Chapter 680: Half a year, 2.39 billion! What a lovely group of human-shaped power banks!
August 29, Qindao Jimo.
The warmth of midsummer gradually fades away, and a few traces of autumn spread with the wind.
A black Maybach was driving on Lan'ao Road, heading towards the headquarters of Orange Garment.
Inside the car, Chen Yansen leaned back in his chair, looking at the ever-changing street scenes outside the window.
Song Yuncheng took his left hand and looked at it carefully. It was white with a hint of red, obviously full of energy and blood. Four palm lines of varying lengths and depths ran across the palm.
"Master Song, have you figured out something?"
Chen Yansen retracted his gaze, turned to look at Song Yuncheng, and joked with a smile.
"Master, look at this fine line, it's long and straight. This is a sign of great wealth and honor!"
Song Yuncheng smiled awkwardly and spoke nonsense, the expression on his face was very similar to Chen Yansen's.
After being together for a long time, I inevitably picked up Chen Yansen's temperament.
She held Chen Yansen's big hand and felt it was warm and thick, with a great touch, so she talked while touching it.
After Chen Yansen finished listening to her meaningless nonsense, he asked with a half-smile, "Are you comfortable?"
"It's warm and smooth." Song Yuncheng answered subconsciously.
The next second, there was a soft "bang" sound!
She quickly protected her forehead, the pain was so severe that tears were about to fall, and she pouted and said pitifully: "It's just a touch, picking and searching, usually you..."
He stopped speaking halfway and didn't dare to continue.
"How am I usually like? Huh?" Chen Yansen asked.
The humming sound at the end of the note made Song Yuncheng's ears numb.
She giggled and buried her face in Chen Yansen's palm. The warm touch on her cheek made her forehead hurt immediately.
Chen Yansen was amused by her kitten-like appearance. He reached out and ruffled her hair, and said softly, "I'll take you to Northern Europe to see the Aurora next month."
"Are you going to the 2014 Davos Economic Conference?"
Song Yuncheng raised his head, stared at Chen Yansen, and asked with curiosity in his tone.
"Ahem, we're mainly going there to relax and have fun. The meeting is just a side thing."
Chen Yansen said seriously.
As a Young World Economic Leader and co-mentor of the Davos Forum, Li Qingsong had already specifically invited him to attend the meeting, just like last year.
After all, Senlian Capital not only has insurance companies and private banks under its umbrella, but Chen Yansen himself is also a leader in China's mobile Internet economy. If he were absent, the lineup of the Chinese delegation would inevitably be much less impressive.
"Thank you, Master." Song Yuncheng raised the corners of his lips and nodded happily.
She knew clearly that the meeting was the main purpose of the trip and the sightseeing was an additional arrangement.
But when Chen Yansen changed the order of priority, she was so happy that her eyes almost disappeared with laughter.
That's the 'montage' way of talking!
For example, if a husband tells others that his wife cheated on him, so he beat her and then she ran away, such an expression can easily win others' sympathy and understanding.
But if we change the story, it would be that he beat his wife, and his wife couldn't stand it and ran away, and finally found a new husband.
Each sentence is true when read individually, but if the order of narration is adjusted, the nature of the whole thing will be completely different.
At this time, the car slowly stopped.
Chen Yansen rolled down the car window and saw a group of white buildings appearing before him.
Dozens of main factory buildings and dormitory buildings are connected together.
The glass curtain wall reflects a soft luster in the sunlight, and you can vaguely see the neatly arranged office desks or production equipment inside.
Above the main entrance hangs a gilded sign that reads "Orange Garment Technology Co., Ltd."
Several well-dressed middle-aged men were standing at the door, led by a man in a navy blue suit with meticulously combed hair.
Seeing the car window slowly lowered, he immediately walked forward quickly, a warm smile on his face, and said respectfully: "Boss, good morning!"
After saying that, he took the initiative to reach out and open the car door for Chen Yansen.
As soon as Chen Yansen took a step forward, he quickly raised his hand to protect the roof of the car, fearing that his boss would accidentally hit his head.
"Old Lin, thank you for your hard work."
Chen Yansen stepped out of the car, patted the other person on the shoulder and said.
He did not have much interaction with Lin Guolun and had only met him once during an interview.
In the clothing industry, Lin Guolun has rich operational experience.
Previously, he served as the production director of Zara's Dahua region, leading the management of the OEM factory. He also worked in Zara's own factory at headquarters for four years and served as the general manager of the Yageo factory.
He is proficient in quick response production scheduling and has rich experience in worker management and production line automation transformation.
Judging from the results, Lin Guolun’s abilities are indeed good.
Since he took over Orange Garment, he has managed the factory in an orderly manner. While establishing a supply chain, he also set up a design department with more than 500 people to ensure that new products can be continuously brought to the market.
