"You must be joking!" Xing Baohua asked with a smile.
"You were joking first. Ten thousand a day, who can afford that tuition!" Old Mou spread his hands, with an expression that said, "You think I'm easy to rip off?"
"I'm sending you here to learn so you can avoid some detours. If you go in the wrong direction, it's not just a matter of hundreds of thousands or millions; you might have to pay a price of tens of millions or even hundreds of millions."
"Chatting with a big boss like you is so boring. You're always talking about tens of millions or hundreds of millions, as if I've never seen money before. You keep talking about tens of millions or hundreds of millions, while my tuition is only a few hundred thousand or a million. You care? You have to do this: I'll provide food and lodging, and I'll teach you until you learn it."
This theory truly surprised Xing Baohua. When did Lao Mou start cheating? No wonder he's a master of three entries and three exits.
"Damn it, they're blaming me."
"Hey, hey, young people shouldn't talk nonsense! You're the one who made me the vanguard, the one who charged into battle for you. I'm fifty years old, I'm not afraid of death, but you have to teach me everything so I can survive in this sales market for a while."
Xing Baohua turned her head to look at the other person. This was the first time today that she had looked at this old man so seriously.
Legendary figures are indeed legendary, and the old saying is true: when seasoned veterans of the underworld get tough, no newcomer can handle them.
"Here's what you'll do: go to the rice workshop and find Director Li, and work as his assistant. If you can learn even one-tenth of his skills, your future will be limitless."
Xing Baohua's words made Lao Mou laugh out loud. He pointed at Xing Baohua and said, "I'm already at the age where I'm practically dead, and I'm still limitless."
“You still have thirty or forty years of glory ahead of you; the older you get, the more precious you become,” Xing Baohua said with a smile. He didn’t dare say that at least half of those thirty years had been spent inside.
When he came out, he was already in his seventies, but he still wanted to contribute his remaining energy by playing this game and making waves in the entertainment industry.
Though old in age, one's heart remains young.
“I’ll only work for another ten years or so before retiring. You don’t know, when I was a kid, everyone in my family said I was a good-for-nothing, a hopeless case. Back then, I vowed to be strong and hardworking, to love my work with my life, and that one day I would make something of myself.”
"I thought you were so inspiring! Turns out it's just a vow!" Xing Baohua continued with a smile.
"Isn't this oath good? I've achieved some success, I'm considered a wealthy person, of course I can't compare to you."
“I thought your vow was that after I die, you can smear my ashes on the wall and say I’m hopeless. This time, let them see how long I can stay on the wall. Hmm, smear me high up so I can see further. Don’t smear me low, or the dogs will piss all over me.”
Old Mou feigned anger and said, "Are you kidding me, this old man?"
The two then burst into laughter. Xing Baohua accompanied Lao Mou to the factory and introduced him to Director Li. The two were from the same generation, so there was no generation gap.
The two men had different backgrounds; one was a leader in a formal factory, while the other came from an unconventional background. They each had different experiences in dealing with superiors.
As for managing the factory, Director Li is far superior to Director Mou.
Xing Baohua meant that Lao Mou lacked management skills and relied entirely on his subordinates for management. He talked a lot at the top, but he didn't understand the actual situation of what his subordinates were doing. He just listened to what his subordinates said.
His business ventures all failed because his subordinates caused trouble, and he couldn't clean up the mess.
Ultimately, due to a broken cash flow, he ran out of funds to cover his other debts.
Xing Baohua didn't want him to work on mobile phones or large-scale integrated circuits, and that's why!
He needs to explain everything from departmental production to employee positions, including how many electronic components make up a mobile phone or a large-scale integrated circuit, and how many processes are involved.
I don't know anything about it, I just know that I have a factory that produces this and that.
This kind of person is only suitable to be a shareholder who doesn't need to do anything.
Old Director Li is the chairman of the trade union at the rice electronics factory. As Xing Baohua previously designated, rice is a workers' home, and that's absolutely right. The workers all hold shares in the factory, and the better the factory performs, the more the workers earn.
This model has been praised by higher authorities and has been appropriately promoted in some enterprises, with good results so far.
After seeing Xing Baohua off, Factory Director Li led Lao Mou on a stroll through the factory workshop. He recounted how the factory had grown from a rice mill to a straw rope factory, and now into a world-class enterprise – all in just a few years!
It's such a large-scale operation, employing tens of thousands of people. These tens of thousands of people are not only employed by this rice factory, but also by the home appliance industry, downstream supply chain, power plants, and so on.
Many of these words left Lao Mou completely bewildered. He knew how to manage the company, after all, the company only had less than fifty people, yet it claimed to have earned hundreds of millions. In reality, he couldn't even come up with 500,000 yuan in working capital.
To be honest, he started out as a middleman and only got his business through a lucky break.
However, its foundation is very shallow, and it cannot withstand any storms. Most of it is just making money with other people's money.
Because he had attended several classes taught by Western economists, he learned that the origin of capital lies in using other people's money to make money for oneself, and he gained a lot of insights from this.
It was a bit late to start, but it's not too late. Only later did I understand the age-old principle of getting something for nothing.
I didn't learn the essence of what our ancestors taught us, but when I went to listen to outsiders chanting sutras, I realized that it was all stuff our ancestors had already done.
Xing Baohua provided him with food, lodging, and training, on the condition that in one or two years, when foreign brands entered the domestic market, he would be responsible for engaging in a price war with them and squeezing out their market share.
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