Looking at the materials that Feng Yu had prepared long ago, Zhang Ruiqiang flipped through them one by one. Everything that should be prepared has been prepared, but the general manager of this company does not seem to be the person in front of him.
"Who is Feng Xingtai? Why didn't you come?"
"That's my dad, he's out to contact business. Director Zhang, do you think there are any materials needed?"
"That's alright. Please fill out this form. Leave all the materials here. Come and pick them up in a week."
Feng Yu was a little bit disappointed, so he didn't make things difficult for him, so that he could find a way to get closer to him. But at the same time, I think it's normal. If it weren't for a good official reputation, how could Director Zhang be promoted all the way in the future
After leaving the Department of Foreign Trade and Economic Cooperation, Feng Yu felt very happy. After completing the export procedures, his company should make a lot of money!
Feng Yu sent all the young men from the company out to do market research. Don’t know what market research is? It's okay, just go to major markets and stores and ask what things are selling well in the Soviet Union now, or what you want to buy but can't find in the Soviet Union.
Although these young men are inexperienced, they are willing to endure hardships and are all quite smart. Unfortunately, after letting them all out, Feng Yu regretted it.
In such a huge warehouse, he was alone now, and there was no one to talk to. Looking at the empty office, there was no computer, not even a TV, and it was so stuffy that there was no cool breeze at all. Feng Yu could only cheer up and start writing company regulations.
At this time, inspiration suddenly came to me, and I was flooded with ideas. One hundred and eight items were simply not enough. Wouldn't one thousand and eight items be too much
While Feng Yu was writing article 368, the young men came back, all of them sweating profusely. It's just summer and the weather is already so hot.
"Let's buy some electric fans tomorrow. This weather is so suffocating." Feng Yu muttered.
"Manager Feng, how much does an electric fan cost? It also costs electricity, so we can just use a cattail fan." A young man felt embarrassed. He didn't do much work last month and was idle every day in the second half of the year. Manager Feng actually said With a salary of 100 yuan, where can I find such a good person? I have to save money for others.
Feng Yu blinked: "How much does an electric fan cost?"
"The cheapest ones in the mall cost more than 100, and the good ones cost 400 or 500."
What the hell? Are electric fans so expensive now? Electric fans don't have much technical content, right? There are only 8,000 or less factories in the country that can make them. Hasn't the price come down
"No, I just bought one for my family a few days ago. It's so big, and it has a moving head. It's all metal. When you spin it, it's really windy."
etc? All metal? So an electric fan weighs at least ten kilograms just made of steel. Steel is not cheap these days. No wonder electric fans are so expensive, given the material cost.
But are all these manufacturers stupid? Why use steel? Isn’t there plastic now? It’s light and cheap. Didn’t the cost come down all of a sudden
"Da Li, does our Bingcheng have a factory that produces electric fans?"
Everyone looked over, making Feng Yu confused.
"Our factory only produces electric fans. They are very durable. The one I have has been in use for six years. There is no problem at all except that it makes a little noise."
I was so dizzy that I forgot that they were all the children of workers in an electrical machine factory. An electric fan lasts six years, no wonder they can't make any money!
"Which of you knows the factory leader?"
Everyone looked at Wu Zhigang again. No way, Wu Zhigang is the son of the factory leader
"My uncle is the director of the second workshop, so he can be considered a leader. But now the second workshop is working one day and two days off. No matter how much we produce, we can't sell it."
"Let's go visit your uncle and I'll deliver a big order to them!"
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"Xiao Gang, is this your friend?" Wu Zhigang's aunt sighed, this brat just arrived at dinner time. Just come and eat by yourself, and bring your friends with you. Nowadays, the factory's efficiency is not good, and your uncle has only paid 50% of the salary for several months. He thought it was when you were a child.
"Hello, aunt, we are here to see Director Zhao." Feng Yu gave him a smile that he thought was the most handsome.
"Xiao Gang is here, haven't you eaten yet? Let's eat together. It will be ready soon." Director Zhao was sitting on the sofa watching TV. When he saw his nephew bringing his friends, he thought it was another fight and hid in Coming to his house.
But that's wrong. Why are you still carrying cigarettes and alcohol in your hands? Where did this guy get the money? Did he steal things from the factory and sell them
"Hello, Director Zhao. I am Feng Yu, the deputy general manager of Taihua International Trading Company. I came here unexpectedly today to discuss some business with Director Zhao."
Director Zhao looked at Feng Yu blankly, what did this guy say? What international trading company is he the deputy general manager of? How old is he!
"Sit down, what do you want to buy? Let's agree first, the things in the factory will not be sold to you cheaply!"
Feng Yu smiled nonchalantly, "I want to buy a batch of electric fans."
"Electric fan? How many do you want?" Although the electric fan factory has no inventory, their workshop can easily produce hundreds of units a day. If the order is large, they can have other workshops produce them together, or they can work overtime to produce them.
"For the first batch, I want 10,000 units."
"How much? Ten thousand units? No problem, I promise to deliver it to you within ten days!" Director Zhao was overjoyed. After selling these ten thousand electric fans, the factory's salary for this month will be settled.
"Director Zhao, don't worry. What I want is not the electric fan you have now. What I want is smaller and lighter."
The electric fans produced by motor factories now are all vertical fans. Each one is more than one meter high and heavy. Feng Yu wanted a small table fan like that, and except for the necessary parts, it was all replaced with plastic, especially the fan blades, which were lightweight and cost-effective.
"Smaller, lighter? What do you mean?"
"Except for the parts that must be made of steel, the rest are made of plastic, such as fan blades. And it only needs to be thirty or forty centimeters high, and the motor can also be smaller." Feng Yu described it while gesturing with his hands. .
"If you do this, will anyone buy it? It won't blow your face even if you don't say it, and you won't be able to use it."
Feng Yu smiled: "Don't worry about this, Director Zhao. Just tell me if you can do it. How much does one cost? I'll order 10,000 units first."
Director Zhao hesitated for a long time. He could do it, but could he make money? Aren’t they producing inferior products? It would ruin their brand as an old state-owned factory!
"I want to report to the leader."
"Director Zhao, are you running out of money in the workshop now? I heard that the sales of civilian products produced by our factory have been declining on the market. Look at this table, there is not even meat. You don't have to worry about whether I can get it. When it comes to money, ask Gangzi how much he can get every month after working with my brother-in-law for more than three months."
Wu Zhigang said very cooperatively: "Uncle, I have one hundred yuan a month and a bonus at the end of the month. Now I still have to take care of food and housing!"
Director Zhao also responded with a surprised look: "You can earn one hundred yuan a month?" The average salary of workers in their factory is less than one hundred yuan!
This trading company seems to be really rich. We need to report this to the leader immediately. The workers are still waiting for their wages to be paid.
"I'm going to Factory Manager Li's house right now. You guys eat first, you don't have to wait for me!"
PS1: I remember my classmates said that when they were young, they often stole things from the factory and sold them to make money to buy popsicles! ! ! PS2: Can there be more recommendation votes? Lao Si wants to stay on the classified new book list for a while. PS3: There will be three updates tomorrow, the first update will be at 0 o'clock, and the other two update times will remain the same.
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