A night market was set up on the street where the "Harmony Appliance Supermarket" is located. About 300 meters of the road has been renovated and transformed, and shops are built on the first floor facing the street.
At the beginning of the night, Bailai's small store lit up, propped up the canopy, moved out the tables, chairs and cabinets, and simply sat down for a small business. Selling clothing, books, braised vegetables, second-hand goods, and daily necessities.
This was not done by the "Holy Light", but the local neighborhood committee came to the door hoping that the "Home Appliance Supermarket" could be open at night, attracting passenger flow, and allowing some unemployed youths on the street to have a job.
He Yulan readily agreed. She also lent one million yuan to the neighborhood committee and the street office, sent someone to help each other decorate the store, and gave some advice on the operation.
The magic city also helped by allowing the bus company to open buses that last until 12 o'clock at night to facilitate the flow of people.
This initiative was a great success. Many customers have to go to work during the day and cannot make purchases. It is really convenient for many people to continue operating at night.
There are more customers coming, even if you don’t buy electricity, you can see the lively night market outside the supermarket, and you will have to go around, walk around, and sit down when you’re tired. There will be consumption naturally.
The unemployed young people in the neighborhood not only have jobs, but also a lot of idle workers can also arrange jobs. Hundreds of small shops seem inconspicuous, but they don’t make money, just look at the smile on the owner’s face.
"Mr. Zhou, you are really the birthplace of ten thousand families now." Xiao Jinlang walked in the night market, sighing again and again, "This street alone can support many families."
Zhou Qingfeng, who was next to him, was trying on sunglasses at a clothes and hat stall, and he was bargaining with the stall owner. A pair of fifteen yuan, he was too expensive, saying that he had bought several thousand pairs, knowing the wholesale price, only willing to pay seven yuan.
The coat stall owner was half to death with anger, and waved his hand repeatedly and shouted: "Young man, you bargain too hard. For the sake of the first business tonight, take it and take it, don’t let me see it again. you."
Zhou Qingfeng happily paid, bought big sunglasses and put it on.
Ma Qianshan also accompanied him, happily saying: "Zhou, you bargain really well."
"Where is it awesome? The wholesale price of these sunglasses is at most three yuan. The boss is the first business with whom." Zhou Qingfeng also asked the stall owner for a label to be attached to the corner of the sunglasses, which was very tacky. But he himself was very happy.
The supermarket closes at ten o'clock, and hundreds of employees inevitably sit down at the night market after get off work, buy some drinks and food, and discuss the performance of the day. Coupled with the flow of passengers coming and going, the market is full of breath.
There is a video game stall in the night market. Zhou Qingfeng ran over to play, bought three bottles of soda at a food stall, grabbed a hand of skewers, and shared it with the other two, walking slowly and eating slowly.
The streets have sanitation and joint defense, responsible for sanitation and public security. Seeing Zhou Qingfeng's leftover bamboo sticks, they reminded not to throw them around and keep the ground clean.
The night market is crowded, and although noisy, it is extremely comfortable. Smelling the aroma of various snacks, Zhou Qingfeng stopped for a while in front of each stall, and by the way, he judged whether it was delicious or not.
"Zhou, what do you plan to do next?" Ma Qianshan asked, pointing out.
"Which way are you asking?"
"VCD."
"Continue to pile up production capacity. Kunming will have two more production lines by the end of April, with a daily production capacity of 5,000 units. Now dealers across the country are holding cash and blocking the factory gates for goods. As much as there are, they want as much.
Yunnan Province should have read the supply chain article I wrote, and prepared to raise another 3 billion yuan of funds to fill up the vacant part of the industrial chain and keep profits in the province as much as possible.
Now several banks have expressed their willingness to give loans, with very favorable interest rates. Even Mitsui wanted to get in and send someone to investigate the direction of the VCD market.
So, don’t think that I’m bragging with the annual sales of one million units. This is something that can be done. VCD products will flourish in five years until they are replaced by more advanced products. "
Zhou Qingfeng is very confident about this. As far as the stall he is currently spreading out, the sales capacity is absolutely sufficient.
