The cost of 60,000 bricks is 600 yuan. Based on 40,000 finished bricks, each brick can be sold for 1,200 yuan at 3 cents.
"We still have a surplus of 600 yuan this month! Then we will have a profit of more than 3,000 yuan by the end of the year." There was surprise in Zhang Hai's voice.
This is still the case when the losses are large in the early stage. As their technology becomes more and more sophisticated and their experience becomes richer, the losses will drop significantly and the profits will increase.
And those defective bricks commonly known as turtle bricks are not impossible to sell. Although they have strange shapes and are not of standard, they are guaranteed to be cheap to buy, so it should not be a problem to sell them at the cost.
A kiln of 20,000 defective turtle bricks can be recycled for 1200 yuan.
These are just red bricks, they also have cement bricks and cement tiles.
"So by the end of the year, we'll be almost done paying off the loan."
Look, this is stupid again.
People in that era were simple. If you owed a bank loan, you would be restless and unable to sleep at night. You would try every possible means to pay off the loan as soon as possible to feel at ease. Zhang Hai also thought so.
The loan at that time was like being lent to you for free, and the interest was completely negligible. People who were anxious to repay the loan were stupid.
"Why are you in such a hurry to pay back the loan?"
"Of course I have to pay back the money I owe. How can I live peacefully if I don't? If I don't pay it back, the loan officer will come to my house."
"You're being stupid, aren't you? You can pay the interest. If you pay the interest, the loan officer will guarantee that he won't spend the New Year at your house."
"But won't we have money by then? Why not pay it back?"
Wan Feng really wanted to slap Zhang Hai into the rice ditch by the roadside, but considering that he might not be able to beat him because he had been a soldier and was also senior to him, he did not dare to put this idea into action.
"The members have worked hard all year, shouldn't they see a bonus during the New Year? You've already paid off your loans, so what are you going to give them? And you're making it so they can't even afford new clothes for the New Year? You can't even afford to buy a pound of meat? You can't even afford to set off firecrackers?"
Zhang Hai scratched his head. "You mean we only pay the interest on the loan, and then distribute the money to the members, so they can have a happy New Year?"
"That's right. When the members have money, they will naturally be more motivated. Wouldn't it be sweet to have a purpose in everything we do? Your prestige will also be greatly improved, and your orders will be most enforced in the future."
"So there's this kind of operation, why didn't I think of it?"
"Only a fool would not use the money to make more money. The interest is only a few cents. Do you know how much profit you can make by just keeping it in your hands? The premise is that you don't embezzle it."
This is the experience I've accumulated over decades of life. Now you know that all these years have not been in vain.
Zhang Hai suddenly realized, "Yes! You're right. Using other people's money to make your own money is high! It's really high! It's as high as Gaojiazhuang!"
This movie was worth watching, I remembered the lines.
Wan Feng quickly sensed that Zhang Hai's footsteps seemed to become more powerful, and the ground was creaking with his stomping.
But all of this is just talk now, and it will take some effort to realize it.
On the second morning, Xiao Dexiang brought two masters to the Wahou team. After visiting the site, a group of people designed tile-making molds in a newly built house on the site.
After discussion and demonstration, we finally selected two tile patterns from the four tile patterns painted by Wan Feng, and then finalized a ridge tile pattern.
Xiao Dexiang's two tile patterns definitely have a market in rural areas.
After the tile mold was determined, the cement brick mold was also determined.
Most cement tile molds in later generations were made of plastic, but in the 1980s, plastic was still a rare thing. Even Taizhou, the national plastic kingdom, had not yet grown to a large scale in the 1980s.
Therefore, iron or wooden products can only be used as substitutes. Wooden products are easily deformed after being soaked in cement, so Wan Feng chose an iron mold.
The tile-making mold is actually a box with a specially shaped bottom and lid. Pour the prepared cement into the box and vibrate it for a short time. Then take the mold to a cool, dark place to dry.
The drying time in the shade is usually 24 hours in summer and about two hours in winter.
Once the concrete in the mold has completely solidified and is separated from the mold, the production of a tile is completed.
The same principle applies to the production of cement bricks.
Considering that the initial sales volume is unlikely to be too large and for cost reasons, only 100 sets of each mold were ordered, including the cement brick mold, for a total of 400 sets of molds, each set was priced at 1.60 yuan.
This is already a very favorable price.
Although the price of scrap iron is only three cents, a set of molds requires at least ten pounds of pig iron. Add to that the messy processes such as manual sand casting, and the cost price of a set is estimated to be more than one yuan.
Factories naturally want to make money from processing, and the extra surplus is their profit.
It is not Wan Feng's concern whether Xiao Dexiang and his men manufacture the products privately or get them processed in a factory. No matter how they process it, as long as they can manufacture it, it will be fine.
Xiao Dexiang took the drawings back and promised to produce it within a week.
Zhang Hai also went straight to Dongdan City to buy the machine.
His busy days are still ahead. Buying coal and cement, applying for business licenses, and running around are enough to make him anxious.
Without support from above, he alone would not be able to solve these problems, because many things are supplied with tickets.
In 1980, the price of coal was as cheap as dirt on the roadside, ten yuan a ton, but you couldn't buy anything without a ticket.
Tickets were used throughout the 1980s. In Wan Feng's memory, almost everything in the city required a ticket or voucher.
Whether it was grain, cloth, beverages, kerosene, vegetables, meat, or eggs, tickets were required. In some places, there were even feces tickets and urine tickets. However, if the city dwellers at that time did not have these messy tickets, they would have difficulty moving forward.
There weren't so many coupons in the countryside, at least not egg coupons, sugar coupons, etc., but food coupons and cloth coupons were necessities, and some industrial products could not be bought without supply coupons.
Coal is one of them, but Wan Feng really can't remember whether cement requires a ticket.
As a major industrial province, Beiliao Province has no shortage of cement factories. When it was just liberated, there were several cement factories with high production in Beiliao Province.
Hongya County also built a silicate cement plant in 1977 and 1978, mainly to supply local needs. Its products are No. 225 and No. 325 cement.
Yes, you read that right, it is No. 225. Even many people working in construction today may not know that there was once No. 225 cement.
Wan Feng couldn't remember whether it was 1998 or 1999 when No. 225 cement was eliminated from the market, but there was no trace of No. 225 cement on the market after those two years.
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