Chen Zhengwei walked out of the side hall, followed by Chen Zhenghu and others.
"Brother Wei, is everything okay?"
"What can happen to me? It's someone else who's in trouble!" Chen Zhengwei said with a smile, with a fierce look in his eyes.
"Go and see my property first!"
The cigarette factory and grocery store are clearly his properties. As for the shares in the shirt factory, he will keep them in the clubhouse for safekeeping first.
I saw other people in the guild hall in the lobby. Those people didn't have much time to discuss. They looked at each other from time to time and asked in a low voice what was going on inside.
After all, the gunshot... everyone heard it clearly, and then Fatty Li left angrily.
"Everyone, I'll go ahead and come to me for tea when you have time!" Chen Zhengwei was in high spirits and shouted to everyone.
"Boss Chen! I'll definitely go if I have the chance!" Everyone stood up quickly and spoke.
When I walked to the door, a man in his thirties hurriedly followed him. He was Li Tongshi from the guild hall.
Usually he is mainly responsible for conveying some news.
"Director Chen, I'll take you there!" Li Tongshi's attitude was very respectful and his posture was very low.
He first took Chen Zhengwei to take over those properties, and then came back to draft an announcement, announcing that Chen Zhengwei and fat guy Li had become the new directors.
"Let's go!" The group first went to take over two grocery stores, one on Duban Street and one on Market Street. They were both good places.
"Li Tongshi, why are you here? Come and sit down inside!" The shopkeeper was looking at the abacus. When he saw Li Tongshi, he quickly put on a smile.
"Shopkeeper Huang, this is Director Chen. Director Chen will manage this place from now on. If you need anything, just ask Director Chen." Li Tongshi quickly stood aside and signaled to Shopkeeper Huang that the person next to him is the real boss.
"Director Chen! Sit inside quickly!" Shopkeeper Huang was stunned for a moment and then quickly invited people inside.
A small person like him can only go with the flow and have no influence at all.
In the past, by virtue of having the same surname as Huang Baoru, as well as his quick hands and feet and his ability to keep accounts, he could be a shopkeeper here and he would have enough food and clothing.
Now that the situation has changed and his boss has changed, he can only do his own thing carefully.
"How is business lately?" Chen Zhengwei asked with a smile. He glanced around and saw that the place was full of bean paste, sugar, soy sauce, clogs, and even mats and ingot candles for weddings and weddings. There were also guns, opium cream, and the like.
Almost everything the Chinese need can be found here.
Almost all grocery stores in Chinatown look like this.
After a brief inquiry, the business of this grocery store is not bad. I can earn more than 300 yuan a month, and the monthly rent is about 35 yuan.
Chen Zhengwei nodded and left without saying anything.
"I told Yan Qingyou and others when I left the house that the disabled ones will come here to work after they recover from their injuries. Two grocery stores can accommodate at least four people, and we will give them 20 yuan a month!"
"Thank you Brother Wei! They must be happy when they hear the news." Several people smiled from the bottom of their hearts. Just like Chen Zhengwei said, even if they were disabled, he gave them jobs and money to spend.
After all, other people who were angry and disabled inside the hall were eventually kicked out and died on the roadside.
But they are different. They are almost all blood brothers. They all have the same surname in the same village, and they were all persuaded to come and work with Chen Zhengwei to fight for wealth.
If those disabled brothers don't have a good arrangement, they won't have the shame to face others.
On the contrary, it was Chen Zhengwei who took care of them. Ordinary Chinese workers worked hard for 12 hours a day for only 15 yuan a month.
Although the work in the grocery store is complicated, it is much more leisurely than going out to work, and the pay is 20 yuan a month.
You can imagine how other people reacted when this news got back.
Those who are alive will get money, those who are disabled will have jobs, and those who are dead will have their settlement allowance sent home. Everyone has no worries at all.
Moreover, Chen Zhengwei took such good care of his disabled brothers, let alone the elders like them.
"In addition, let them learn to write and keep accounts! Since they can't fight, they have to rely on their brains. There will be plenty of opportunities for them in the future!" Chen Zhengwei pointed to his temple.
"I'll tell them when I get back!" Chen Zhenghu said with a smile.
Then the group went to the cigarette factory. The person in charge of the cigarette factory, Chen Zhengwei, had met him last time.
