Three years.
Based on the wages at the motorcycle factory, buying a house shouldn't be too much of a problem.
Management is similar to a game; you need to give people the motivation to keep going.
For example, if you reach level 10, you need level 10 equipment.
Now that these people have some money, they're ready to make a quick buck.
Actually, this can't really be considered a price cut. Once the residential area is built, and given that this is in the heart of Beijing, the overall property prices will rise, which will give the employees a sense of security.
"Won't we lose money?"
"No, how could I lose money? I might even make a lot of money," Wang Shouren said cheerfully.
Housing prices in Beijing are not expensive now.
To put it simply, in this day and age, commercial housing doesn't exist yet. What Wang Shouren wants to do is build a commercial housing complex around his area, maximizing land utilization. The price should increase over time. Of course, he's not like some unscrupulous guy in Hong Kong who acquires land, leaves it undeveloped, and waits until he makes a profit before reselling it.
The land granted to him by Dongfang Fuxing was quite large; he built an industrial park there, and even reserved space for building laboratories. Even so, the adjacent land remained vacant.
The idea behind the Eastern Revival is as obvious as Sima Zhao's – everyone knows it.
Anyone with a normal mind knows that Wang Shouren has more than enough land to use, so why did they grant it to him? They just wanted him to develop it as well.
Wang Shouren didn't refuse; he was ready to do it.
"So what are you planning to do?" Qin Jingru asked.
“Here, look, draw a circle, from here to here.” Wang Shouren gestured on the map as he spoke, “This is a large area. Divide it into several phases, and let’s tentatively set the building height at 11 stories.”
"11 floors? That's so high!"
"Ah, they have this many tall buildings in the US too. It's fine for us to be a little taller here, don't worry. I'll have Lao Li design it properly for us."
Old Li, one of Mr. Liang's outstanding graduates, even studied abroad (fictional character). He was also recruited by Qin Huairu to be a consultant, and participated in too many projects to count.
"I heard he recently finished a project and wants to take a break. Let's go visit him."
"Wouldn't that be a bad idea?" Qin Jingru hesitated.
"Don't worry, I know that guy. How could he not take advantage of such a good opportunity?"
The two whispered among themselves, discussing how much money they could make from this residential complex, and Qin Jingru's eyes grew brighter and brighter.
"Knock knock knock!"
Just then, there was a knock on the door.
"Please come in!"
Kui Datou pushed the door open and came in.
It had been quite a while since we'd last met. As usual, we exchanged pleasantries first, and then got straight to business: "Chengong is getting a little impatient. He asked when you'll be back."
Shen Yuanliang was the chief engineer Wang Shouren left behind to help at the motorcycle factory.
If the factory didn't have a chief engineer, it might not be able to survive.
"What's the situation over there now?" Wang Shouren didn't really care about the fate of the factory next door. That factory was no longer his, and most of the things were left behind by him. In his opinion, it could probably hold on for a year or two, and after a few more years, when the economy improved, the factory wouldn't have any major problems.
"I can't hold on much longer."
"Huh?" Wang Shouren was dumbfounded: "How could it not hold up? It's not that I don't have the technology to recycle engines. Logically speaking, he should still be able to sell them, right?"
These days, motorcycle production is really just so-so. If there's enough stock, it can still be sold.
Supply cannot meet demand; this is a seller's market.
"Speaking of which, they brought this on themselves. Didn't they collaborate with Xiao Rizi?"
"Oh, so you've put up a 'Little Daily Life' sign? That shouldn't mean it won't sell, right?"
So, these days, products made in Xiao Ri Zi are considered high-quality. Many imported goods come from Xiao Ri Zi. These days, Xiao Ri Zi products still have a certain reputation for quality.
"That's not it. They're planning to open their own directly operated stores. Opening a directly operated store requires capital. The motorcycle factory can't afford it and isn't willing to give them shares. So Xiao Ri Zi is saying that the motorcycle factory will provide the necessary documentation so they can buy the shops, and the shops will belong to them."
"He would agree?" Wang Shouren was completely stunned. This behavior could be considered collusion between insiders and outsiders, to put it bluntly.
“He agreed,” Kui Datou said helplessly. “He even gave them approval. They acted quickly, buying up a lot of shops in places like Shenzhen in the south and the Northeast in the north. They didn’t play any tricks; they just used the money to sell motorcycle factory products. You know what happened later.”
"About the patent issue, right? Those shops, Xiao Rizi took them back."
"They not only took it back, but they also made a fuss with higher authorities, saying that our people had deceived them."
"Oh? What did the higher-ups say?" Wang Shouren raised an eyebrow. He had set up this scheme to see which company was willing to jump ship. Even if he was unlucky, he wasn't specifically targeting anyone.
"They're just passing the buck, using diplomatic language, you know how it is. Frankly, this matter won't escalate to that level. But I heard their business in the US is actually doing better?"
"Otherwise, do you think they'll just let it go?" Wang Shouren sneered.
No matter the year, exposure attracts an audience. Do you think that just because Wang Shouren and his ilk stood on the side of justice, all those white people pitied them? No, they were just watching the spectacle, and might even maliciously exploit the situation to disgust them.
Why, you ask?
There's no reason why, I just don't like it.
Kui Datou scratched his head. He didn't understand these things. He thought it was better to stay in the factory, earn money from foreigners, and produce goods properly.
"In short, Xiao Rizi has taken back all the shops, and his plan to open his own store has been exposed by many people, offending a number of them. Now, things are even harder for him. I heard he only sold fifty cars last month, and those were at low prices. He probably won't even make it through this year." Kui Datou counted on his fingers, "Based on our benefits, by the end of the year, he'll be facing at least worker unrest, questioning from above, and a whole host of other problems. He definitely won't make it through."
Kui Datou's tone carried a hint of schadenfreude.
In his view, Xu Jiaguo deserved it. He used to be so arrogant, now look what happened.
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