This is definitely a thousand-fold increase from the money Ji Donglai spent when he started his business.
The workshop where the machines used to roar began to gradually return to calm. Walking in the empty space of the workshop, Xin Li was a little confused. Behind her, Zhao Shuying put her hands in her windbreaker and looked at the damaged foundations. She didn't know when a strong feeling arose deep in her heart. Lost.
"Donglai, have you ever considered the issue of one-yuan medical treatment?"
Watching various equipment from the standard parts factory being moved out one after another, Xinli turned her eyes to Ji Donglai.
The company with the slowest profit growth in the entire group is Yiyuan Medical, which can be said to be experiencing negative growth. Product backlog and various resource allocations are also very unfavorable.
According to Xin Li, this kind of company should be eliminated.
There has been almost zero profit growth for several consecutive years. It relies on selling masks and limited blood pressure monitors to maintain life, and almost no high-profit equipment is sold.
This time Ji Donglai asked Ji Liang to go to Europe for sales. He spent hundreds of thousands on various certification companies in the early stage, thinking that he could get a breakthrough.
After various exhibitions, the results are still unsatisfactory, and there is always a huge gap between ideals and reality in many things.
After the short-lived glory in 2003, Ji Donglai's Yiyuan Manufacturing has been supporting Yiyuan Medical for more than three years, entering its fourth year in 2007.
It is a strange existence for a group company to allow such a project to exist. According to the character of the foreigner, it has been axed long ago.
"We'll see in June. If Europe still can't open, we'll look for a buyer."
After taking a breath, Ji Donglai was helpless.
The gap between reality and ideals is always so obvious. If you hope to change the status quo in some fields through your own efforts, the ending will basically be tragic. This is the case with one-yuan medical care.
Attacking from the left to the right consumes countless manpower and material resources, but in the end it is just a fart.
Both the medical and automobile industries have their own unspoken rules. The front is deeper than the back. Ji Donglai is also a little tired now.
Xin Li nodded. In fact, Xin Li had already started looking for a buyer for Yiyuan Medical at this time. Just wait until Ji Dong comes, wait until June, actually wait until February and you will know.
Europeans’ medical system purchases are also concentrated in April and May, and there will definitely be a budget in March.
The same is true in China. In these few months, if we can't find the relevant person in charge, our work will be almost in vain for the next year, and no miracle will happen.
Now that Ji Donglai's attitude is relaxed, Xinli can let go and continue.
Amidst the heavy snowfall, the first snow of 2007 finally arrived. Compared with the white snow in the Northeast, the snow here is so heavy with dust that it turns into a puddle of mud in your hands after a while.
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As the largest shareholder of the company, Ji Donglai is actually more concerned about the profitability of each industry than these people, but now there are still some idealistic seeds growing in his heart.
Ji Donglai has lost patience with many current projects, including Yiyuan Medical. If he invests in a project without getting a return for three years, any fund will throw it away.
After changing the topic, Ji Donglai asked Ran Bo to put him on the plane. This time he did not drive, leaving Ran Bo and the car in Hebei.
"Go home and celebrate the New Year. Don't follow me all the time. Now you have a lot of money in your hands. Find one of our projects, then invest in it, and you can get a share of it later."
In the departure hall, Ji Donglai felt inspired when he saw Ran Bo doing his best.
When I was Ran Bo's age, I accomplished nothing and didn't earn as much as the other person, ninety-nine-six-thousand-seven.
If Ran Bo had made so much money back then, Ji Donglai would have simply chosen to lie down. After all, there is no end to making money. Ran Bo has followed Ji Donglai in the past few years and has almost never been home.
"Mr. Ji, then I will send you here. I went to my daughter's place to celebrate the New Year. We have been making noise for several years and I have been embarrassed to tell you. After the New Year, I will go to the Northeast to pick you up. In addition, I will bring a good friend to the elderly at home. .”
Ran Bo was so surprised that he almost laughed out loud when he heard that he could go home for the New Year.
"Where did this child appear? Didn't they all say that you were not married?"
Hearing what Ran Bo said, Ji Donglai was a little surprised. Various information collided in his mind. It seemed that Ran Bo was still single.
"Being single doesn't mean you don't have your own children. I hate marriage, but I don't hate my children. In an accident, someone got pregnant and came to me later. I secretly did an identification and the child was mine."
"All the expenses for the children these years have been mine. When I have nothing to do, I will call. In a few years, I will call the capital to study. Mr. Ji will find a good school for my daughter."
Seeing Ji Donglai surprised, Ran Bo took out his necklace and opened a pendant. Inside was a childish smiling face, which looked very similar to Ran Bo.
"You brat, why are you waiting for a few more years? Bring it as soon as you can. The best schools here are prepared for you. Isn't it just money? We don't lack this now. Let's take this for you. Go home and buy something for the kids..."
Knowing that Ran Bo had a child, Ji Donglai took out his wallet and emptied all the cash in it, whether it was foreign currency or RMB. Ran Bo got angry for a few times, then turned and ran to the ticket office.
"Am I going to have a child of my own? Hurry up!"
Seeing Ran Bo's excitement, Ji Donglai thought of Hu Lijuan.
Now Ji Donglai hates the other party's profession. He is busy all year round, as if the world has stopped without these people. In Ji Donglai's words, how busy can a broken county magistrate be?
Before boarding the plane, Ji Donglai sent a text message to Hu Lijuan, and then closed it several times.
When he turned on the phone again, a text message from Hu Lijuan came over. Although it was full of affection, the content made Ji Donglai frown a little.
"Don't be in a hurry to go home. Your uncle came to your house to ask for money about a house in the capital!"
Just a simple sentence made Ji Donglai's anger burn to his forehead. He closed his eyes and thought for a while in the taxi. Ji Donglai directly asked the driver to take him to the bus station.
Although it's not Spring Festival yet, the buses are still crowded at this time. Let's start over. Ji Donglai hasn't tried this feeling for a long time. How should I put it? torment!
The driver of the Northeast Bus was definitely an A+++++ ticket. With the ice and snow mirror, the driver could drive at a speed of a hundred yards. When turning the corner, Ji Donglai felt as if his face was pressed against the cold glass window.
The locals didn't care at all, as if none of this had happened.
The scenery outside the window whizzes past. In the afterglow of the setting sun, corn stalks are stacked neatly in the fields. In Baiquan County, Ji Donglai finally got into Wang Jue's car.
(End of chapter)