"This is Director Chen. From now on, Director Chen will be in charge of the cigarette factory. You will listen to whatever Director Chen says!"
"Director Chen!" The person in charge of the cigarette factory had a vague impression of Chen Zhengwei. Chen Zhengwei's high-spirited and wanton temperament can be recognized at a glance even if he is wearing ordinary clothes in a crowd.
Besides, the last time he came here, he was wearing a sophisticated gentleman's attire.
"Just call me boss! Go to the office and talk about the situation here."
Today, there are a total of thirty-four female workers in the cigarette factory. Each journeyman works 12 hours a day and can roll 380 to 400 cigarettes, which is about 20 packs. The monthly salary is 12 yuan.
This cigarette factory produces more than 600 packs of cigarettes every day. The cost of each pack is about 6 cents, and the price to the grocery store is 11 cents.
In other words, you can earn more than 30 yuan a day, which is 1,000 yuan a month.
"Is the market in Chinatown that big?" Chen Zhengwei raised his eyebrows: "Everyone occupies such a large space, why don't we recruit more people?"
You know, there are more than 40,000 people in Chinatown.
"Boss, these cigarettes sell for 15 cents in a grocery store, and most people can't afford them. And we are not the only cigarette factory in Chinatown... There is another cigarette factory besides us!" the person in charge of the cigarette factory said quickly.
"Oh? Where is the other one? Who opens it?" Chen Zhengwei asked with raised eyebrows.
"It's at the end of this street! Their shipments are similar to ours! I don't know the name of their boss, but I heard that their boss has something to do with Danshan Hall... People have come to trouble him several times. Once My head was broken by them!" the person in charge said quickly.
"Isn't this a coincidence!" Chen Zhengwei's eyes narrowed as he smiled. He estimated that the so-called relationship was just that the boss of the cigarette factory took the money and Danshandang was responsible for looking for trouble.
One thousand yuan a month seems like a lot, but it may not be considered in the eyes of the gangster. People smuggling, opium, and gambling dens are the only things that can make a lot of money.
What's more, it's hard to say whether Danshan Hall will exist in a while.
"Recruit more people and prepare to expand production. Can you find a few young and beautiful people?" Chen Zhengwei said.
The person in charge was stunned when he heard this request. He subconsciously wanted to find Li Tongshi, but then he remembered that Li Tongshi didn't come in at all just now.
Then he quickly said: "Boss, if we can't sell the expanded production, we will have to keep it in the warehouse. We and another factory each have their own sales territory. Even if we lower the price, those stores may not dare to buy us. Goods!"
He was afraid that Chen Zhengwei wouldn't understand what was going on, so he explained the situation in detail.
"So I am the boss and you are just a wage earner!" Chen Zhengwei sneered.
Let someone burn down that cigarette factory! If there was only one cigarette factory left, wouldn't this problem be solved?
"Do as I say and recruit a few more young and beautiful ones. The price will be higher. If we don't have them in Chinatown, go look for them outside Chinatown." Chen Zhengwei ordered.
Even if he swallows up the market share of another cigarette factory, the profit of 20,000 yuan a year will not satisfy him.
If you want higher profits, you have to segment the market and create a part of the high-end market.
After all, there are many wealthy bosses in Chinatown!
Let them smoke the same cigarettes as those Kuhaha? It loses their identity.
If you find a few virgins with pretty faces and good figures to roll, won't the price go up all of a sudden? Moreover, they were rolled on their thighs, rolled in the crest of the wave, and the tobacco still carried their body fragrance. It would be unjustifiable unless it was sold for ten times the price.
As for whether those beautiful and well-figured women are virgins, how many rolls they can make in a day, and whether they are enough to sell, that is another matter.
Just having this gimmick is enough.
You can also use this gimmick to expand the market beyond Chinatown.
In the future, these female workers can even be graded according to their appearance, body shape, and body fragrance. The prices of rolled cigarettes of different grades will also be different, further segmenting the market.
What is this called? This is called giving cigarettes new life and culture!
Every pack of cigarettes has its own flavor and story.
The more Chen Zhengwei thought about it, the more he felt that his plan was not only perfect, but also a dimensionality reduction attack.
Sure enough, no one is better at doing business than me.
