"That's for sure," Peng Hua said with a grin. "We'll have to thank my brother-in-law later. I've heard that this project will have simultaneous advertising, and I wonder how many people will go."
"My brother loves me the most..."
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Dayun Motorcycle Factory, oh no, it should be called Dayun Automobile Factory now.
Since decentralizing power and promoting Kui Datou to deputy factory director, Wang Shouren's life has become much easier. He no longer needs to do everything personally; now he spends his days in the office pondering the factory's future plans.
After pondering for a long time, he looked at Qin Jingru sitting next to him, but still had no clue.
"What are you thinking about?" Qin Jingru asked curiously.
"Our houses will have their first batch by the end of next year. I'm thinking we should issue a public announcement so they don't run out of money. Also, the research institute should issue an announcement as well."
"Just tell them you have houses for sale? Aren't you afraid they'll fight tooth and nail for them?"
"Don't worry, our houses aren't cheap. Unless you live in a middle or upper-class apartment, you really can't afford them."
The motorcycle factory started in 1979. Back then, a regular worker earned about 100 to 200 yuan a month. If you were careful, you could save up a little over 2,000 yuan. Although prices have risen in recent years, they haven't increased much. A family is lucky if they have 10,000 to 20,000 yuan in savings. But the houses that Wang Shouren is selling this time are all priced in the six figures.
"Then why do you issue an announcement and let them see that they can't afford it?" Qin Jingru rolled her eyes: "Are you just asking a question because you have nothing better to do?"
"Oh ho, is your butt itchy?" Wang Shouren clicked his tongue.
Qin Jingru became alert and took two steps back: "Don't do anything that violates the rules and regulations during work hours."
"I'll deal with you tonight." Wang Shouren rolled his eyes.
He continued looking at what he was doing.
"Are you really going to separate the research institute?" Qin Jingru asked again. "You know, if we separate those things, others might retaliate against us."
"We're just suspending research, not losing the technology. It's good to split it up; life will be easier if we do."
The composition of a car is a massive undertaking.
Wang Shouren planned to keep only one engine and distribute the rest. He figured they could just buy whatever they needed themselves. Besides, he couldn't keep all the research institutes indefinitely; most factories in China were now run by his own people. Charging patent fees would be unfair, but not charging them would be a huge loss. It wouldn't be a good arrangement.
It's more reliable to separate it out.
Moreover, some voices claim that Wang Shouren single-handedly controlled the entire automobile market, which is hardly a compliment. Monopoly, regardless of the era, is never a positive term.
"Let's divide it up slowly." He scratched his chin. "Those who have ideas can go out on their own, and we'll invest money in them. Those who don't have ideas can stay; we can afford to support them. That's settled then."
"That's fine, but I reckon not many people will go out," Qin Jingru said.
"Shall we make a bet?"
"What are we betting on?"
"Hehehehe..."
"Hey, what are you thinking? If you're going to have this idea, why don't you go help your cousin?"
“Her situation is difficult to handle,” Wang Shouren said, scratching his chin. “Actually, adapting to local conditions is the most appropriate approach. I’ve already told her, and she roughly knows what to do.”
"If you know, then..."
Qin Jingru hadn't finished speaking when the phone rang.
She picked it up: "Hello, this is the factory manager's office."
"oh……"
"Okay, I got it. Tell him to wait in the conference room."
After hanging up the phone, he turned to look at Wang Shouren with a hint of schadenfreude: "Hey, you're in trouble now."
"Trouble? Who is it?"
"Xu Jiaguo..."
“That’s not surprising. It’s already quite an achievement that he’s managed to hold on until now.” Wang Shouren shook his head, stood up, and walked outside.
Xu Jiaguo is in very poor mental condition.
His wife cheated on him, his mistress ran away, and the only thing he had left was his son. These past few days, he's been struggling to hold on, enduring immense suffering. October has arrived in the blink of an eye, and there are only a few months left until the year-end settlement. Each day passes by, and his pain grows stronger with each passing day.
This motorcycle factory, you wouldn't say it couldn't survive, but it's not exactly that bad.
But to say there's a surplus, there isn't. They ship dozens or even hundreds of motorcycles a month, with a profit of about three or four thousand yuan per vehicle. They earn a little over ten thousand yuan a month, but almost all of it goes towards salaries. Internally, even after Wang Shouren left, the motorcycle factory, despite taking many employees with him, still has several hundred employees with official positions, and their basic salaries are still substantial each month.
These logistical and welfare benefits must be guaranteed.
However, the previous high bonuses and benefits are gone, and now the factory employees are making trouble almost every day. If it weren't for the people above keeping an eye on things, and the fact that he himself has some connections to keep things in check, he really wouldn't be able to hold on.
These internal problems are all minor issues.
The most important issue is external.
The properties they bought for sale were no longer available to them. This left them wondering where to sell their goods, and the supply and marketing cooperatives that had previously supplied them stopped taking their goods.
After all, when they sell goods, the ones sold at the Universiade are easier to sell, or some brands from Beijing, those are all established brands.
As for Xu Jiaguo, those who know him know that it's an old motorcycle factory, but those who don't, who would know who he is?
This resulted in a situation where, in this era of supply falling short of demand, people weren't very willing to buy his goods. The fact that he could sell them was entirely due to the fact that he still had some connections in Beijing.
Internally, he told everyone that things would get better as long as they found sales channels, and they had managed to hold on for the time being.
As for external factors, he had no options. He couldn't very well go out and sell goods all by himself. Besides, he was in an unfamiliar place, and who would pay attention to him?
Don't be fooled by Wang Shouren's current ease; it's because he's good at weaving nets.
Starting in 1966, a high-ranking leader went south. Before leaving, he gave him an order: if a factory invited him, he should help them increase their output; if not, then forget it.
From 1966 to 1979, for 13 years, he traveled almost every year, visiting every place in the country with heavy industry. He had a network of connections that Xu Jiaguo never had. Moreover, he was extremely popular in Beijing.
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