Everyone sat in the conference room of the instant noodle factory, feeling in disbelief.
Not long after that, the factory building was built and the office was so grand that it was not much different from the big factories in the county.
It would be great if this factory was built in their commune.
Fortunately, when the factory was recruiting, it gave two quotas to each commune, which was impartial and completely fair.
Secretary Huang spoke first, "Other factories' instant noodles are 20 cents a pack, so we definitely can't be more expensive than that, so let's set it at 20 cents as well. As for this boxed one, the cost is a little higher, so let's set it at 50 cents, how about that?"
Secretary Li nodded: "This price is OK."
He knew that the main products of Xiaojing Non-staple Food Processing Factory were also 20 cents a bag, and they made a lot of money.
Secretary Zhou frowned.
He is the person mainly responsible for the operation of the factory. He knows the cost of a pack of instant noodles. Although two cents is not a loss, he will not make much profit either.
He coughed and said, "Rice production has increased significantly, and the price has dropped a bit, but wheat production has not increased. The price is still there. Do you know how much wheat flour is needed for a pack of instant noodles? Wheat flour is secondary. The main thing is that the noodles are fried in oil, which is expensive. Add to that the seasoning and vegetable packets. The cost is almost 10 cents. There are other miscellaneous expenses. The cost of a pack of instant noodles is about 18 cents. If the price is 20 cents, then the ex-factory price to others can only be 19 cents, and you only make 1 cent per pack. Do the math yourself, is it worth it?"
Others were only responsible for investing, and after giving the money they didn't pay attention to other things. They didn't know that the cost of a bowl of instant noodles was so high.
Secretary Huang scratched his head: "Then it's Sanmao?"
Secretary Zhou nodded. Three cents is not a low price. He can make one cent. As long as the sales volume is large, he should be able to make back his investment within a year.
Jiang Wanyue said calmly, "Sanmao can only be called a barely profitable business, but it is far from enough. The first 50,000 yuan invested has been almost spent. We must earn a large amount of money back as soon as possible so that we can buy other machines, expand production, hire more employees, and make our instant noodle factory a famous brand in Lianhu County."
She paused and said, "I think this kind of instant noodles in simple plastic packaging can be priced at 50 cents, and this kind of boxed noodles can be priced at one dollar."
Upon hearing the price, everyone present was stunned.
They are all cadres, and from a certain perspective, they are not short of money.
But asking them to spend one dollar to buy a box of instant noodles is still a bit reluctant.
A steamed bun costs only a few cents and can be enough for a meal. Who would want to spend a dollar to buy instant noodles?
"Everyone should remember that our product is mainly sold at train stations, and the target audience is people who are on the go." Jiang Wanyue smiled, "People who are on the go are tired of eating steamed buns and dry food, and their mouths are tasteless. Instant noodles just meet their needs. Since everyone doesn't believe it, why don't the factory treat everyone to instant noodles at noon today."
Speaking of this, everyone was looking forward to it.
The factory has been built for so long, but they still don’t know what their own products taste like.
Even Secretary Zhou, who was in charge of the factory, had never tasted it, mainly because he had heard that there had been some corruption incident in the Xiaojing factory before, and Director Jiang had been reported to the county party secretary. Fortunately, Director Jiang had never taken a single needle or thread from the factory, otherwise he would have been finished. So, even though he came to the factory from time to time, he did not dare to take anything from the factory, for fear of being seen and reported.
After the meeting, everyone gathered in the cafeteria.
Each person gets a bowl of instant noodles, packaged in a box, with two flavors to choose from.
Most people couldn't take their eyes off the word "beef" and chose braised beef noodles.
The canteen boiled water and poured it directly in, tore open the seasoning, covered it with a seal, and waited for three to five minutes. Soon, the canteen was filled with the aroma of instant noodles.
Everyone couldn't wait to eat.
"It's called braised beef noodles, but I don't see any beef."
"This seasoning must be made from beef broth. It smells so good. Oh my god, it's delicious!"
"I have been a secretary for so many years, but I have never eaten noodles that are so delicious. It's absolutely amazing!"
"If I'm on a business trip by train and someone happens to be selling this, I'll take it even if it's only one dollar!"
“Who says it’s not?”
Everyone was easily conquered by instant noodles.
After the product is put into production, the next step is to open up channels.
Given the previous cooperation between Xiaojing Non-staple Food Processing Factory and the railway station, this time the cooperation discussions went very smoothly.
The ex-factory prices of instant noodles are 45 cents and 80 cents respectively. Allowing the railway station to make a profit will help them promote their products better.
In the midst of the busyness, Zhao Xiangbei's wedding arrived.
He was one of the earliest three people in Xiaojing Processing Factory. Now he is the chief accountant. His salary has been increasing. He is a well-known young talent in the village. The door of his house is almost broken down by people who came to propose marriage. In the end, he chose a female worker from the commune's snakeskin bag factory. No one in the village was too surprised.
The Zhao family’s wedding was particularly grand.
Jiang Wanyue brought her three children to the banquet. There were four people in her family, so they sat on half of the table. Therefore, she gave more as a gift, a full five yuan, which was considered very high in the countryside.
Aunt Zhao felt very embarrassed, and when the banquet was over, she forced Jiang Wanyue to take a whole untouched chicken back with her to have on the dish the next day.
The wedding was held at the end of June, and it was already midsummer in a blink of an eye.
Song Huaizhi's fifth grade study career is about to end.
The last exam in elementary school is organized by the commune, which is the entrance exam from elementary school to junior high school. Students are admitted to the commune middle school based on their scores. Those with poor grades either repeat the grade or drop out.
Of course, few people these days are willing to spend money to repeat their studies. Basically, they drop out of school and start working in the fields at home to earn work points. When they are older, they try to find a job in a factory. If they can't, they will spend their whole lives farming, finding a wife and having children, and that's how they will live their whole lives.
Fortunately, there is a factory in the brigade now, and people from Xiaojing Brigade are given priority in recruiting. Some children who dropped out of school finally have a place to go.
The last day of June is the unified examination for fifth graders in primary schools.
Jiang Wanyue rode a bicycle, let Huaizhi sit on the back seat, and took him to the commune to take the exam.
Students from all teams take the exam here. The oldest child is almost fifteen years old, and the youngest is Song Huaizhi, who is only nine years old this year.
A nine-year-old child is like a small carrot, standing out among a crowd.
A parent scolded his own child: "Look at Director Jiang's son, he is so much younger than you and is in the same grade as you, aren't you ashamed?"
The child snorted, "Mom, look at Director Jiang, he's much younger than you and he's already a leader, are you ashamed?"
The parent: “…”
Everyone around smiled kindly.
After the children went in to take the exam, the adults waited at the door.
Jiang Wanyue didn't have much time to waste here. She went to the coloring workshop of the bamboo weaving factory and made some suggestions. When she came back, the first exam was just over.
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