Ji Donglai didn't understand it at first, but after the other party kept talking about helping for an hour, Ji Donglai realized that the other party was talking about local people's packing habits.
The locals who transport reeds here do so in bulk and do not bundle them. They just throw them in the car. When they arrive, they just throw them on the scale. The amount counts.
Ji Donglai knew where the problem was without asking, but Qian Xue, a rich man who had no fingers in the water, didn't know what the problem was. Ji Donglai kept covering his forehead.
"Mr. Qian, I think you have overlooked an issue. No one from the locals specially transports reeds. Instead, they do farm work or bring some reeds back to you in exchange for some pocket money. If you sign an agreement with a local person, let They contracted the transportation and purchase of reeds, and then it should be a complete vehicle when it arrives at your factory."
"Besides, you only want reed stems, not reed leaves! Those with leaves will deduct some money, and those without leaves will pay enough. I think they will be able to transport you qualified raw material reeds."
When a paper mill's raw material reeds suddenly broke, Ji Donglai really felt that Qian Xue was joking. Strictly speaking, Gu Liping was insulting everyone's IQ.
When building a factory, if you don’t first solve the problem of transportation of raw materials and then sit firmly on Diaoyutai, is it so easy to make money here? Do you think this is Hebei? There are always people coming to the factory and asking your boss if he wants goods?
This is the westernmost part of Uzbekistan, Nukus!
Within Uzbekistan, this is a group of people who are farthest from industrialization. It is simply ridiculous to expect this group of people to realize themselves.
"This is a good suggestion. I'll tell Mr. Gu..."
"Come on, you can tell Mr. Gu, but don't say it's me, Mr. Qian! I don't want to offend Mr. Gu, otherwise I won't come to your place next time. Just kidding, I don't get a salary from you, you let me Offend?"
Qian Xue picked up the phone and wanted to call Gu Liping. Ji Donglai waved his hand directly. Qian Xue was surprised and laughed.
But Ji Donglai obviously overestimated Qian Xue's offline, and Qian Xue bought Ji Donglai the next day while teaching Gu Liping a lesson.
"If you guys had even a little bit of knowledge from Mr. Ji, our industry would have been started a long time ago. You would have thought of cultivating a separate supplier, but what about you? You have been thinking about it for several years, but are you all pig-headed?"
Pointing at Gu Liping and his group, Qian Xue taught him various lessons. While Gu Liping was surprised, a haze passed across his eyes.
The following Ji Donglai, Chinese companies began to enter the Tashkent industrial park one after another, and they were almost the same as the group of people under Qian Xue. The level of everyone's skills varies greatly. Many people come here and just copy the stuff from China.
Some people choose the right place, enter the role in minutes and make a lot of money.
Others who copy domestic successful cases have suffered miserably.
Wu Yan is one of the most negative teaching materials. When Ji Dong came to build the industrial park, Wu Yan and Yu Dahe walked around here. After the completion of the construction, the other party came here.
Wu Yan was very enthusiastic every time he saw Ji Donglai.
Ji Donglai and Ran Bo returned to Tashkent, and their first stop was the industrial park, where they met Wu Yan.
"Mr. Ji, our tofu just happened to be out of the pot. Come and try it, hurry up..."
Bald head, very loud voice, big eyes like a cow, these are Wu Yan's biggest features. The other party, like Ji Donglai, is from Hebei, and the people are very warm and hospitable.
He pulled Ji Donglai and walked towards his factory. Ran Bo wanted to stop him, but Ji Donglai waved his hand.
In the other side's workshop, there is a huge boiler, electric mill, and soybeans. Various equipment for cooking beans, all of which are the most advanced in the country.
Entering the workshop, a strong aroma of tofu spreads into the nose. Facing the door of the workshop, there are sealed soy milk, tofu brain, water tofu, dried tofu, yuba, fried bean skin, and a lot of soy products in the display cabinet.
In the wooden square plate, the water tofu has just been pressed. I have to say that this machine is very successful and the tofu tastes good.
"Old Wu, where do you plan to sell the tofu?"
After tasting the tofu, it was hot and tasted very good. Ji Donglai gave a thumbs up and asked casually.
"Then isn't our family halal? They don't eat pork or other vegetables. It's winter soon, and our tofu is on the market. They don't have much vegetables, so they naturally eat this. I'm optimistic about the market here. Koreans haven’t done it yet. There are many Asians here, so some people will like tofu.”
"Starting tomorrow, I will deliver tofu door to door, so that everyone will be familiar with our taste. If anyone wants to eat it, they can order from me. Besides, if it doesn't work, I can deliver it for a year. We Chinese will be here in the future. There are more and more people. For those who have left their families and careers behind, it will definitely be enough to eat some food from home..."
Wu Yan was so confident that Ji Donglai almost rolled his eyes.
It is true that Chinese people eat a lot of this food, but how many Chinese are there in the whole of Uzbekistan? There are tens of thousands of people, and they are distributed throughout Uzbekistan.
Can there be a thousand people in Tashkent? They are scattered in all corners of the city. If you just deliver tofu and order them all, the daily fare will be a lot of money.
This kind of industrially produced tofu is best sent to local Chinese restaurants, but there is no decent Lanzhou Ramen locally, let alone any Chinese food.
There are a lot of Korean food, but Bangbang has always been an internal loop and never gives people from other countries a chance.
According to the output of Wu Yan's equipment, one thousand kilograms of soybeans per day is a conservative figure.
Local residents generally believe in Islam. This religion is very conservative and has a conservative attitude towards new things or food. If you haven’t seen it, you won’t eat it, and if you haven’t seen it, you won’t move.
Needless to say, Wu Yan's investment would end in a complete tragedy. Looking at the layout of the other party's workshop, Ji Donglai secretly thought it was a pity.
But looking at the other party's focused look, it's hard to hit him. After all, any investment boss is a stubborn person without exception. No one will easily change something that the other party has determined.
"Mr. Wu, what industry did you work in before?"
He ate water tofu until he was full, and Wu Yan was the kind of person who was absolutely enthusiastic.
Ji Donglai was embarrassed to eat the other person's food for free. After eating, he rubbed his belly and walked out of the other party's park. Ran Bo stayed far away over there, otherwise he would have eaten to full.
"Lime kilns, many people used to do this in our hometown. I have been doing it for so many years and I don’t want to do it anymore. I didn’t come here. I want to find a profitable industry to do it. Food is the most important thing for the people, I think In today’s food industry, lime is cyclical, so it’s better to grasp it.”
(End of chapter)
