there would be a market?" Zhu Zhiyuan asked.
"There must be a market for my supply." Nadya smiled: "No matter what it is, as long as the price is low, there will be a market."
Zhu Zhiyuan suddenly became happy.
Yes, no matter what it is, even if it is rocks and sand, as long as the price is low, there will be a market.
And Nadya has smuggling channels. If she ships, the price will be low.
What she lacks is goods. The heavy industry of the former Soviet Union is no worse than that of the West, but the light industry is very poor. There is no way, the latitude and the climate are not suitable for light industry.
But Zhu Zhiyuan is not out of stock.
Moreover, Zhu Zhiyuan's goods are very cheap, even if they go through formal channels, go through customs and pay taxes, it is much cheaper.
The price ratio between the hryvnia and the renminbi is one to five.
Take rain boots as an example. The lowest price for ordinary goods there is 300 hryvnia, which is equivalent to RMB, which is about 60 yuan.
What is the ex-factory price of Chengguanghui? Depending on the size, it is between four and six yuan, that is, a price difference of ten times.
Nadya got it, doubled it five times, and sold a pair for thirty yuan. Does anyone want it?
Absolutely, and it will definitely be a blast.
Just like the truck over there, come here, it's 30,000 yuan cheaper, and it's sold out in minutes.
"How big is the market?" Zhu Zhiyuan asked.
"Infinite." Nadya said: "We can enter Ukraine, Russia, Eastern Europe and even Western Europe, as long as the price is low, and of course, the quality cannot be too bad. By the way, the canned food you gave me is very good, very good. I eat a few a day now.”
"Beware of turning into a little fat pig."
"Yeah." Nadya said coquettishly, "You will love me even if you become a fat little pig."
"Of course." Zhu Zhiyuan said without any hesitation: "I like you to be fatter, especially your butt and breasts."
Nadya was giggling there, even slightly panting.
"Nadya." Zhu Zhiyuan said more seriously: "I have one hundred thousand sets of rain boots, raincoats and rubber gloves. My idea is to package and sell one set. The supply price I will give you is one thousand hryvnia. You What do you think?"
"One set, one thousand hryvnias?" Nadya was surprised.
"Yes." Zhu Zhiyuan said: "A single piece may not be so easy to sell, but as rain gear, it can be made into a set. So a set of three pieces will definitely be more popular among customers."
"Of course." Nadya said: "Especially because the price is so low. Is it really a three-piece set of one thousand hryvnia?"
"of course it's true."
"That's great." Nadya shouted excitedly: "I want it, I want a lot of it."
Speaking of the latter part, it became watery again.
The situation was not right now. Although Zhu Zhiyuan was speaking in Ukrainian, it was not appropriate after all. He stopped teasing Nadya and hung up the phone after roughly settling on the situation.
Entering the office, Gong Fenghuang and Cheng Guanghui looked at him.
Zhu Zhiyuan said to Cheng Guanghui: "Director Cheng, if it is a three-piece set, that is, a pair of rain boots, a raincoat, and a pair of rubber gloves of the same size, what is the combined price?"
"A three-piece set." Cheng Guanghui thought for a moment and said, "Adults and children, men and women, have different body shapes, different materials, and slightly different prices."
He pondered for a moment and said: "On average, a pair of rain boots costs about five yuan. For a large quantity, four or seventy-eight yuan is fine. For a raincoat, the average price is seventeen or eight yuan. Gloves are cheaper, about two yuan."
"That is to say, on average, a three-piece suit costs twenty-five yuan?" Zhu Zhiyuan asked.
"Yes." Cheng Guanghui nodded: "If the quantity is large, it can be as cheap as 80 cents."
"How about the quantity of 100,000 sets?" Zhu Zhiyuan asked.
"How much?" Cheng Guanghui's eyebrows were thick. At this time, his thick eyebrows suddenly lifted and he looked at Zhu Zhiyuan in surprise.
"One hundred thousand sets, three pieces in one set."
"Such a large amount, twenty-three yuan, no, twenty-two yuan, I can give it to you." Cheng Guanghui shouted urgently: "In addition, I can also give you a kickback, one hundred thousand sets, fifty thousand yuan."
He said and asked: "Who wants it? How come there is such a large quantity?"
"Exit." Zhu Zhiyuan smiled and saw Gong Fenghuang looking at him, but he did not look at Gong Fenghuang and said, "Twenty-five yuan won't do."
"I said twenty-two yuan." Cheng Guanghui shouted urgently.
"No." Zhu Zhiyuan shook his head.
"No matter how low it is, we won't make any money." Cheng Guanghui blushed: "Director Zhu, it's true. We are all disabled in our factory, and we still need living expenses."
Zhu Zhiyuan didn't speak, just looked at him.
Cheng Guanghui twisted his body, glanced at Gong Fenghuang, gritted his teeth and said, "The lowest price is twenty yuan and fifty cents, and I can give you an additional eighty thousand yuan as a rebate, okay?"
Sure enough, this veteran with thick eyebrows and big eyes, a former combat hero, is still quite treacherous after entering the mall.
Zhu Zhiyuan had been in the shopping mall for sixteen years in his previous life, and he had never seen anyone with any skills. He estimated that Cheng Guanghui was still acting, and he should be able to keep the price down.
The simplest reason is that the workers in Cheng Guanghui's factory are all disabled, do not pay taxes, and even receive subsidies.
His cost is naturally less than others.
