Ma Yunfei stared at the dagger in horror, muttering to himself, "Mom, what...what did I do wrong? God, please...please open your eyes, you can't let me suffer like this!"
Ma Yunfei tried to get out of bed, but failed several times.
He had no strength left in his body, like a person who was about to breathe his last.
He gasped for breath and just watched the night pass by.
Ma Yunfei finally drifted off to sleep just before dawn.
He was awakened by a loud knocking on the door.
"Brother Ma, get up and have breakfast."
Summer called from outside the door.
"I...I'm here."
Ma Yunfei struggled to his feet, got dressed, and went to the dining room.
Xia Tian asked in surprise, "Brother Ma, what's wrong with you? You're pale and your eyes are bloodshot. Are you sick?"
"No... I'm not sick. I had several nightmares last night and didn't sleep well."
Xia Jiufa said coldly, "Xiao Ma, sit down and eat breakfast. Having a few nightmares isn't scary. What's scary is when nightmares become reality."
Clearly, Xia Jiufa's words had a hidden meaning, serving as a further warning to Ma Yunfei: Don't even think about making a move on my daughter, or your nightmare will come true.
Ma Yunfei sat down, and when he picked up his chopsticks, his fingers trembled so much that he dropped them on the ground.
Xia Jiufa sneered, "Xiao Ma, as long as you don't do anything wrong, your nightmares won't come true. There's no need to be so afraid."
Ma Yunfei picked up the chopsticks and nodded repeatedly.
What happened last night really terrified Ma Yunfei.
Because he realized that Xia Jiufa really wanted to kill him.
Xia Jiufa's wife died early, and he raised his daughter Xia Tian alone. He had an extraordinary affection for his daughter.
Now, a country bumpkin who's been married and has a daughter is trying to seduce his daughter and even bewitch her. This makes Xia Jiufa furious.
"President Xia, I...I understand."
Ma Yunfei had to examine his actions. He admitted that he had indeed been too lenient with Xia Tian. If he had reprimanded her severely when she first showed intimacy with him, things wouldn't have developed to this point.
Ma Yunfei has realized his mistake, and he feels that he is not 100% wronged.
After the meal, the group went to Jiufa Company.
Xia Jiufa said, "Let's go to the conference room and discuss the issue of deep processing of yams."
Xia Jiufa brought a stack of documents from his office and said, "Regarding the issue of deep processing of yams, our company has recently conducted some research. From the perspective of the domestic market, the price of yam powder is not ideal; first-grade powder can only sell for ten yuan. Generally speaking, it takes six jin of yams to process one jin of powder. According to the current market conditions, first-grade yams are already selling for 1.3 yuan, so the total price of six jin of yams is close to eight yuan. In other words, there is only a two-yuan profit margin for yam powder, which is obviously too small."
Ma Yunfei asked, "President Xia, if we use second- or third-grade yams for processing, wouldn't the profit margin be much higher?"
"The problem is that the powder made from third-grade yam is of lower quality. In short, there is not much demand for yam powder in the domestic market, and the price is not ideal."
Ma Yunfei was somewhat disheartened and asked, "President Xia, according to your market research, there's not much of a future in processing yam powder."
"Yes, at least, there is no prospect in the domestic market. Nowadays, Chinese people do not pay much attention to health care and have not yet realized the value of yam powder."
Ma Yunfei asked, "Mr. Xia, have you investigated the international market?"
Xia Jiufa glared at Ma Yunfei and said unhappily, "I'm an old businessman, how could I not pay attention to the international market? Currently, the price of first-grade yam powder on the international market is over thirty yuan, and the profit margin is quite large."
Ma Yunfei asked excitedly, "President Xia, have you found a sales channel in the international market?"
"Currently, we are working to expand our sales channels and have already contacted several trading companies. The problem now is that the international market has high quality requirements for yam powder. If we use domestically produced machines to grind the powder, it will not meet the quality standards of the international market."
Ma Yunfei said excitedly, "Then let's use imported machines."
Mr. Xia sneered and asked, "Xiao Ma, do you know how much an imported fully automated production line costs? I inquired about it, and one production line costs over 20 million."
Ma Yunfei was startled and asked, "Why is it so expensive?"
"They have automated production lines. Yams go in at one end and packaged yam powder comes out at the other. How can they not be expensive? Moreover, this production line is not easy to master. I heard that some people have tried to do this, but after the production line was installed, it kept breaking down."
Ma Yunfei said with a smile, "That's because there are no mechanical engineers, and mastering this kind of fully automated production line also requires training a group of skilled workers."
Xia Jiu asked, "Little Ma, you're just a country bumpkin who doesn't know anything. Even if I gave you this production line, I'm afraid you still wouldn't be able to produce yam powder."
Xia Jiufa's disdainful look annoyed Ma Yunfei. He patted his chest and said, "President Xia, as long as I can get this fully automated production line, I can start it up and produce qualified yam powder."
"Little Ma, then you should pray to God to give you a fully automated production line."
Xia Tian asked leisurely, "Dad, I think that since there is profit to be made in the international market for yam powder, we might as well introduce a fully automated production line."
Xia Jiufa shook his head and refused decisively, saying, "Daughter, I'm in the trading business, not running a factory. Besides, our company can't afford an investment of over 20 million."
Xia Tian sighed and said helplessly, "In that case, the deep processing of yams will have to be put on hold."
Ma Yunfei frowned deeply. He suddenly remembered something. Thirty years ago, when he was researching in the library, he had read a report about a company that had introduced a powder processing production line. However, because it lacked engineering and technical personnel, the production line could not operate normally. So, the company wanted to sell the production line at a low price, but no one was willing to take it over.
Ma Yunfei racked his brains trying to remember the name of the company. When he first saw the information, he only felt regretful and didn't delve into it or remember the company's name.
Now, he has been reborn back to thirty years ago, and he just happens to want to get involved in the deep processing of yams. This news is like a godsend for him.
Ma Yunfei vaguely remembers that this news report was published in the Economic Daily.
Right, I need to hurry to the library and find this newspaper.
Ma Yunfei stood up and said urgently, "President Xia, I need to go to the library right away to look up some relevant information. I think the international market price of yam powder is very attractive, and I've decided to set up a yam powder processing plant."
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