The first private enterprise in my country truly emerged in 1984.
Currently, apart from the more open south, it's absolutely impossible for the first private enterprise to emerge in Beijing. Because if it did, it would signify the attitude of the higher authorities.
Therefore, the company that Wang Shouren applied for was not a company that truly belonged to him.
It is a joint public-private enterprise.
A motorcycle factory that is on the verge of bankruptcy.
Or to put it another way, it's a motorcycle factory that's been consistently losing money.
In this era, there is no such thing as bankruptcy. Most of the time, corporate funding, expenses, and profits are managed by the higher authorities.
After a certain period of time, a summary is made and a report is submitted.
The reason Wang Shouren took over the company was because he valued its production lines and skilled workers.
"Brother, I don't quite understand." Kui Datou rode his motorcycle behind Wang Shouren, speaking as he went.
"What don't you understand?"
"We've already made so much money, why bother with this public-private partnership thing?"
Starting in 1976, during the period when China truly opened up to the outside world, Wang Shouren led his three brothers south, a region notorious for smuggling. It was then that the three brothers truly realized what it meant to make money.
If you bring anything back from there and bring it back here, you can at least triple your money.
However, it was also very dangerous; several times, they almost didn't make it back. After several trips, they developed their own dedicated route. Most of the time, they collaborated with manufacturers in Hong Kong. They even once secretly went to Hong Kong to take a look.
Later on, as more and more people entered this industry, their profits gradually decreased.
However, it only decreased.
These days, there aren't many people with the guts to travel all the way from Beijing to the south to buy goods. Things are very chaotic outside these days.
Therefore, the three brothers didn't think much of the run-down factory that Wang Shouren had acquired. In their view, this lousy factory wasn't even as profitable as a trip they could make themselves. Besides, it wasn't theirs; it was a public-private partnership, so there was no public or private ownership. This kind of thing had happened before, and it had bankrupted countless people.
“Things in other people’s hands are ultimately no big deal,” Wang Shouren said calmly. “Don’t be fooled by how much you’re making now; it’s meaningless.”
"How is it meaningless?" Kui Datou retorted, not to be outdone. He was wearing a small watch and riding a motorcycle, living a very carefree life.
"Everything you have is thanks to the benefits of the times. Forget it, there's no point in explaining it to you. Just follow me."
This soon-to-be-bankrupt car factory is located in the suburbs, with mediocre surrounding amenities. It's likely that the factory's employees are the type who spend their holidays in groups going to the city to shop. At the factory gate, only the gatekeeper is sitting and dozing. The entire factory is quiet and largely silent.
They seemed to have sensed that someone was coming.
The old man opened his eyes and saw several guys on motorcycles approaching.
He immediately stood up: "Hey, what are you doing?"
"Hasn't the higher-ups notified us about the new factory manager?" Wang Shouren frowned.
Based on the factory itself, Wang Shouren felt that he probably wouldn't be able to take over the factory too smoothly.
"The new factory manager?" The old man looked Wang Shouren up and down, then glanced at the motorcycle he was riding. After weighing his options, he said "Wait here" and went into the factory.
“Brother, you’re definitely going to lose money on this factory,” Yuan Wai said confidently.
“It’s definitely going to be a loss,” Wang Shouren said, looking at the factory. “But finding a suitable, legal factory isn’t easy.”
These days, every factory owner is actually quite proud. They're not at the point of bankruptcy yet, and even with fewer orders, the profit margin for these motorcycles is incredibly high. It's just a matter of whether they're willing to sell or not.
He took over the factory without paying any price. However, he was given one condition: foreign exchange, foreign exchange, and it had to be foreign exchange.
To put it bluntly, in this era, outsiders didn't recognize the Chinese currency. However, the nation ultimately needed to develop and required imports, thus necessitating foreign exchange. Most foreign exchange at that time was exchanged for basic resources. This was undoubtedly a loss for China. Wang Shouren wanted to explore other avenues to try and open up some sales channels.
The old man didn't make them wait very long.
After a while, an old man who looked like the factory manager, followed by a group of people, rushed out.
Upon meeting Wang Shouren, he immediately adopted a kind and approachable demeanor.
"Oh my, you must be a comrade from above, come, come, come."
Wang Shouren had seen information about this old man.
His surname is Wu, and his given name is Yong.
Wu Yong is 64 years old this year and has been the director of this motorcycle factory for more than 20 years. He is considered one of the first directors of motorcycle factories in my country.
Now that he's reached retirement age, he was incredibly excited when he heard that the factory would be converted into a joint state-private enterprise.
Why the excitement? Because it's time to fleece the capitalists again!
Therefore, the way he looked at Wang Shouren was as if he were looking at the God of Wealth.
They welcomed Wang Shouren inside.
Don't let the small size of this factory fool you; it has all the necessary departments.
There are technical, financial, and logistics departments, as well as several workshop directors. These are all considered section-level personnel. The factory director, Wu Yong, is a division-level official.
Once seated in the office, Wu Yong began by welcoming Mr. Wang Shouren: "Welcome to our factory, Mr. Wang Shouren. It is an honor for us to have you here. Come on, everyone, let's give him a round of applause!"
Wang Shouren waved his hand.
There were only about ten cadres present, some happy, some indifferent, and some hostile to Wang Shouren.
That makes sense. After all, when the old factory director retires, the position is usually taken over by someone from the factory. Once he takes office, he becomes a division-level leader. How could he not be angry?
"Director Wu, are there some things that haven't been told to you by your superiors?"
"Comrade Wang, what do you mean?" Wu Yong asked, puzzled.
"The higher-ups said that this public-private partnership will be primarily privately owned. In other words, I will be the main person in charge of this factory. I am the manager of this factory and also the factory director. I don't know if the higher-ups have made this clear to you."
"Outrageous!" Someone immediately slammed their hand on the table and stood up: "What are you trying to do? Are you trying to follow the old capitalist path?!"
Wang Shouren glanced at the man who had stood up and asked, "What's your name? What's your position?"
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