Qiao Wanyue said, "We are developing the village collective and getting everyone involved. If Xiahe Village can build a food factory, wouldn't our Xiahe Village be the only one that stands out?"
"It's difficult, and this idea is very dangerous," Secretary Guo commented.
He didn't say he was dreaming.
It's just that it's a bit dangerous.
He did not directly deny Qiao Wanyue's claims.
Secretary Guo understands that the wind will change sooner or later.
It's just a matter of time.
“To build a food factory, we need to create our own brand first, so that the commune can see that we have the ability to make money and the ability to sell our own products. Relying solely on a grain factory won’t work,” Secretary Guo continued, following Qiao Wanyue’s train of thought.
Qiao Wanyue said, "So, this Mid-Autumn Festival, we will first launch a mooncake to open up sales channels. Next, we will negotiate with department stores and supply and marketing cooperatives to get them to put our mooncakes on the shelves."
Secretary Guo did the math, "There are still ten days until the Mid-Autumn Festival, is it enough time?"
That means he agreed to do it.
Qiao Wanyue blinked. "As long as we start now, it's not too late."
Secretary Guo, "Can you do it?"
Qiao Wanyue nodded, "Yes."
Secretary Guo then began to consider the ingredients and feasibility.
He felt like he was possessed. Building a factory in the village was such a distant goal. Their commune didn't even have a factory. How could Xiahe Village possibly take the lead in this?
But he couldn't help thinking that there would always be someone who would be the first to try something new.
Give it a try.
What if?
As long as we don't cross the red line and find more side jobs for the villagers, everyone can have enough to eat, so what's wrong with that?
Although Qiao Wanyue's idea was somewhat dangerous and audacious, if it were actually implemented, not only would people in her village have jobs, but people in nearby villages would also have jobs, and everyone's lives would improve significantly.
But it's dangerous enough.
One wrong move and you could be labeled.
Despite warning of the danger, Secretary Guo still accompanied Qiao Wanyue on a tour of the county's supply and marketing cooperative and shopping mall.
The mooncakes sold in department stores and supply and marketing cooperatives were not the five-nut filling type, but rather the kind of mooncakes as big as a large face plate. There were almost no small ones. There were also some pastries, such as mung bean cakes and some more delicate pastries, which were more expensive than meat.
Secretary Guo increasingly felt that Qiao Wanyue's idea was feasible.
He immediately decided to have Qiao Wanyue buy some materials and make it.
Qiao Wanyue was waiting for him to say those words. Her idea needed the support of the village leaders. Secretary Guo was a shrewd person. He knew that the brigade leader was not a rigid person either. As long as it could make the villagers rich, he would do it if it was in accordance with the policy.
The two of them went to the department store again. Qiao Wanyue planned to make a small, exquisite pastry first. Her initial target customers were some leaders in the county. If they only served a few scattered customers, the commune would not be able to see their profits in a short period of time.
If we can see their benefits in a short period of time, then subsequent development will be much easier.
They went to a department store, where Qiao Wanyue bought some pears, cantaloupes, and red dates—some common and expensive fruits. When he saw her pay, Secretary Guo's heart sank.
That sack of fruit cost nearly ten yuan, not counting the glutinous rice and oil that Qiao Wanyue bought. These things cost nearly twenty yuan, and he suddenly regretted his decision.
That's such a waste of money.
Qiao Wanyue didn't notice Secretary Guo's toothache expression. She did have fruit in her spatial storage, but if she used it, she would lose money if the price was too low, and it would also easily expose her secret. She planned to buy it.
These were all made for the village, so of course she couldn't pay for them herself.
She has no intention of becoming a philanthropist.
Although Secretary Guo had a toothache, he didn't stop her. In fact, he would occasionally give her some pointers when she hesitated. After all, he was born in a big city and had seen and eaten his way around, so he could probably guess Qiao Wanyue's target customers.
"Should we order custom-made boxes?"
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