At full capacity, the Beta factory can produce 10 tons of paper products per day, and each $100 note happens to weigh 1 gram. One million "green banknotes" weigh exactly 10 kilograms. A rough calculation shows that this factory can produce 1 billion U.S. dollars in banknotes every day - the U.S. dollars of this period are called "Federal Reserve Volumes." In fact, the U.S. government has almost never issued anything similar to so-and-so Coins or something like a certain banknote.
However, with only Lorraine working and Huang Xuan as a labor force, Beta Factory cannot produce even 1 ton of paper products per day. Due to the special nature of green banknotes, its output will also be reduced accordingly, but no matter what, , there is no problem for the factory to produce more than 10 million US dollars per hour. As for the cost, the government's mass production cost is about 4 cents. Lorraine's modified banknote printing machine is much more expensive, about 0 cents or even more. But none of this made any difference.
Sitting behind a modified heavy printing press, Huang Xuan looked at the information on the energy screen in front of him and said: "Lorraine, help me contact Li Qing. Well, let's contact Li Shenggang first."
"It's one o'clock in the morning on P11."
"Just do it now, time is precious."
Li Shenggang probably hadn't slept yet, and there was even some noise on the phone. Huang Xuan didn't like to care about these things. This was very similar to his mother's character, distinguishing between public and private matters, and prioritizing the completion of work.
"Sorry to bother you." Huang Xuan was very energetic and said, "Is it convenient to talk now?"
"Convenient and convenient." Li Shenggang is now the person in charge of four factories. Although each factory is losing money, he still feels very satisfied.
"Well, how is the situation in the factory?" Huang Xuanming asked knowingly. He knew the situation in the factory better than anyone else. Now the FOB price of aluminum ingots is rising every day, but the factory loses tens of thousands of yuan in one day of operation. If it were not for the support of his assets, it would have been bankrupt and liquidated long ago.
Li Shenggang naturally wanted to pour out his grievances, talking about the problems of retired workers, the problems of factory directors, the problems of supply and marketing... Huang Xuan listened patiently for more than ten minutes, and then said: "Then I understand, I have worked hard for you during this time. , but the factory still can’t shut down, run at full capacity, and find ways to apply for more power quotas.”
"This..." Li Shenggang glanced hesitantly at his friend who was still having fun in the room, then he patted his chest and said, "Don't worry, boss."
"I just like your peace of mind." Huang Xuan encouraged him in his own unique way and said, "Is the cash flow still normal now? Is there any problem?"
Since Huang Xuan asked, Li Shenggang said: "Boss, the electricity consumption in the factory has been almost at the peak recently. After checking the equipment, there is no problem. I also asked the old workers specifically and said that one ton of aluminum used to cost a little more than 10,000 degrees. Electricity is enough, but now it has to be 50,000 kilowatt-hours. Isn’t it because the equipment is getting too old? If this continues, we will suffer more and more losses.”
That's a necessary loss, Huang Xuan thought to himself. Since he returned to China, all the oil and other materials in Brazil were used up, so he had to renovate these electrolytic aluminum plants so that they could be used more safely. Huang Xuan said lightly: "You don't need to think about these issues. Just follow what I said." , all the aluminum ingots were shipped to Brazil, and Hexin Industrial was asked to take over.”
"I understand, I understand." Although Li Shenggang still didn't quite understand, he nodded repeatedly.
"That's good, keep going." Huang Xuan said and hung up the phone.
With the source of energy, Lorraine was full of energy and quickly answered Li Qing's call. The guy was drowsily asleep. Huang Xuan called out twice and said directly: "Brother Qing, thank you for me early tomorrow morning." A few experts, by the way, asked them to do such a thing again, they should go through all the models manufactured by General Motors in the 1900s as requested last time. Whichever is more convenient, it is not necessary to use all of them, but the more the better. "
This request suddenly woke up Li Qing. He saw the experts checking the information and modifying the drawings. Before he could say anything else, Huang Xuan thought of something again and said, "By the way, ask them if they have any questions." Who knows the blueprints of airplanes? It’s a classic model from the 1900s. If you don’t know how to do it, just ask someone for help. Remember.”
