Wan Feng then gestured to the factory managers in Dongwan, who were clustered like a matchbox. "These are all factories that provide supporting services for me. They produce everything, even specializing in screws and nuts. Each company generates hundreds of thousands of yuan in annual revenue. Many of these bosses didn't have as much experience as you when they started out, and some even now don't know anything about machinery, but that hasn't stopped them from running their businesses. Do you think you can do it? Are you worse than them?"
"Boss Wan! You say I can do it too?" Wang Chunjiang was a little excited.
The little flame in his heart began to burn.
The security guard at the entrance of Nanwan Group looked at Wang Chunjiang with envy, another person who was lucky enough to be fooled by General Wan.
"Of course you can. If I say you can do it, then you can do it." Wan Feng said in a firm tone.
"But is this okay? I came out of the auto parts factory and now I'm trying to steal their business? Isn't that going to get people stabbed in the back?"
You see, this is just a romantic relationship. This kind of thinking is not acceptable when doing business.
"I'm not asking you to make all kinds of air pumps. Just make one type, and one that the parts factory doesn't produce. You're not in direct competition with the parts factory. If the parts factory goes bankrupt in the future, you can take over all the other types of air pumps."
"Just the same thing? An air pump that the parts factory doesn't have? What kind of air pump doesn't the parts factory have?"
"Haha! I've already got this done. It'll probably take twenty days. Song Xucheng has already designed it, but it needs to be verified technically and with samples at the parts factory. Once the verification is complete, I'll pay you a sum to buy the technology, and you can just specialize in producing this one thing."
Wan Feng originally intended to have the air pump designed by Song Xucheng be produced by the parts factory, but after contacting Wang Chunjiang at noon, he decided to give this product to Wang Chunjiang.
“How much can this product be produced in a year?”
This is a practical problem. If only 1,800 units are produced a year, Wang Chunjiang feels that he should go back to work honestly.
"The initial annual production volume is 50,000 units."
Fifty thousand units! That's a decent number. The market price of an air pump is between one hundred and fifty and two hundred yuan. Even if I make a net profit of ten yuan per unit, that's still five hundred thousand.
This deal is worth doing.
Now that we have the product, it’s time to worry about the factory, equipment and personnel.
"But I have neither a factory nor equipment nor people. How can I do it?"
"I have the factory equipment right here. You have to recruit the people yourself. We don't have enough staff right now, so we can't assign anyone to you. Can you recruit them? If not, go to the Labor Bureau's talent market and have a look."
"Do you still have equipment?"
"Don't forget, our Nanwan Group also manufactures various machine tools. To put it bluntly, some of our machine tools can even make an air pump on a single bed. But it's true that you can't use it. You don't understand how to use it."
The lathes that Wang Chunjiang fiddled with were all products from the 1950s and 1960s. Asking him to fiddle with a five-axis lathe would basically be harming him.
"I'll prepare the factory equipment for you, but of course the money is yours and you have to pay it back."
"How much money will it take to build this factory?"
"Just do the math."
Wan Feng and Wang Chunjiang squatted on the ground and started to settle the accounts.
"We're making the same thing as air pumps, with an annual output of 50,000 units. How many beds are needed?" Wan Feng asked.
Wang Chunjiang scratched on the ground: "Three lathes, a planer, a milling machine, a drilling machine..."
"Is one enough?"
"For one product, one is enough."
"Brother Wang! I have a production capacity of 50,000 units. You can handle all of these beds with just one."
"If we convert 50,000 units per day, excluding holidays and Sundays, that leaves us with more than 280 days, right?"
Wan Feng nodded. There are fifty Sundays in a year, plus holidays, which makes twenty days, which is about right.
"That's less than 180 units a day, which is enough."
Is that how it’s calculated?
"What if there are 100,000 in the future?"
Wanfeng in the development zone has been preparing a dump truck production line for two days, and one hundred thousand units may be put into production at any time.
"One hundred thousand of these machines would double the price. A new lathe costs fifty thousand, a planer twenty thousand, a milling machine forty thousand, and a boring machine twenty thousand..."
After the calculation, just buying various beds and auxiliary equipment would cost 700,000.
"Are you scared?"
"What are you afraid of?"
"The equipment alone will cost 700,000, which is enough for your annual income."
"Now that we've started to plan, we don't care about this anymore."
When Wang Chunjiang gets angry, he will rush forward with red eyes, and this is when his tiger spirit comes out.
"Come on! I'll show you the factory."
Wan Feng drove Wang Chunjiang to the old brigade yard below his home.
Now this yard has been separated from Wan Feng's house on the ridge, with a red brick wall built in the middle.
Since Zhou Binghua left the sock factory two years ago, this yard was briefly rented to Xu Qing's family in Xiaoshutun to open a hat factory. It seems that this spring Xu Qing's family built a factory building in their own yard, and the hat factory moved back, so this place became idle.
"Don't look down on this courtyard. If you settle here, you'll be the fourth tenant. The first company to start a business here was the Fengfeng Garment Factory, which is now above the train station, in that huge courtyard on the side of the road."
"I know Fengfeng Garment Factory. I saw the big sign on the door when I came here. It looks very impressive!"
"The garment factory has been operating in this courtyard for three or four years. The second company to start a business here was Zhou Binghua's hosiery factory. Zhou Binghua is also from the same street and originally worked at the Hongya Hosiery Factory. The hosiery factory is now in Sanjiaodi. She's also been here for two or three years. The third is a hat factory owner from this village. He briefly worked in this courtyard for more than half a year while his family renovated their building last year. Around May Day, he moved back after the building was completed. You are now the fourth tenant."
This yard now has a lot more usable rooms than before.
The original brigade supply and marketing cooperative and health center were moved next to the Wankou village office, leaving seven more houses.
The rent is 20,000 yuan a year, which is really not expensive.
Wan Feng took Wang Chunjiang for a walk in the yard.
"You'll work here for three years, then find a piece of land to build a new factory. Now all you have to do is go back and hire people. Including the foundry workers, you'll have to hire at least 40 or so people. This is no easy task."
"What salary should I pay to hire someone?"
"Using Jiangwei's wage standards, whether you're on piecework or fixed wages, a monthly salary of around 289 or 290 yuan will be fine. You can figure it out for yourself."
"I'll go back and apply for unpaid leave immediately. If the factory doesn't agree, I'll resign and then I'll hire someone. I don't believe they won't be able to recruit people with such a high salary."
Wang Chunjiang did what he said and returned to the county town that day to fight for his future.
Next, Wan Feng should discuss the issue of renovating the Xiaoshutun house with Li Quan.
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