"Don't worry about the tapes. We're making close to 10,000 a month. That's more than enough. I'm not worried about not being able to sell them all," Zhang Haitao said with a smile.

Hearing this, Xing Baohua shook his head slightly. He knew that the production of the flip tape was about 280-300 tapes per day, and at best, it was about 9,000 per month.

However, given the huge domestic sales volume, this production volume is not enough to satisfy even a small demand for a good song cassette tape.

If you don't prepare goods in advance or increase production, you can only watch the bustling scene with envy.

Time is money. By the time you've prepared all the goods, other players looking to turn the tables will be vying for this huge piece of the pie.

What can you do then? You can only watch helplessly as wealth flows past you.

“Brother Bo, Brother Tao, let’s increase the number of machines for turning the conveyor belt by three to five times and add more manpower. Now that we’re a legitimate factory, we don’t need to hide anything anymore. We can roll up our sleeves and get to work openly and honestly,” Xing Baohua said.

"Hua Zi, let's not go for the increased volume. This is enough for us to sell. The sales of our existing inventory are also very stable. If you add more machines and manpower, it will increase costs." Li Haibo's words were not without reason.

He could only look at the market with a superficial perspective, and had never seen truly booming sales.

Xing Baohua had never met him, but he had heard of him. He was confident that he could sell the album because those songs were selected by the times.

"Brother Bo, I'm afraid two more machines won't be enough. We'll just be left staring blankly at each other then," Xing Baohua could only try to persuade him. If that didn't work, he would find a solution himself.

Liu Haibo shook his head slightly and said, "Brother, I've been in this tape business for two or three years now, so I have more experience than you. Taozi is right. We produce nearly 10,000 tapes a month, and we can still keep about 10%. The stockpiled inventory can only be sold off at a low price."

Seeing that Xing Baohua didn't speak, Li Haibo continued, "Look, the tapes we sell are all best-sellers in the market. The tapes you're making haven't been tested in the market yet, so nobody knows if they'll be popular. If we suddenly install so many machines and sales aren't good, we'll end up with a lot of unsold tapes. We can't just work hard for a while, spend the money, and then sell them at a low price."

Xing Baohua nodded. Liu Haibo was right. Nobody knew whether he would become popular or not; only he himself knew.

But nobody believes me when I say it!

Then we have to find a solution ourselves. There's still time, so we can only find other factories to do the manufacturing.

The downside is that other factories will follow suit, it's unavoidable. After all, refurbished belts were rampant during that period.

Take TCL for example. In its early days, it also started by making cassette tapes and telephones. Its first pot of gold came from flipping tapes, just like Liu Haibo.

They just found someone from Hong Kong as a safeguard, which allowed them to get off to a stable start. Moreover, their proximity to Hong Kong gave them access to much better resources and a significant time advantage than their own side.

Moreover, after a few years in the business, they cleaned up their act and went ashore to specialize in electronics. Xing Baohua started later than them, but he has a legitimate audio-visual publishing house.

Xing Baohua has a good eye for those classic songs; making a few people famous wouldn't be a problem. Once he's made money upfront, he can hire professionals to do the work later.

During this period, the only way to make money was by promoting tapes; the real money-making opportunities were yet to come.

After speaking with Liu Haibo, I learned that he would soon be shifting his focus from copying tapes to transferring films from film to magneto, which is a huge money-making opportunity. The profits from this are much higher than those from copying tapes.

The three chatted casually for a while, and Xing Baohua said that he had found a talent, the only condition being that he would help him change his agricultural household registration to urban household registration.

Liu Haibo said it was easy; he would just give them a heads-up when the time came.

Guo Kai's household registration issue is easy to resolve, so let's see how he performs within the next six months.

After leaving Liu Haibo's place, Xing Baohua went straight back to the electronics factory. He first called Li Wengang to ask if the performing arts troupe had a place that specialized in producing cassette tapes.

The other party said no, they could only produce magnetic tapes through outsourcing, and only in very small quantities.

After Xing Baohua found out the phone number of the factory that had commissioned the project, he called Zhao Dechuan of the orchestra.

They're probably rehearsing; no one answers the phone in the office, so I'll have to call back later.

The cassette tape manufacturer that Li Wengang mentioned is in the provincial capital; I'll try to visit them when I get there.

If the other party has a large production capacity, we might be able to cooperate once, but that's all.

Seeing the booming sales of his genuine cassette tapes, Liu Haibo will definitely increase production. Then he'll have a better grasp of production volume next time, and he won't have to worry about having any experience anymore.

Only Xing Baohua knows about this. And it's something he can't share.

A moment later, Liu Quan came over and said to Xing Baohua, "Hua Zi, I've soldered the circuit board for the learning machine. Can you take a look?"