Zheng Laosan looked at Wan Feng in surprise. "What else are you going to do, kid? I'm telling you, don't push people too far. If you get angry, everyone will be doomed."
"What's the big deal? It's good to be brave and courageous, but it depends on why. If you're defending your country, risking your life is nothing, but what's this that's got you risking your life? Can't you be a little more courageous?"
A fierce look flashed in Zheng Laosan's eyes, and he said harshly: "You, a little kid, think you can teach me a lesson? I'm going to build an empire..."
"I want to see your tiles." Wan Feng didn't want to listen to Zheng Laosan's bragging, so he interrupted him directly.
Zheng Laosan sat on the ground in confusion: "What are you going to do?"
"Just now I remember you mentioned that you also made cement tiles, and they are the same as ours. You are infringing our patent. I want to see it."
Zheng Laosan was completely furious this time: "This is simply too much. You want to force us into a desperate situation, right? It seems that if we don't fight hard..."
Although he didn't know what a patent was, he didn't think it would be a good thing.
Wan Feng didn't give Zheng Laosan a chance to vent his anger and interrupted him again: "I want to see the color and quality of the tiles you make. If they meet my requirements, I can sell them for you."
"What?"
Zheng Laosan's anger was reduced by four points by this sentence.
"I'll say it one last time. If the quality of the tiles you produce can meet our standards, I can sell them on your behalf. Do you understand? If you understand, take me to see it."
This was the first time Zheng Laosan heard the term "agent sales" and he didn't understand what it meant.
Seeing Zheng Laosan's confused look, Wan Feng shook his head.
"Consignment selling is a form of business, just like trading. We spend money to buy your products from you, resell them, and then sell them again. Do you understand now?"
"Isn't that speculation?"
Not bad, at least he understands speculation and profiteering.
"Have you seen anyone arresting people for speculation and profiteering?" Shenzhen has already been circled, so why are they arresting people for speculation and profiteering?
Zheng Laosan seemed to recall it carefully and shook his head.
"Can you lead the way this time?"
Zheng Laosan was silent for a moment, then said to a young man, "Zhu Zi, take this... kid to the kiln factory to have a look. I'll go home first."
This guy probably hasn't figured it out yet. He feels embarrassed to bring the person who defeated them to see the goods even though his side lost face. He probably has to hide for a while.
The guy named Zhuzi made a gesture of invitation towards a road leading to a village not far away.
Wan Feng stepped onto the village road and turned back to Xia Qiulong who was following closely behind him, saying, "Don't bring so many people with you. We're going to do business, not rob houses. Tell your brothers to disperse and do what they need to do."
Xia Qiulong seemed uneasy and asked anxiously, "Is this okay?"
"We're going to help them solve their problem, so they should welcome us with drums and gongs. Are you afraid they'll beat us up?"
Although these people have a low level of education, they live on the outskirts of the city and have some knowledge and experience, so they cannot be considered completely ignorant.
Wan Feng believed that they still knew what was important.
Xia Qiulong turned around and asked Wu and Liu He to take their brothers away. He followed Wan Feng and Zhuzi into Qianyao Village alone.
There are several earthen kilns in front of Qianyao Village, emitting thick blue smoke.
Passing through these kilns is a simple site. It is obvious that this site has not been cultivated for a long time, and you can still faintly smell the fragrance of the land.
Some sheds mainly made of wooden supports were built on the site. Wan Feng saw at a glance that some of the sheds were piled with finished cement tiles, while some of the sheds had semi-finished products that were in the curing period.
Wan Feng walked straight to the pile of finished tiles and reached out to pick up a cement tile.
From the outside, there is almost no difference between the tiles made in the front kiln and those made in the back kiln, they are exactly the same imitations.
He knocked on the tiles to listen to the sound they made, and a smile barely escaped his lips.
He picked up another tile and threw it to the ground, then smashed the tile in his hand hard on the tile.
With a loud crash, the tiles broke into several large pieces.
The tiles are not broken into pieces, which means the quality is still acceptable. They may not be as good as the tiles that have dented, but the difference is not too big.
He bent down to pick up a fragment, looked at the broken part and nodded.
"Go and call Zheng Laosan."
Someone left quickly, and a few minutes later Zheng Laosan came back mopping the floor, his face still not looking very good.
"Brother Zheng, you're the one doing the math here, right?"
"Why do you ask that?"
"Next I want to discuss business and I need to find someone to do the accounting. If you don't want the accounting, please find someone to do it." Wan Feng said it bluntly.
"If you have anything to say, just tell me. I'll take care of it."
Wan Feng glanced at the people in front of the kiln: "Is what he said true?"
Zheng Laosan was furious: "You don't believe me?"
"Why should I trust you, you idiot?"
"You..." Zheng Laosan started glaring again.
"Third brother is the one who counts in our kiln." The man named Zhuzi who led Wan Feng here came forward to testify.
Wan Feng nodded slightly. "That's good, Brother Zheng. Next we need to discuss cooperation. You'd better change your expression. Your frowning face doesn't look like cooperation, but rather like highway robbery."
Zheng Laosan puffed his beard and glared: "Why, do you still want me to smile in return?"
"Forget it, you're just a piece of rotten wood, you can make whatever expression you want. Now let's get down to business. How many sets of molds do you have now? I want to hear the truth, not some empty talk."
"Four hundred sets."
The starting point was not low. When we first started, we only had 200 sets of molds.
Four hundred sets of molds can produce more than ten thousand pieces a month, which is not bad.
"What is your cost calculation for tiles?"
Zheng Laosan hesitated for a moment and said, "Fifty-fifty."
This is a bit far-fetched. When the technology was first developed, the cost was only five points. Now, as the technology becomes more mature and the experience increases, this value has become a little more than four points.
Wan Feng didn't believe that the cost of this group of people who had been tinkering with tiles for decades would be higher than the original value of Wa Hou. Even if they had never tinkered with cement tiles before, the other experience they had accumulated in burning tiles in the past was incomparable to Wa Hou.
"truth."
Zheng Laosan grunted for a while and said, "Four and a half."
This value should be reasonable.
"Brother Zheng, if there's no market for the First Construction Company, aren't there Second Construction Company and Third Construction Company? Why aren't these tiles being sent there?"
"They don't trust this new thing. They don't want it."
I see.
"My philosophy is that everyone makes money. If you make a little, I make a little. If you're good, I'm good, and everyone benefits. So, Brother Zheng, listen carefully. I'll buy your tiles. For this quality, I'll give you 70% of the price per tile. I'll give you ten minutes to consider it. If you agree, we'll sign a contract."
"What? Seven cents! This price..."
Zheng Laosan fell into deep thought
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