Chapter 936: Got Hit
"Motorcycle?" Cheng Hui asked curiously, "Mr. Zhang, you want to buy a motorcycle? I'm sorry, but the motorcycles we produce now probably won't suit your taste, and we don't have any plans to export them this year."
The performance of domestically produced motorcycles cannot compare with foreign ones at all.
In recent years, Cheng Hui has not extended her hands to the motorcycle industry because she is too busy and she does not want to squeeze her time for a few hundred yuan salary.
Zhang Liangyu said with some pride: "I am not trying to import your motorcycles, but I have a way to get imported motorcycle...parts."
He looked around and saw that many people's eyes were following Cheng Hui, so many people were also looking at them.
"Shall we find a place to discuss in detail? Don't worry, this is definitely a big deal and a long-term one," he said.
Cheng Hui said: "Then follow me to the office."
Her eyes only passed over Zhang Liangyu, but she was looking at Bian Yuedao, as if asking for her opinion and inviting her.
This made Bian Yue stunned, and his mood inexplicably improved.
She glanced at Zhang Liangyu, who was frowning slightly, and said to Cheng Hui, "Okay."
Cheng Hui smiled and looked at Vanessa again. Vanessa spread her hands and said, "When you are done talking, remember to come find me. I have a particularly large purchasing plan this year."
"Okay." Cheng Hui smiled, and her smile was much more sincere.
Zhang Liangyu thought he had grasped the key point: this woman loves money! I feel happy when I mention money!
She led the two of them to the office.
Liang Feiyang didn't make a fuss about leaving and followed the two of them quietly.
Bian Lana, who had been secretly observing Cheng Hui, saw this and hurried over and followed behind.
When Cheng Hui noticed her and looked over curiously, she smiled and said, "This is my daughter and son. Where are you going?"
Cheng Hui suddenly realized, "Then let's come together." She pushed open the office door.
Zhang Liangyu felt a little unhappy, but didn't say anything.
The office is bright and clean, with an oval conference table.
Cheng Hui asked everyone to sit down, and several people immediately sat down next to her, including a secretary, translator, bodyguard, and pens, ink, paper, and tea.
In the blink of an eye, the official look was put on display.
"What does Mr. Zhang want to say?" she asked.
This situation leaves no room for ambiguity and forces people to talk about business.
Zhang Liangyu paused and said, "I have a way to get a large number of motorcycle parts. I want to cooperate with you and open a company. You will be responsible for processing and I will be responsible for selling."
The motorcycle market is also not small.
But he thought it was not appropriate to open such a factory in New York because the labor costs were too high.
It must be much cheaper in the mainland, right? Especially in recent years, the cars exported from the mainland have received unanimous praise, and he feels that they are also capable of doing so in terms of technology.
Cheng Hui raised her eyebrows and said, "Mr. Zhang is very business-minded. This is a good idea. How many parts can you provide each year? What manufacturers produce them?
“How much is the processing fee for one machine? How much is the selling price? Do we only earn the processing fee? Or can we get a share of the profits?
"Will you invest in the construction of the factory? Will you provide management? Who has the final management power?"
Cheng Hui asked a series of questions, almost all the questions that would be encountered in doing this business.
Zhang Liangyu's eyes were full of admiration!
Before coming, he only had a preliminary idea, which was what he said: cooperation, he would provide the parts, she would assemble them, and he would sell them.
As for how to implement it specifically, he has no idea.
Now that Cheng Hui had asked him a series of questions, he had some idea.
"I can get parts for at least 10,000 units now, and the number will only increase in the future, not decrease," said Zhang Liangyu.
Cheng Hui smiled and interrupted him: "Don't be so sure. You must have pieced these parts together from various channels, right? For example, a small motorcycle factory that was about to go bankrupt, a small brand machinery factory, a tire factory, or even a scrap recycling station."
"The first 10,000 is easy to raise, but there is not much sustainable development potential afterwards. If you want to supply goods continuously and stably, you either need to have your own factory to produce the main components, or have a stable partner."
"You can't do all of these, right? If you do, the cost will go up, and it's no different from opening a motorcycle factory. The only difference might be saving a little bit of processing fees."
"Do you still want to do this business?"
Zhang Liangyu, who was originally full of confidence, was suddenly discouraged by the blow.
No, he had a good idea and calculated the accounts several times. The profit is huge!
But after Cheng Hui's calculation, he came to his senses and realized that the biggest profits were in the early stages, when he could get cheap parts.
Once his business stabilizes and demand increases, suppliers will definitely raise prices and there will not be much profit left.
Want him to open a real motorcycle factory? That’s too troublesome! It still needs research and development, and it still needs to be updated. If it is not updated in two years, it will be eliminated! All the money earned has been thrown in, and the company might even go bankrupt.
Seeing that his arrogance had subsided, Cheng Hui said, "But this business can still be done. A one-time deal is still a deal. If these 10,000 motorcycles are assembled and sold, the profit will be considerable."
The current price of a motorcycle is about 1,000 US dollars, but it is more expensive in the country, costing 3,000 to 10,000 RMB per unit.
Cheng Hui guessed that the parts Zhang Liangyu got were worth a maximum of US$200 per set, so the profit margin was really huge.
Earning millions of dollars a year, except for the top bosses who don’t care, everyone else will go crazy for this number.
As far as she knew, the Zhang family was by no means at the top level. They made millions of dollars in profit a year, but Zhang Liangyu, who was almost 30 years old, had been doing business for several years and had never made any money!
Hearing Cheng Hui's words, he became excited again: "Indeed, this business can be done!"
Bian Lana sat next to him and glanced at Zhang Liangyu. She used to think that he was a leader of the younger generation and a qualified successor to the family business, but now it seems that he is still a little short of the mark.
Her daughter's few words made her fluctuate between sadness and joy. She completely lost her spirit and was led by the nose.
Her daughter is amazing!
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