This time, Li Qing finally woke up. Even if he had never read anything about aircraft manufacturing, he still knew that the troublesomeness of this thing was different from that of a car. But before he could say anything, Huang Xuan made a "pop" sound. The phone was hung up.
Li Qing looked at the phone and then at the clock above his head. His brows were as dark as a pair of swimming trunks that had not been dried.
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Leslie came to the factory very early, and his hair, which had been carefully rubbed with lard, regained its luster. Like his belly, it showed the owner's happy attitude. Along with him came two trucks of various chemicals.
Hans called Huang Xuan out of the workshop. The latter kept rubbing his sore temples. He had done a full day of trial operation last night. Although there was no problem, the noise was unavoidable. The modified printing press has no changes in appearance. Lorraine transformed its main control part into electronic products. It is doubtful that many people in this era can understand those complicated circuit diagrams.
Leslie looked happy. After seeing Huang Xuan, he took out two telegrams and said in a cheerful voice: "You actually know Mr. Ford and Mr. Sloan. I received two telegrams from General Motors and Ford, both of which asked to be forwarded to Yours." The Ford he was talking about was, of course, Edsel Ford.
Huang Xuan took it with a smile. The address here was informed by the Combat Veterans Company. While talking polite words such as breakfast, he opened the telegram bag. The contents of the two telegrams were almost the same. Ford invited him to meet at the Hilton Hotel, while GM set a place to meet you at the Peters Hotel and said, "Bring me with you." Here comes something you are interested in."
It seemed that the Citroen TA was far more charming than the V8. Huang Xuan thanked Leslie again and sent it out of the factory in person. This old Californian man was a talkative guy, especially when the other party could make him money, his throat Just like the piston of an F1 engine, it keeps rising and falling.
After seeing Leslie off, Huang Xuan stood near the factory door, his head lowered, constantly thinking about the information he had seen in the past few days, and considering it carefully.
In his plan, selling a second blueprint, or more blueprints, was not itself about making money. With this factory, he can continuously produce counterfeit coins that are more like real coins. However, if he wants to avoid getting into trouble, especially when purchasing large-scale transactions, he still needs some reasonable sources of assets. of.
Of course, the source of the drawing itself is also a problem, but Ford is in front of it. Unless the Fords and his son are willing to risk the reputation of taking over stolen goods or something more unpleasant, they will definitely excuse themselves - Huang Xuan is very familiar with this business process. Just like the Hwang Fund often does.
Huang Xuan only needs a quiet week and hopes that no rights organization will cause trouble during this week. He believes that it is reasonable to pay more for this or get something less.
"Hans." After going through the process in his mind, Huang Xuan raised his head and shouted. The lieutenant responded quickly and stood up straight with his legs, which made Huang Xuan a little funny and relaxed his nervousness.
"Find a car, let's go to the Hilton, and find someone to send a telegram to GM and ask them to meet me at the Hilton."
"Okay." Hans found a taxi for Huang Xuan. It was an old T-model car, but the interior was very clean and the driver was neatly dressed and polite. Since about 1907, there have been taxis in New York that use cars as tools and charge according to mileage. This kind of classic car that can only run 0 kilometers per hour is an eye-opener for Huang Xuan. In the new century, if he wants to ride in such a tasteful classic car, the price will be higher than that of first class.
Hilton Hotel.
Huang Xuan did not go to Ford's suite, but registered a business room by himself, and asked Hans to invite members of Ford and GM.
Ford came to New York with what can be called a negotiating team. The representative was sales director Stephen, and the deputy representative was development director Kent. In addition, there were more than 50 various supporting staff.
Relatively speaking, GM has a much smaller number of people, but its level is not low at all. President Sloan personally flew to New York. Although he does not own GM equity like the Fords, Alf will be the president for five years. Red P. Sloan remains GM's most influential figure.
But it’s no wonder that both parties attached great importance to this transaction. The Ford V8 was only a model that was released a year and a half later, and the Citroen TA was a model that was released four years later—not to mention that at the time, this was a very modern and excellent industrial design.
