Xiong Xuepeng has an enviable high school diploma.
I was originally happy to work in a small class after graduation.
But his father had some kind of crazy idea.
Surprisingly, he's doing very well in the plastics industry.
At first, it was just small-scale work, making some plastic shells by hand.
Then, as they kept doing it, it got bigger and bigger.
The factory was also set up, and the best equipment in China was purchased from within the state-owned enterprise.
Well, how should I put this batch of equipment?
It was imported from abroad by a state-owned enterprise, but after spending all the money, it was abandoned in a corner to collect dust after only a few days.
This was a very common phenomenon at the time.
After the reforms, the higher authorities instructed: Go out and learn from our experiences.
The strategy of exchanging technology for market access has become the mainstream.
Some companies began using foreign exchange to import large quantities of equipment from abroad.
The operating rate of these precious pieces of equipment is truly worrying.
There was even a case in the mountain city where a production line with foreign equipment worth tens of millions of yuan was wasted and left idle because the heating outlets could not meet the demand due to the use of natural gas.
There are also cases where new equipment arrives but remains unopened for several years.
Therefore, Xiong Xuepeng's father bought this batch of injection molding equipment.
We're planning to make a big splash.
But to everyone's surprise, the equipment had just been installed.
The person is gone!
He passed away from an illness before he could even say his last words.
Xiong Xuepeng had no choice but to resign and take over the factory, attempting to produce enough to support the workers.
However, Xiong Xuepeng is not good with words, doesn't know how to handle situations, and is somewhat dull.
He's also a complete idiot when it comes to drinking.
In the business world, there are only two kinds of people: the ruthless tycoons who live a life of luxury and the cowards who barely scrape by.
Xiong Xuepeng couldn't even smell the food properly; orders came and went, making it impossible to cover the factory's expenses.
It went out of business in less than a year.
They might as well just farm the land near the factory; at least they wouldn't starve.
He recognized Liu, who had suddenly arrived.
In the past, many orders were handled by Da Liu.
Xiong Xuepeng put down the water hose, wiped off the dirt, and jogged over:
"Brother Liu, what brings you here?"
Da Liu looked at Xiong Xuepeng, who was practically lying down, with some disdain, and said, "Let me introduce you. This is Boss Wu. He wants to see the condition of your factory."
Xiong Xuepeng was stunned for a long time: "Factory? There's nothing to see here, I'm all alone."
Wu Changfeng didn't waste any words: "The equipment is still there, isn't it?"
"They're all still here; it's something to remember them by."
"Stop being so sentimental!" Wu Changfeng said, somewhat annoyed. "Show me around. If you're interested, I'll give you a 100 million yuan order. Get production up and running!"
"Huh?" Xiong Xuepeng was so confused that he didn't even know whether to step with his left or right foot.
Da Liu gave him a push: "Hurry up and open the workshop door."
Xiong Xuepeng opened the workshop with his mind almost blank.
I stood there blankly at the door.
Wu Changfeng sighed. This guy really was just like what Da Liu said.
He's simply not cut out for business.
Da Liu accompanied Wu Changfeng on a tour.
Apart from some dust on the equipment, everything was intact.
The types of equipment are similar to those at Director Zhou's factory.
Wu Changfeng called Xiong Xuepeng over: "I'm asking you, if I give you 200,000 yuan, can you get the factory up and running?"
"ah?"
“The 200,000 yuan isn’t just given away for nothing; we have to settle the debt with products.”
"ah?"
Did you understand what I said?
"ah?"
"Damn it!" Wu Changfeng retorted to Xiong Xuepeng, "Are you alright?"
Da Liu said from the side, "See, I told you this guy is standing on a gold mine, but he doesn't know how to dig it up."
Wu Changfeng shook Xiong Xuepeng: "Are you selling your factory? I'll buy it!"
"You said you'd give me 200,000?" Xiong Xuepeng finally realized what was going on.
Da Liu and Liu Tiao were speechless.
What kind of species is this?!
That's an incredibly long reaction time!
Wu Changfeng sighed: "What I want to ask is, are you selling your factory?"
"Not for sale! Are you kidding me? These all belong to my father!"
After a series of nonsensical exchanges, they finally managed to bring Xiong Xuepeng's reaction time back to the same starting line.
Xiong Xuepeng was also excited: "You mean you'll provide start-up capital? I'll manufacture the parts for you?"
"Good that you understand."
"Absolutely no problem!" Xiong Xuepeng patted his chest as if he were having a sudden burst of energy before death: "Don't underestimate me just because I'm young, I'm full of drive!"
Wu Changfeng always felt that this person was unreliable: "Let me ask you, what do you do when workers skip work, chat away from their posts, slack off, disobey orders, complain, and so on?"
Xiong Xuepeng's mind went blank for a moment, and he stammered for a long time without being able to say a word.
Wu Changfeng sighed, "Sigh...giving you money is like throwing it down the drain!"
"Then, what should we do?" Xiong Xuepeng asked.
Wu Changfeng then asked, "Do you have any ideals or things you want to do?"
"Of course! I really love playing music, I'll sing one for you."
"Stop!" Wu Changfeng thought for a moment and said, "How about this, I'll send an administrator over to assist you in managing things."
"You just need to collect money and check the accounts, play music when you have nothing else to do, and don't interfere with management. The factory is still yours, how about that?"
"This, this isn't a good idea, is it?" Xiong Xuepeng hesitated.
Wu Changfeng flicked his clothes: "Fine then, you can go die with this factory. I'm leaving."
"Hey, don't go!" Xiong Xuepeng hugged Wu Changfeng: "The finance department must be mine."
"I don't care who it is, you can arrange things however you want, just don't interfere with the management."
Wu Changfeng continued, "I'm really afraid you'll ruin my money."
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