The reason I'm speaking out now is...
That was purely a test.
To be frank, I don't really support it. Secondly, if you're willing to do it, then you, as the factory manager, can take charge. We don't really care.
Sometimes, opposition doesn't mean genuine opposition, but rather a strategy.
Qin Tian was fully aware of the subtle nuances within this system.
Therefore, he didn't care.
Continue following your own train of thought.
"To be honest, our factory originated from the 'Dayun' motorcycle factory. If we want to surpass the 'Dayun' motorcycle factory, we need to think of other ways," Qin Tian said bluntly.
Good heavens!
Upon hearing Qin Tian's words, everyone present sat up straight.
No matter how disdainful you may feel inside, you still have to show the proper behavior.
Surpassing Dayun Motorcycle Factory? Are you kidding me?
Actually, the people in the factory didn't have much of a problem with Qin Tian; the real issue was with Xu Jiaguo. However, since Xu Jiaguo was in jail, Qin Tian seemed more like a savior. If he could achieve something, that would be great. Of course, if he didn't, they wouldn't really care.
"So, after thinking about it for a bit, I felt that we still needed to take some measures on the price. For this reason, I specifically asked Qin Shou, as the head of our sales department, to come and tell everyone about the current situation in these cities."
"Brother, can I say this?" Qin Shou had a headache.
This era is actually a very peculiar one.
The poor are desperately poor, while the rich are outrageously rich.
Of course, this kind of poverty and wealth has little to do with class.
The biggest question is whether you dare to set up a stall and do business.
Take street vendors in Huacheng or Pengcheng as an example. As long as you're bold enough, you can easily earn a month's wages for those workers in a day by dabbling in various things. Or, if you're even more ambitious, you can go into wholesale and earn even more. Most people who rose to prominence during this period truly rose from humble beginnings.
It is precisely because of this relationship that these cities possess purchasing power.
If prices drop significantly in a short period of time, they might actually grit their teeth and buy a motorcycle.
After Qin Shou finished his analysis.
Shen Yuanliang spoke up, "Factory manager, if that's the case, have you considered what other domestic manufacturers would be like?"
Actually, when it comes to price, Wang Shouren's prices are relatively conservative.
The previous 5888 was suitable, but the current 5888 is not so suitable.
Currently, a fairly common Happiness 250 motorcycle costs around 7,000 yuan, while a higher-end motorcycle costs around 10,000 yuan. Regarding the price, Wang Shouren has actually received numerous notices of price increases. However, in recent years, he has been busy with other things and hasn't paid much attention to motorcycle prices.
Later, even though he didn't ask for a price increase, the sales side gradually raised prices, and in some areas the price had even reached the level of 10,000 yuan.
Don't assume that prices are uniform across the country like they are in later generations.
News doesn't spread that fast these days. Unless you open directly operated stores across the country, prices will vary from place to place. If prices were to drop suddenly to this extent, it would cause trouble for the entire industry.
"That's something I wanted to say too." Qin Tian nodded. "I wanted to ask Cheng Gong if there was any way to change the shape of our product and reduce the amount of materials used. Oh, of course, I don't mean to make the quality worse, but rather to make the shape smaller and more attractive."
Shen Yuanliang was taken aback when he heard Qin Tian's words. After thinking for a moment, he nodded: "That is indeed a solution. By downsizing and removing some unnecessary functions, the cost can be reduced even further."
Over here, Qin Tian's plan was being discussed back and forth.
Meanwhile, Wang Shouren received a call from Li Weiguo in his office.
"Oh, yes, yes, okay, I'll think about it. Hey, don't worry, how could I not take it to heart?"
After chatting for a while, I hung up the phone.
Qin Jingru and Lou Xiao'e stared longingly at Wang Shouren, their beautiful eyes conveying the same message: "I want to eat melon seeds."
"Tsk, stop looking. The higher-ups want me to start selling cars." Wang Shouren sighed. "They're really daring."
"What's wrong?"
"Do you know what price I was asked to set? How much?"
"How many?"
"Starting at 100,000, with no upper limit."
"Wh...what is that?" Lou Xiao'e's eyes widened. "Just a car, not those supercars you got?"
Wang Shouren's cars weren't actually sold domestically because he believed there wasn't a significant need for them in China at the moment. Besides, he wanted to see how the locals would manage to stir things up. But he never imagined that with his car factory standing there, they would actually dare to go through with all that trouble.
Let me put it this way.
In 1985, the exchange rate between the United States and China was approximately 1 to 2.8.
In the United States, the price of a car is approximately US$16,000 to US$50,000.
In other words, even the high-end models, when converted to domestic currency, are only worth a few hundred thousand yuan.
Meanwhile, domestic car prices were also in the tens of thousands. Wang Shouren sometimes wondered what those people were thinking.
"Now you know why I didn't let you guys go and cause trouble, right? Harmony among people is a very difficult thing."
Wang Shouren knew exactly what they were thinking.
It's simply that they believe no one in China can afford it at this stage, and even if someone could, they'd be leaning towards capitalism. So, high prices are justified! It's their right!
"So what do we do? Are we really going to sell it at that high price?"
“Sell.” Wang Shouren’s eyes narrowed slightly. “Not just sell, I’ll also advertise. Go ask around how much it costs to advertise on TV. We’ll book it for a year. We’ll set a price range later. Also, since the higher-ups want us to raise the price of our motorcycles, raise that too.”
"How much will it rise?"
"We won't make those regular styles anymore. The rest, we'll have the second workshop come up with some new styles. They need to be nice and flashy, starting at 20,000 yuan."
"No way, are you crazy?" Qin Jingru's eyes widened. "Twenty thousand yuan? Who can afford that?"
"Calm down, maybe someone can afford it." Wang Shouren chuckled and said meaningfully, "We need to set a good example."
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