Huang Xuan raised his head high, but his eyes were not arrogant. He was just telling the gentlemen present in his own way that you can ask me.
Stephen quickly adapted to Huang Xuan's young impulse. He came up with the old Ford's plan: 450,000 US dollars to purchase complete drawings and sent a dedicated person to guide production until the first batch of TA left the factory.
"So how much can you pay now?" Huang Xuan is more concerned about the immediate interests, because he simply cannot wait until Ford produces even one of the parts.
"100,000 U.S. dollars, sir." Stephen said facing Edsel: "We will pay 100,000 U.S. dollars every month from now on. If the production is not successful after one month, the remaining 150,000 U.S. dollars will be postponed. Pay.”
"Then forget it." Huang Xuan waved his hand and said: "It's still my plan, 00,000 US dollars, pay with one hand and deliver the goods with the other."
Stephen still wanted to fight for it, but Sloan leaned forward and said, "Just 00,000 US dollars." He stretched out his hand.
In just a few minutes, he caught Huang Xuan's mentality, which surprised him a little, but it was also in line with Huang Xuan's plan. He blinked gently, held his hands with Sloan, and said: "make a deal."
Stephen looked at the two people in surprise, as if he couldn't believe that all his hard work over the past two days had been wasted. Before he could express anything, Huang Xuan smiled apologetically and said, "Is Ford also interested in other models?"
"Of course." Seemingly prone to twists and turns, Stephen immediately seized the opportunity.
"It will take another hour." Huang Xuan looked at his watch and said, "The drawings are still on the way and will be delivered later. Before that, we can talk about other transactions."
Stephen just breathed a sigh of relief when he heard Sloan say: "Mr. Huang, should we deal in cash or through the bank?"
"Go to the bank." Huang Xuan smiled. There is no easier way to deal with the bank than making deposits. Likewise, there is no institution that can deal with American companies more easily than banks.
He looked at the Ford development director who seemed dissatisfied and said with a smile: "Mr. Kent, are you satisfied with the last drawing?"
"That doesn't give a good indication of the feasibility of your design..." Kent's statement was more euphemistic than last time. Huang Xuan couldn't help but smile when he accidentally caught Stephen kicking Kent.
The atmosphere was a little cold. It seemed that the top managers of the two competitors rarely had the opportunity to sit together like this. However, Sloan calmly said: "Which bank do you want to deposit this money in?"
"Chase National Bank." Huang Xuan had already thought about this step.
To the Chinese, this American bank, which has just become one of the top four, is little-known, but its owner, John D. Rockefeller Jr., will make many people feel familiar, and his father, John D. Rockefeller, the founder of Standard Oil, will make everyone feel enlightened.
The so-called Chase National Bank is the predecessor of Chase Manhattan Bank and the financial backbone of the Rockefeller Group. Rockefeller Jr. founded the Equitable Trust Company a few years ago, used it as a basis to acquire Chase, and eventually took control of the board of directors. As one of the transactions with excellent returns for Rockefeller Jr., it was through this bank that he purchased part of General Motors' shares.
This was one of the banks that Sloan was most familiar with. He mistakenly thought that Huang Xuan had already investigated both companies, and couldn't help laughing.
Compared with the wily Mr. Sloan, Huang Xuan has many shortcomings in the distribution of negotiation efforts, but this is already a great improvement. Just think about it, being able to communicate with perhaps the best manager in the world will not lag behind. The wind is enough to make 16-year-old Huang Xuan proud.
The people at Ford were in a slightly low mood. Huang Xuan talked to Stephen intentionally or unintentionally, and Sloan added a few words from time to time. The three parties acted as if they had just met friends, but in fact, if Kent's "rein" was let go, The development director must have left the room angrily.
The useless chat lasted for an hour. Hans's people finally sent the drawings to the room. While arranging his men to check them, Sloan asked Huang Xuanda with a smile: "Shall we go to the bank now?"
"There's no rush." Huang Xuan smiled enigmatically and said, "Do you know Hammer? Armand Hammer."
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