In addition to internal consumption, most of these products are sold to e-commerce buyers across the country through online channels such as Pinbei and Dongdong.
In the era before NetEase Yanxuan and Jingzao were born, Orange's various clothing products were initially regarded by netizens as brand peripherals.
But after everyone tried to buy a few pieces of clothes, they were surprised to find that the clothes were not only well-shaped and of high quality, but also very affordable.
In the first half of the year alone, Orange Garment's sales reached 2.39 billion yuan, and its best-selling products include basic solid-color short-sleeved and long-sleeved T-shirts, jeans, casual pants, jackets, shirts and other categories.
Lin Guolun grinned and said modestly, "Boss, you're too kind. It's all part of my job!"
"Have you finalized the equipment purchase for the footwear production line?"
Chen Yansen asked casually.
In his opinion, since they are already making clothes, there is no reason to miss out on the footwear category.
He doesn't care whether it can be sold or not.
Because if the group's 900,000 employees are each given two or three pairs of shoes a year, they can easily consume 2 million pairs of shoes, so there is no need to worry about sales.
What's more, with the shipping capabilities of Pinbei and Yidong, it is no matter how much they sell, there will definitely be no situation where they cannot sell anything.
Upon hearing this, Lin Guolun quickly replied, "Boss, it's been agreed! The equipment purchase contract with Germany's Lehmann was just signed last Friday. The first batch of five fully automated production lines will be shipped next month, and the installation and commissioning team will also be here. We expect to start trial production in mid-October."
As he spoke, he led Chen Yansen into the factory.
Song Yuncheng followed Chen Yansen quietly.
Behind the three of them were a group of Orange Garment’s senior managers and four Feng Falcon Security staff members.
Chen Yansen nodded slightly and motioned Lin Guolun to take him to the workshop.
After a while, the group walked into the production area.
The sensor door at the entrance of the workshop slowly slid open, and a stream of air wrapped in the fragrance of cotton and linen blew in, forming a sharp contrast with the heat outside.
The entire production workshop is equipped with a constant temperature and humidity system.
Chen Yansen scanned the electronic screen at the door, on which various data were flashing in real time: the current temperature was 24 degrees Celsius, the relative humidity was 55%, the number of work-in-progress was 12,860 pieces, and the defective rate was 0.3%.
"Boss, we are now working on a T-shirt production line. From fabric pretreatment to garment packaging, the entire process is semi-automated."
Lin Guolun walked quickly to the front and pointed to the production line on the left and introduced it.
Chen Yansen looked in the direction he pointed and saw a large silver device operating in an orderly manner. The layers of white fabrics were precisely cut into various garment pieces, and the cut pieces were automatically transported to the next workstation via a conveyor belt.
Several workers in blue work clothes were sitting at their workstations, skillfully splicing pieces of garments with accessories. The needles of the sewing machines were moving rapidly, making a rhythmic "click" sound.
In fact, it’s not that we can’t afford highly automated production lines, but that we don’t need them.
The reason is very simple. Machines cannot contribute to his humanity.
When the front-line operators in the workshop saw Chen Yansen, they immediately showed a look of surprise on their faces.
They never expected that the big boss would come to the company in person!
The eyes of most people looking at Chen Yansen were filled with gratitude.
You know, in Jimo, a place like this, getting a salary of eight or nine thousand a month is definitely a level far beyond your peers and far ahead of others.
Seeing this, Chen Yansen smiled slightly and waved his hand.
What a cute group of human-shaped power banks!
I only give them a few thousand yuan every month, but they almost think of themselves as gods.
Chen Yansen walked into the finished product area and picked up a white short T-shirt. It had a simple solid color design with only a thumb-sized orange pattern printed above the left chest.
"The collar is edge-locked with double-stranded thread, which will not deform even after repeated washing. The cotton thread is long-staple cotton from the Western Regions, which is 30% longer than ordinary cotton fibers and has a pilling resistance level of 4 or above. Complaints about pilling are rare in customer feedback."
Lin Guolun came over to explain at the right time.
Chen Yansen knew that this was a classic hit item from Orange Clothing, priced at 49 yuan per piece and 129 yuan for three pieces. A total of more than 3 million pieces were sold throughout the year.
"What is the rework rate for defective products?" Chen Yansen asked again.
"The return-to-work rate in the second quarter was 1.7%, down 0.5 percentage points from the first quarter average.
We hold quality analysis meetings every week to summarize common problems and share them with the production department. Together, we work to find solutions. For example, last month, we adjusted the sewing machine's needle gauge to address the issue of skipped stitches on the cuffs, which reduced the rework rate."
Lin Guolun replied immediately.
He understands design and production, and has comprehensive skills.
This is also the reason why Chen Yansen met with more than 20 candidates from Shenzhou International, Li & Fung, the Yangtze River Delta and overseas clothing industries, but finally chose Lin Guolun as CEO.
