Chapter 128 The Little God of Wealth Passed By, but Wasn't Caught
Cheng Hui ignored Fan Guangyao's question and left with Gao Yuan.
Fan Guangyao looked at her back anxiously. Could she really consume 20,000 pieces of red paper in a day?
Their factory has a printing machine that prints New Year pictures, but it can’t print 20,000 sheets a day!
20,000 pieces a day, 40,000 pairs of couplets, how much would that sell for?
It's not like he hasn't thought about how big the market is for Spring Festival couplets and blessing characters, but unfortunately he doesn't have the machines and can't make them!
It's all handwritten. There are only a few people in their printing factory who can write calligraphy well. Even if their arms are broken, they can't write much.
"What on earth does this Xiao Cheng from A County do?" He turned around and asked Lu Weimin, "You just said that there is no other machine in the world that she has modified? Did she modify this kraft paper machine? Didn't the people from the machinery factory modify it?"
Lu Weimin said smugly, “I won’t tell you!”
"Everyone, go back if you have nothing to do. Don't even think about getting new kraft paper. We have plenty of old ones, 20 per roll. We have as many as you want." Lu Weimin said.
Everyone immediately withdrew. Who would want that thing? The small paper mill also has kraft paper, and it’s half the price of his! They just use that.
Fan Guangyao knew that he had offended Lu Weimin today, so he didn't want to make trouble for himself. He said hello to Lu Weimin and left to continue to inquire about Cheng Hui.
The factory director’s circle is so small. The imported machine at the machinery factory caused quite a stir before, but the problem was later solved.
Majestic cakes and handbags are also hot words now.
The enamel factory has also been making a lot of noise recently, and it is said that it has a new production line worth as much as 1 million US dollars.
And Cheng Hui’s shadow is behind all these things.
She came from Beijing. Her father is a designer, and her brother is also a designer. He was invited by the machinery factory to come on a business trip. It is said that the machines in the enamel factory were made by him.
The more Fan Guangyao inquired, the more confused he became. Finally, he slapped his thigh and said, "The little god of wealth passed by me, but I didn't catch him!"
The secretary said: "It may not be true? Maybe he is just pretending to piss you off..."
"Spending 3,000 yuan to buy 100,000 pieces of red paper to piss me off? Is she that angry?" Fan Guangyao said, "She must have a way! Maybe she has developed a machine to print Spring Festival couplets!"
"What should we do now?" The secretary felt as if his cash cow had flown away from him and became anxious!
"What should we do? Find someone! Which commune food factory is it in A County?" Fan Guangyao asked.
"I'll go and ask around. Now many factories know about them and are taking scrap metal there to exchange for cakes," said the secretary.
"Tsk!" Fan Guangyao said regretfully, "It's a pity that we only have waste paper and no scrap metal!"
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Cheng Hui and Gao Yuan went to the department store and found Cui Degui directly.
"Uncle, do you know anyone from the Chemical Research Institute?" Cheng Hui asked.
"This is a little unpopular..." Cui Degui said, "But I know a university teacher. Their school has a chemistry department. Someone there should know someone from the Chemical Research Institute. What do you want to do?"
This is the network of relationships. Cheng Hui does not have it at the moment, but she can have it through these cousins.
"Call and ask them if they have high-quality gauze and photosensitive adhesive." Cheng Hui said.
Cui Degui knew what photosensitive adhesive was. This was the first time he had heard of it. He was impressed by Cheng Hui's knowledge again and picked up the phone and shook it.
After more than ten minutes, I got the answer. It was in a laboratory in the chemistry department of a university.
Cheng Hui said: "Uncle, I will take 20 cakes first and give you the rest tomorrow."
"Go ahead." Cui Degui said, "I'll ask the driver to take you there!"
"Thank you, uncle." Cheng Hui said with a smile, and took her "male secretary" to a certain polytechnic university.
This university was already very famous at that time, and was very strong in engineering.
Cheng Hui went directly to the Department of Chemistry, using cake as a way out, and found an acquaintance of Cui Degui's acquaintance.
"Teacher, I want a bucket of photosensitive glue. How much is appropriate price?" Cheng Hui asked.
"What do you want this thing for?" the 50-year-old teacher asked curiously.
This thing is unpopular, most people don’t know about it, let alone need it.
"I want to use photosensitive adhesive to do a screen print." Cheng Hui said.
The teacher glanced at her and said, "You studied chemistry? And you know screen printing, can you do it?"
If we trace back to the past, people in China were already able to do screen printing 2,000 years ago, but it has only really developed in the last 100 years.
It was widely used especially in the 1970s and 1980s.
But that was all abroad. It would take another ten years for China to open up and start madly absorbing things from outside.
"I know a little bit, teacher, how much is appropriate?" Cheng Hui was afraid that he would ask again, so she asked him in return.
"This bucket of glue is quite expensive. Our lab bought it for over 100 yuan." The teacher asked, "What are you going to make?"
This is a matter of great curiosity, there's nothing you can do about it, that's just how scientific researchers are.
"I haven't made it yet. If I tell others that I can't make it, I'll be embarrassed. Haha." Cheng Hui laughed and said, "Teacher, can you give me a bucket of photosensitive glue and a roll of gauze for 200 yuan?"
"I'll ask everyone about this," said the teacher.
No one has ever bought anything from their lab, and they never sell anything, but Cheng Hui was introduced by an acquaintance, and they had finished eating the cake...it would be unreasonable not to sell it to her.
Besides, they give a lot of money.
Finally, the three heads of the laboratory discussed it and agreed to sell it to her.
Cheng Hui handed over the money with one hand and took the things with the other, then quickly said goodbye, fearing that the old man would ask further questions.
She would not tell anyone about it easily until she got some benefits from Fan Guangyao!
After walking a few steps, Cheng Hui came back and spent another 10 yuan to buy a roll of hard plastic paper similar to acrylic paper.
I almost forgot about this, it's an important tool.
But the university laboratory has everything.
After getting in the car, Cheng Hui asked the driver to drive directly to the enamel factory.
Song Xilai had already returned and was standing next to the enameling machine, watching happily.
The "clicking" sound of this machine is really pleasant to listen to!
When he saw Cheng Hui, he smiled so hard that his teeth showed. He had just been praised heavily by his leader!
It was the first time he knew that the leader, in addition to scolding people, was also good at praising people!
No wonder he can be a leader.
"Xiao Qi is here!" Song Xilai said with a smile, "I met with the construction team today and made an appointment with them. We will start construction in the spring. I guarantee that this will be the first project to start in our province. The machinery factory will have to line up behind me!"
Originally, Cheng Hui didn't want to talk to him about this, but after hearing this, she couldn't help but become curious.
Compared with the machinery factory directly under the central government, the enamel factory is still several levels lower. How did he snatch it away from Zhao Daxing?
Song Xilai chuckled and whispered, "The boss of the construction team is my brother-in-law."
Cheng Hui...I love this huge network of relationships!
"Uncle, do you have black and gold glazes? What kind are they? Let me take a look. If they are suitable, I will buy some." Cheng Hui said.
Song Xilai was angry: "What are you asking me to buy? I'll give you whatever you want!"
"I need 100 barrels, but that may not be enough," said Cheng Hui.
Song Xilai......
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