Of course, there is no need to tell Lin Zhong this for the time being.
Mo Wen was in front, pedaling his old bicycle so fast that it flew into the air, and within twenty minutes, he entered the foundry.
When I went to the switch factory before, there were only a few people in the factory, but the casting factory was different. There were hundreds of men and women gathered in front of the factory, and most of them were very excited. Especially when they saw Zhu Zhiyuan's car, it was like being thirsty for three days in the desert. A traveler with eyes so hot that they can melt people.
Needless to say, the news about the switch factory should have spread to the foundry factory.
When Mo Wen arrived at the factory gate, he jumped up, got off his bicycle, and waved his hands randomly: "Get out of the way, don't block Assistant Zhu's car."
The workers stepped aside and made way for Mo Wen, who turned around and said with a smile on his face: "Assistant Zhu, come here, the car will drive right in."
The casting factory is even larger than the switch factory. There are many heavy castings, so they naturally occupy a larger area.
Zhu Zhiyuan's car drove in and stopped.
Mo Wen ran after the car. As soon as his car stopped, Mo Wen immediately came over to help open the door with an attentive smile on his face.
Zhu Zhiyuan got out of the car and asked, "Assistant Zhu, should you go to the factory office to take a rest first, or..."
"Let's go to the workshop and have a look first."
"Okay." Mo asked, "Assistant Zhu, please come with me."
Entering the workshop, there were many workers inside, pretending to be working there, but their eyes were all looking towards Zhu Zhiyuan.
Zhu Zhiyuan glanced briefly and said: "Director Mo, what is your factory mainly producing now? I mean, what is sold in the market now."
"We used to work in the military industry." Mo Wen said with a bit of a sour look on his face: "Now, there are more products, such as kettles, cooking pots, rice cookers, pressure cookers, wrenches, pliers, gongs, and whatnot. In the summer, they also produce mosquito coils."
"Mosquito incense?"
This answer really surprised Zhu Zhiyuan.
"Yes." Mo Wen was even more embarrassed: "This is a mountainous area. There is mosquito grass. We collected it. Anyway, we also have a machine. We crush it, dry it, make it into incense, and sell it. How much can we sell? money."
He explained: "There is no other way. Whatever can bring in money, we will do whatever it takes."
"Not bad." Zhu Zhiyuan nodded: "Do it yourself, don't wait or rely on it, as long as you can make money, it doesn't matter."
"Hey, hey." Mo Wen nodded repeatedly: "I think so too."
He then grimaced: "But you can't make much money."
Seeing Zhu Zhiyuan looking at him, he said: "The mosquito-repellent incense we produce is not branded, and outsiders don't recognize it, so we just sell it nearby. It's cheap."
Zhu Zhiyuan nodded.
It's normal for a brand-name product to be unsaleable and have no money to advertise.
Looking at the workpiece table next to it, there are a few pliers, it seems that it has been completed.
He picked up a handful, looked at it, and said, "These pliers feel good. They seem to be quite solid."
"Our pliers are absolutely fine." Mo Wen said confidently: "There is enough material and the quality is absolutely excellent."
"Really?" Zhu Zhiyuan said, "I'll try."
"Assistant Zhu, just try." Mo Wen handed him a piece of wire.
"This is too thin." Zhu Zhiyuan glanced at it, walked to the work table on the other side, and took out a steel bar as thick as his little finger.
Mo Wen took a look and said, "Zhu Zhuliang, you can't cut this."
Zhu Zhiyuan looked at him: "You mean, the pliers in your factory can only cut thin wires, not thick ones."
"No." Mo Wen didn't seem to know what to say: "Well, our pliers are fine, but human hands are not that strong. It's impossible."
Before he finished speaking, Zhu Zhiyuan had already put the steel bar into the jaws and exerted force.
Card.
There was a crisp sound, and a section of the steel bar was cut off.
"Ah." Mo Wen exclaimed in surprise, with a look of disbelief on his face.
Zhu Zhiyuan didn't look at him. Looking at the pliers, the jaws were not deformed and the cutting edge was still sharp.
"Not bad." He nodded.
Some low-quality products can cut thin wires just fine, but if they are slightly thicker or have harder steel, the jaws will just curl up, which can make people mad.
Mo Wen raised his thumb at him: "Assistant Zhu, your hand strength is amazing."
Zhu Zhiyuan chuckled.
After his rebirth, his strength was indeed much greater than that of ordinary people.
He picked up another screwdriver, this one with one screwdriver. Zhu Zhiyuan squatted down, grabbed the screwdriver, and stabbed it into the floor.
The floor is made of cement, and because there are many heavy people in the foundry, they often hit the ground. The floor cement in the foundry is high-grade, very hard, and is driven very deep.
Zhu Zhiyuan's poke actually penetrated directly into the floor, so much that sparks even started.
Zhu Zhiyuan poked it three times, picked it up and looked at it. The blade of the screwdriver was also not curled.
"Okay." At this time, Zhu Zhiyuan praised.
He had seen some screwdrivers, and some screws were rusty. He had to exert force, but after a struggle, the screw did not move, and the screwdriver blade curled up, turning it into a rolling shutter door.
Mo Wen, on the other hand, stared at the three holes on the floor, his mouth wide open in an exaggerated manner.
Lin Zhong, who was next to him, was also dumbfounded and secretly shouted: "Is this man still a trainer? No wonder he has such a strong body."
Zhu Zhiyuan didn't stop, so he changed to another screwdriver, this one was a cross screwdriver. He tried it again and poked a hole, but the screwdriver was still fine.
"It's worthy of military-industrial quality. It's really good." Zhu Zhiyuan agreed.
"We have always demanded our own military products." Mo Wen boasted: "In terms of quality, we will definitely not stretch our hips."
"Yeah." Zhu Zhiyuan nodded: "Such quality should have a good reputation. How are the sales?"
Mo Wen suddenly had a bitter look on his face: "Not so good?"
"Why?" Zhu Zhiyuan was curious.
"The price is too high." Mo asked, "I can't compete with those private factories."
"Yes." Zhu Zhiyuan nodded: "You use enough materials, the price may be a little higher, but it should not be much higher."
"It's not just a matter of materials." Mo asked: "We have a heavy burden. Everyone's chewing wraps have to be included in the cost, so the price remains high. But for those private factories, the cost is much smaller. The price is naturally much cheaper, and since I don’t know the brand of this kind of thing, I naturally buy whichever one is cheaper, and we can’t deal with them at all.”
This is a fact. The heavy burden on state-owned enterprises is indeed a very serious problem.
"How many people are there in your factory now?" Zhu Zhiyuan asked.
"There are currently sixty-five workers." Mo asked, "But to pay wages, we need to pay two hundred and three."
"So many retired workers?" Zhu Zhiyuan was surprised.
Mo Wen nodded with a grimace, opened his mouth, and wanted to say something, but when the words came to his lips, he took them back.
What can he say? Can he say that I will not care about retired workers and will not pay them wages?
is it possible?
Zhu Zhiyuan understood this and did not ask this. He said: "Do you have a backlog of products?"
"Yes." Mo Wen's eyes lit up immediately.
"how many?"
"I counted it first, it's almost 2.5 million."
"Two million and a half million." Zhu Zhiyuan frowned slightly: "If your factory is opened to maximum production capacity, how much can your monthly output value be based on your current ex-factory price?"
"Two million." Mo Wen blurted out.
