Logically speaking, Qin Huairu shouldn't need to come personally for this kind of thing.
She now has quite a few capable people under her command, but since they were brought over by Qin Jingru, Qin Huairu still has to personally entertain them.
The three of them were a little reserved when they spoke.
There's no way around it, Qin Family Village has become just too outrageous.
To put it simply, this is a modern, professional breeding farm; in some respects, it is a breeding farm ahead of its time.
This farm is so popular that even professional agricultural colleges would send their students over to broaden their horizons; knowledge gained from books is never enough.
Such a modern farm naturally impressed the couple and Yunmeng.
Yunmeng had always known that Wang Shouren was remarkable, but she never expected that even the unassuming Qin Huairu was so powerful. This made her even more determined.
Qin Huairu poured a cup of tea for everyone. A few days ago, she went to Shenzhen and learned about Southern Kung Fu tea, though she didn't learn much else. Now, even at home, she keeps a tea tray, which Qin Jingru finds a bit hard to accept. Qin Jingru always felt that drinking tea meant drinking from a large vat and making two "pui pui" sounds to make it authentic.
I don't know where she, such a beautiful young woman, learned so many old-fashioned tricks.
Qin Huairu is the same; she's incredibly skilled at brewing Gongfu tea.
They talked about things while rushing, without wasting any time.
"We're all family here, so I won't beat around the bush," Qin Huairu said as she brewed tea, following the three of them.
Over the years, she has developed a certain air about her, a composure that comes with experience and maturity that is not something most people possess.
Even the fat man was a little nervous.
"I heard from Jingru that you're planning to open a fried chicken franchise. Is that true?"
“Yes, Sister Huai Ru, we think this project has great potential,” Yu Rouya quickly replied.
"Yes, it's quite profitable." Qin Huairu smiled and handed several cups of tea to the group: "Have some tea."
"Oh, okay..."
Qin Jingru: ...
Xu Weiwei: ...
Good heavens, this damn rhythm.
As we all know, rhythm is a very important thing in business negotiations. It is important to control the rhythm as much as possible, and Qin Huairu is really talented in this regard.
"Currently, the fried chicken shop does not plan to recruit franchisees in Beijing."
"Sister...this..." Qin Jingru was anxious, because this was related to Yunmeng.
"Let me finish." Qin Huairu glanced at her, and Qin Jingru obediently shut up.
"The reason we don't want franchisees is that fried chicken shops can make money no matter where they are in Beijing, as long as there are people there."
Qin Huairu wasn't lying when she said that.
To put it simply, after the reform and opening up, opportunities were everywhere. As long as you were willing to open a shop and had something to offer, you could make some money, especially in the food industry. Who doesn't love fried chicken, a high-calorie food? Moreover, even if there was competition, there was no real competition. Others sold free-range chickens, while Qin Huairu's shop only sold white-feathered chickens. The cost of raising these two types of chickens was simply incomparable.
Putting aside brand influence, the price alone is enough to crush the competition.
"Today, you've all visited the farms. So far, I've looked into all the farms in the country, big and small, private and individual. Only my farm is raising broiler chickens. Our broiler chickens have an incubation period of 21 days and a growth period of 42 days, so they can be slaughtered in 63 days. Broiler chickens outside, on the other hand, need to be raised for at least one or two years."
"In addition to our large-scale machinery operations, the cost difference between the two sides is not small. That's why I said that in Beijing, wherever we want to open a business, we can make money. Such a lucrative job is something no one would send out. I hope you can understand that," Qin Huairu said to the three of them.
The three of them nodded involuntarily.
The fat man had a good grasp of numbers; in fact, he had already calculated it during his visit to the broiler chicken farm. These chickens could grow to 4-5 pounds, and according to the manager, if they wanted to be fattened up further, they could be slaughtered a couple of weeks later. Compared to ordinary chickens, their advantages were enormous. Qin Huairu wasn't lying.
“Jingru has told me about your situation. If you just want to make money by running a small stall, then I recommend Malatang (a type of spicy hot pot). We only sell the seasonings; as for the ingredients, you can choose them locally. You can make money, but it's hard work. You need to get up early every day to skewer the ingredients. The cost is low, and there's almost no franchise fee. You can buy a food cart and start selling on the street.”
"The profit margin is around 60%. If it takes off later, we can afford to own a store and make a living."
“What if we want to open a fried chicken shop?” Yunmeng asked.
"That would be another franchise option. Currently, we can only guarantee the safety of our fried chicken shops within Beijing. If you can protect your shops outside of Beijing, then granting you the franchise rights is no problem."
This has always been the source of the problem.
Local bullies are an insurmountable obstacle, and even in later generations, this type of entity still exists.
If things go wrong, the shop you've worked so hard to build could be stolen.
In Beijing, calling out "Qin Family Village" or "Dayun Motorcycle Factory" is effective.
But outside of Beijing, who knows them? And even if they do, they might not give them face.
At that point, they could use some underhanded tactics, but these days there's no such thing as surveillance. They'd really have to suffer in silence. Therefore, only locals could try opening this shop. That's why Qin Huairu was willing to share the profits.
The basis for cooperation is that the other party can provide certain conveniences.
If all they can offer is money, then frankly, Qin Huairu doesn't really care. Money is just a number to her.
She had already made herself very clear, and slowly began to brew the tea.
Yunmeng spoke first: "Old Wang, could we speak in private for a moment?"
Yunmeng knew Wang Kaifang; they were classmates.
Wang Kaifang and his wife exchanged a glance and nodded.
Qin Huairu thoughtfully pointed to a small door in her office and said, "There's a small meeting room over there. If you want to discuss things, you can go there."
This kind of thing happened frequently in Qin Huairu's village in the early days. Couples, or the whole family, would come together. At first, they were villagers, but later, they became outsiders. So, she simply set aside another room so they could discuss things slowly and avoid regrets later.
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