Immediately afterwards, Chen Yansen visited the fabric pretreatment area, sewing area, cutting area and finished product storage area one by one.
"Boss, the building in front is the design department, which is mainly divided into two modules: the design studio and the sample production area."
Lin Guolun led Chen Yansen and others, introducing them as they walked.
The group took the elevator to the third floor. Just as they were about to go in, a girl with a ponytail and a green short T-shirt ran out rashly with her head down.
Seeing that he was about to collide, the security guard hurriedly stepped forward and stood in front of Chen Yansen.
With a "bang" sound!
Yang Fenghuang felt like she had hit a wall and then sat down on the ground.
"Brother Sen?" As soon as Yang Fenghuang looked up, she saw Chen Yansen right in front of her.
A ray of dazzling sunlight fell behind Chen Yansen.
From her perspective, the edges of Chen Yansen's hair were glowing white.
"Are you okay?"
Chen Yansen asked, then waved his hand, and the security personnel immediately helped her up.
"Thank you Brother Sen for your concern, I'm fine." Yang Fenghuang looked at Chen Yansen blankly.
"Lao Lin, change the corner. There's a blind spot."
Chen Yansen warned.
"Okay, boss." Lin Guolun responded.
Chen Yansen continued to walk in, then suddenly stopped.
He stared at the girl in front of him for a few seconds, feeling that she looked familiar, and then asked, "Are you from the design department?"
"Brother Sen, I am Yang Fenghuang, an intern design assistant in the design department." Yang Fenghuang puffed out her chest and said proudly.
It took her a year and countless hardships to transfer from the ironing workshop to the design department. This experience made her especially cherish her current position and filled her with pride.
Last month, the bear short T-shirt she designed was immediately popular among users as soon as it was launched online. More than 6,000 pieces were sold in the first week, making it a successful product.
Thanks to this achievement, she earned 16,000 yuan that month, including base salary, bonus and commission. This was the first time in her life that she earned so much money.
She knew that the various training classes in the factory were proposed by Chen Yansen.
She was naturally filled with gratitude towards the person who changed her life.
It’s really her!
Chen Yansen laughed to himself.
But he didn't think much about it, waved his hand, and signaled Yang Fenghuang that she could leave.
After all, the number of people whose fate he influenced is at least seven or eight million, if not ten million.
One more Yang Fenghuang doesn’t make much, and one less Yang Fenghuang doesn’t make much.
Yang Fenghuang was stunned and hesitated for a few seconds before she reacted. She quickly stepped aside and watched Chen Yansen and his group walk into the design department. Only when their figures disappeared at the end of the corridor did she hold her chest and breathe a sigh of relief.
Luckily I didn’t hit my boss, otherwise I would have lost my job.
But then she thought, considering her boss's personality, even if he really bumped into her, he wouldn't be fired, right?
Yang Fenghuang was thinking randomly, with the corners of her mouth slightly raised and her face full of smiles.
When Chen Yansen walked into the design department, the first thing he noticed was the giant whiteboard on the wall.
It is covered with colorful sticky notes, with sections marked in different colors such as "Autumn New Products", "Shoe and Clothing Matching", and "User Feedback". The sticky notes are densely written with the designers' ideas, and there are also several sketches drawn with markers.
"Boss, the design department has a 'weekly brainstorming' system. Every Monday, everyone writes down new ideas on sticky notes, discusses and screens them together, and finally determines the design direction for the next quarter.
There are currently 41 design teams, each responsible for a different product module," said Lin Guolun, pointing to the whiteboard.
After a round of inspection, Chen Yansen carefully checked every link and did not find any loopholes or drawbacks. The overall operation of the factory was very smooth.
He looked at the watch on his wrist. The hands pointed to eleven forty-seven, almost lunch time.
He immediately turned around and said, "Let's go to the cafeteria."
It was almost noon, and the employees were walking towards the cafeteria in batches, and they happened to meet Chen Yansen and his group.
Some people recognized him at a glance. The braver employees smiled and shouted "Brother Sen" from more than ten meters away.
Some people secretly took out their mobile phones to take pictures, with a hint of excitement in their eyes.
Just as Lin Guolun was about to stop him, he was stopped by Chen Yansen.
Reporters can take pictures, passers-by can take pictures, why can't our own employees take pictures?
It's not like he's shameful!
Not long after, Chen Yansen sat in the cafeteria, facing Lin Guolun, and chatted while eating.
The chefs in the cafeteria were so nervous that they were afraid the boss would say the food was not tasty and their third quarter performance would be ruined.
at the same time.
Chunshen No. 2 Middle School, Chunshen No. 3 Middle School and Experimental Primary School finally moved into the brand new campus before the new semester began.
Tang Lixin pondered for a moment, then said to Zhao Siyuan, "Contact Mr. Chen's assistant and give her a call."
(End of this chapter)
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