Historically, China has surpassed the video recorder and directly entered the era of digital imaging. The annual sales volume of VCD can reach more than six million units. This market has attracted countless manufacturers and capital influx, which is crazy.
But not much money is made.
The three of them continued to walk. There was a video room in the night market with a VCD of "Holy Light" and a large color TV. The doorway was blocked by a curtain, but the sound of the sound could be heard clearly.
Probably it was playing a Hong Kong martial arts film, hum haha endlessly.
A blackboard was placed outside the curtain, and the disc to be played tonight was written. The plank was leaning against a table, and a fat woman collecting money sat behind. Zhou Qingfeng walked over and asked. Three yuan a person, five yuan overnight, not cheap.
"Young man, come in and have a look. There will be a wonderful show after twelve o'clock."
Zhou Qingfeng and the three of them all understood, and walked away with a grin.
Ma Qianshan continued to ask: "Zhou, the magic city also wants to have a few VCD production lines. As long as the'Shengguang' agrees, the city will absolutely give the best conditions."
Now the core components of VCD are all controlled by Zhou Qingfeng. If he doesn't nod his head, other people can only use imported goods. Furthermore, not everyone can have a nationwide supply chain, and not everyone can produce products in three months.
If another family wants to enter the venue, the'Holy Light' is the hurdle that cannot be passed. It's just that the product profit is so high, there will definitely be people who refuse to listen and want to invest, and they will definitely be blown up by then.
But Magic has the best electronic industry in the country, so I am definitely not willing to let go of the fat of VCD, and I always want to try it. But Zhou Qingfeng shook his head and said, "Is it bad to make a package?"
Ma Qianshan smiled bitterly, unable to answer.
Zhou Qingfeng continued: "Last year's trade with CIS countries, including bartering and currency swaps, totaled more than 300 billion soft sister coins. A small half of the orders were eaten by the magic capital and the imperial capital.
The newspapers all say that Jiangxi relies on the investment of "Holy Light", and the GDP growth rate last year was beyond imagination. Modu made a fortune in a muffled voice, earning more, what's the growth rate
The magic city is still thinking about making a breakthrough in the semiconductor industry. I have already given enough benefits. There must be a way to make money in other provinces. "
Ma Qianshan also sent a message, but when Zhou Qingfeng refused, he could only tell Rao not to say it again. But he knew that there must be people who did not believe in evil, and would still hate the'Holy Light' for eating alone. As for the result, he was too lazy to care.
Xiao Jinlang on the other side was not surprised at this. He is often asked by various parties to come to Zhou Qingfeng for questioning. The president has always been frank, and promises if he can, and he won't be frustrated if he can't, and he's never afraid of offending people.
After shopping along the street at the night market, the neighborhood next door was dark. Zhou Qingfeng and the three of them just came out to get in touch with the market and relax. At this moment, they are satisfied and ready to go back.
It's just that a black figure suddenly emerged from the darkness and walked quickly in front of the three of them, still holding some murder weapon in his hand.
Old Xiao walked ahead and was taken aback. He thought he had been robbed. But the black shadow was approaching, illuminated by the light from the side of the street, before it was revealed that the'murder weapon' in his hand was a stack of unfolded compact discs.
"Boss, do you want an order?" Sombra asked Lao Xiao first, looked around, and added, "Movies and TV shows, everything you want."
Xiao Jinlang couldn't laugh or cry, and shook his head, "Thank you, no need."
The shadow did not leave, but took another step forward, staring at Ma Qianshan, and at the same time, he looked it up and asked, "Boss, software games, do you want it?"
Ma Qianshan smiled, shook his head and said, "Thank you, no need."
The shadow still didn't leave, and stared at Zhou Qingfeng again. Without looking at it this time, the other party directly asked: "Young man, do you want porn? They are available in Europe, America, Japan and South Korea."
your sister!
Do I look like this kind of person
Uncle Zhou was furious.
Hahahahaha... The other two almost laughed.