Cheng Hui smiled, today's task was successfully completed.
She had returned to the machinery factory before and heard that Zhao Daxing was here. She was so excited that she came in a hurry.
Finally got a chance to visit this gate!
A small order of 5 cakes is not worth mentioning, but it is a stepping stone, and she will be in contact with these people in the future!
First comes the connection, then the relationship, and then the iron relationship.
Well, I will send them cakes tomorrow, and she will deliver them personally!
Cheng Hui gave up when he saw that it was good, said goodbye to the leader, and went to the printing factory.
The transaction has already begun, and she wants to take away her old newspapers and old cigarette cases.
Due to various reasons, not every issue of the newspaper can be sold out. The newspaper office has no place to store these things, so they are usually stored in the printing factory.
Cheng Hui saw the inventory in recent years, and there were newspapers dating back to the 1960s.
Nowadays, people just think of them as waste paper. They would never imagine that a few decades later, a newspaper from the 1960s would cost more than 100 yuan, and a newspaper from the 1970s would cost dozens of yuan.
There is a warehouse full in front of us, where is the waste paper? Simply gold!
Of course, it will take time to realize it, about 50 years.
But that wasn't a problem at all, and she wasn't in a hurry.
The market for cigarette boxes and cigarette labels is relatively niche. In the future, it is not certain whether a cigarette box will sell for a few yuan, dozens, or hundreds of yuan.
She didn't expect them to make any money. It would be nice to keep them for herself as a collection and souvenir.
"Take me to Gaojiatun first." Cheng Hui said to Fan Guangyao.
Fan Guangyao was beside her, but he looked like he didn't hear her.
He was already confused by Cheng Hui's painting, and the more he thought about it, the more confused he became.
The market is really blank and huge. Selling a Spring Festival couplet for 5 cents is not too much, right? A word "福" selling for 1 point, 2 points and 3 points is not too much, right?
The average consumption of 50 cents per family is not excessive, right?
China now has a population of 890 million.
Even if there are 100 million families, 50 cents per family is... gah!
"Director Fan, what's wrong with you?" Cheng Hui asked nervously.
Doesn't this person have a heart disease? Why do you look like you're about to die suddenly?
Zhao Daxing kept looking at him, and he knew very well why he was like this, because he was also calculating this score in his mind. He thought that he no longer wanted to be the director of the machinery factory, but wanted to open a printing factory!
He walked over and slapped Fan Guangyao: "Old Fan, can you still do it? If not, don't be brave. Let's find another printing factory to cooperate with!"
"Gah!" Fan Guangyao burped and suddenly woke up.
"Bah, bah, bah! You can't do it! Don't change people, I can do it!" After the calculation was clear, Fan Guangyao was generous: "How about we order 10 cakes each!"
"Director Fan is really good." Cheng Hui said with a smile.
Fan Guangyao...how does it sound like a curse?
But no matter how much he ordered, he really couldn't come up with the spare money. Even with a 20% discount, it would still be 160,000.
Of course, for a factory with 20,000 employees and a monthly salary of millions, it is actually not that difficult.
Mainly because of him.
"Take all of these to the Gaojiatun production team." Cheng Hui pointed to the full warehouse.
"Okay, okay." Fan Guangyao agreed immediately.
"Then I'll say goodbye," Cheng Hui said.
Fan Guangyao followed and opened the car door for her personally, but did not close the door...with a look of struggle on his face.
"What else is going on? Tell me quickly! Don't let my eldest niece and grandson get cold!" Zhao Daxing said.
"Can I go to your printing factory and have a look..." Fan Guangyao said, "I'll just take a look! I won't print it before the end of the year, and I won't compete with you for the market!"
He was extremely curious about how dozens of iron frames turned into a printing press.
Moreover, this is too mythical. If I don’t understand it, I feel that the two of them are working together to deceive him...
After he buys the cake, they will no longer have the skills to give him, so isn't he a big injustice?
He also saw that the leader had no way to deal with Zhao Daxing and Cheng Hui, and he would have no choice but to suffer the loss of being dumb.
"Okay, let's go and have a look with me." Cheng Hui said generously.
She is not afraid that Fan Guangyao's words will not count.
Just now she quietly asked Zhao Daxing that Fan Guangyao was an accountant.
This printing factory does all machine printing and does not have any screen printing related products.
If he is not an expert, he will not be able to learn even if he sees it.
Did he really learn not to keep his word and compete with her for the market a few years ago? That way next year the Spring Festival couplets from other printing plants will be on the market earlier than his!
After leaving the printing factory, she did not go back to Gaojiatun directly, but went to the paper factory.
I never thought of it before, but there are many treasures in the paper mill!
Paper mills don't all use wood to make paper, they also collect waste paper to make paper.
The old books and newspapers from the scrap collection station are all shipped here.
There are not only old newspapers from the 1950s and 1960s, but also older ones. There may also be ancient books and paintings!
Cheng Hui came in and went straight to the waste paper workshop, and sure enough he saw piles of old books and newspapers.
Lu Weimin came over after hearing the news, and asked when they met: "Have you really made a printing press? I heard that department stores sell cakes and send Spring Festival couplets!"
He even saw the Spring Festival couplets and the Chinese characters "Fu" bought by some employees. They were so beautiful.
The key is printing!
It’s only been a few days and a new machine has been made!
He immediately looked at Fan Guangyao jealously, he was taking advantage of this old boy!
He knew that the printing press would fall into the hands of the printing factory sooner or later. He had no choice but to ask someone to help him.
"Engineer, I have fallen in love with a paper machine. The paper produced is white and strong. When will you be free to help me research it? I, I will also order cakes!" Lu Weimin said.
"That's easy to say." Cheng Hui said: "But I have something to discuss with the factory director today. I wonder if you can help me sort out the old newspapers and ancient books and paintings from these waste papers? Send them to Gaojiatun for me."
When Lu Weimin heard that she had agreed, he seemed happy and agreed: "I'll give it to you, I'll give it to you!"
Fan Guangyao's stomach started to feel sour!
Why is it so easy for Lu Weimin to get a machine? A little bit of broken paper was replaced! No need to order a cake! Why is it so difficult for him to get a machine?
As if she guessed what he was thinking, Cheng Hui turned to him and said, "Because you earn more, why not..."
"Today is a bad day, it's going to snow soon! Let's leave quickly!" Fan Guangyao said and ran back to his car.
Cheng Hui smiled and got on the bus. He sent Zhao Daxing back first and then returned to Gaojiatun.
Take Fan Guangyao directly to visit the primary school.
Fan Guangyao's eyes widened when he entered the workshop. It was really made of those iron frames.
I just hid the stereotype and didn't tell him.
But as the director of a printing factory, he should have thought of it long ago!
Isn’t it just carving words on a board and then printing it!
Because of this, he was embarrassed and didn't ask anything. He looked around the house and then took the car back with confidence.
Gao Qishan frowned: "Who is this person? Why don't I think his face is funny?"
"Director of the printing factory." Cheng Hui said.
"This..." Gao Qishan was a little confused: "Why did you bring him here? I think he has learned it."
Cheng Hui smiled and said: "It's not that easy to learn. If I don't let him try it himself, he will think that I take advantage of him."
When Fan Guangyao returned to the printing factory, he called all the technical backbones over and held a secret meeting.
"I learned it!" he said excitedly: "It's just to carve words on a thin board! Then apply a layer of ink! Why didn't we think of such a simple thing!
"Quick, quick, let's do some experiments!"
