"Once your products are selling and you have sales volume, we can gradually formalize the management. Those who invested money earlier can have priority to work and earn hourly wages; they can easily earn back the ten yuan they earned earlier. Let's talk about profit sharing; we can set a five-year period, after which profit sharing will be distributed. After all, the company needs to grow."
"Once we make money, we could potentially return a hundredfold to the villagers within five years. Wouldn't that be great?"
"this......"
Seeing how easily Ye Beiping spoke, Wu Guangfa and Hou Yongping became less confident, secretly thinking: Really? Is it that simple?
Su Xinyi had been standing at the door listening the whole time. Now that Ye Beiping had finished speaking, she interjected, "Actually, many village collectives fail because they haven't found the right path. Even though transportation is inconvenient, they just send any cadre and talk about vigorous development, encouraging villagers to spend money. Naturally, if they lose money, it's the cadre's responsibility."
"Actually, I've looked into it. Some village collectives are still making money because their prices are much lower than those of state-owned factories, making them more competitive in the market. Not to mention the lower labor costs, they also produce their own raw materials, which state-owned factories simply can't compete with."
Wu Guangfa and Hou Yongping, who were initially somewhat insecure, suddenly fell silent after hearing Su Xinyi's words.
They were thinking about what Pingba Village could do.
Besides the fruits Ye Beiping mentioned, it seems... there are many other things that can be done.
Seeing that the two men had taken his advice to heart, Ye Beiping was naturally willing to offer some suggestions.
"Fruit is one option, because it requires a growth cycle. Pingba Village has other options as well. Fish farming in fish ponds is also an option, as is cooperating with the commune to encourage everyone to switch to growing potatoes and produce some imported potato chips and fries."
"Potato chips and French fries?" Everyone was taken aback; they had never heard of them before.
Knowing he had said too much, Ye Beiping coughed twice to cover it up.
"Actually, potato chips and fries can be considered Western fast food. They are mainly made of potatoes, which are then cut into slices or strips, fried in oil, and then dipped in ketchup. They taste pretty good."
This left everyone even more confused.
What are all these things?
Even Su Xinyi was stunned. Having grown up in Hangzhou, she had naturally heard of it, but had never eaten it.
Foodie Wu Di immediately said, "Beiping, we also have potatoes. Can you make them now?"
"Of course." Ye Beiping shrugged.
In this era, there were already fewer varieties of food available.
If it can be developed, it will be a breakthrough and innovation for collective enterprises.
Not only that, but it can also provide raw materials for foreign restaurants that come to the market in the future. If it does well, it will definitely make money in the next few decades.
Hearing this, Ye Beiping himself was somewhat tempted.
If we could get the Pingba village collective enterprise to do these things, and then raise chickens on a large scale, wouldn't that be the Chinese version of KFC?
Being released more than twenty years earlier than its predecessor is also a good choice.
Hou Yongping suddenly asked at this moment, "Um, Beiping, we've never heard of any of these things you're talking about. Will they work?"
Why not?
Ye Beiping immediately retorted, "This kind of Western fast food is very popular abroad. Why can't we make our own? Kids will definitely like this kind of food. Children in the city have better living conditions than those in our village."
"The easiest money to make in this world comes from women and children. Uncle Hou, don't you know how much it cost you to raise Baolin?"
"This..." Hou Yongping and Wu Guangfa exchanged a glance and saw the bitterness in each other's eyes.
Yes, even if a child is raised in a free-range manner, it still costs a lot of money.
Especially getting married and having children, which costs even more.
I heard that raising a child in the city is even more expensive, and things like education are things that people in the countryside wouldn't even dare to dream of.
Wu Di immediately stood up and said, "Dad, Uncle Hou, I've seen those students in Hangzhou. They're all very rich. They can not only save money to buy their own clothes, but they can even have food in their hands every day after school."
This is something he discovered after he went to Hangzhou.
I was so envious back then. I thought to myself, if I had so much good food when I was in school, I would definitely have studied harder.
They no longer had to think about studying in Pingba Village or helping with farm work.
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