Chapter 722 Price Reduction of 900 Million
The factory's procedures were complicated, but He Yuxiang guaranteed that at least 80% of the workers could stay, so the procedures were completed quickly.
Meanwhile, those who were keeping a close eye on Chen Qing criticized her again, accusing her of embezzlement.
Otherwise, how would his nephew have the money to buy a factory?
corruption--
It has always been a taboo word.
Chen Qing is once again besieged, and public resentment is about to reach its peak.
A person who was once praised by everyone can suddenly become a pariah.
After seeing the newspaper, He Yuxiang went straight to Pingping and said, "Scold them, and I'll help you solve the newspaper publication problem!"
Pingping: "Received!"
She frowned, carefully searching for critical words.
A meeting was also held inside the summer sportswear factory.
Chen Qing: "Summon foreign and Hong Kong businessmen for talks!"
Upon hearing this, everyone in the conference room turned ashen-faced.
Perhaps the people who accepted the summer sportswear factory would be willing to keep their group of retired cadres.
But Chen Qing won't be the leader anymore...
Over the years, under her leadership, the entire group has worked together as one, only wanting to lead the garment factory to a higher level, because the veterans see Shengxia Sports Garment Factory as their own child.
Rising from the ground up, it expanded and made more and more money, becoming number one in the country and influencing many people.
But now—
The floodgates of reform and opening up have been opened, and given the current momentum, it will be difficult to close them.
Since the factory manager was willing to negotiate, they had no choice but to agree.
The factory manager puts in the most effort throughout the entire garment factory.
It can be said that without Chen Qing, there would be no Shengxia Sports Apparel Factory!
Without her, there would be no nearly 400 million yuan in net profit over the past few years!
She chose to give up.
They simply couldn't find fault with it.
They all thought the factory manager would stand firm this time, but unexpectedly...
They will become tools for others to make money.
Secretary Zhang secretly wiped away her tears.
Everyone at the conference table had red eyes.
Everyone here is willing to contribute and work hard for the garment factory!
I even think it would be great to stay here for the rest of my life.
As a result, because the higher-ups need huge profits, it is now going to be destroyed.
However, when they needed to seek cooperation from outside, Wu De'en, the Hong Kong businessman who was most willing, took the opportunity to lower the price to 900 million.
After spending so much time and resources, do you really think it's just to make Chen Qing admit defeat?
Of course not.
Nobody's money comes from thin air.
If you can lower the price, you should!
He displayed the true nature of a businessman.
He also told Chen Qing, "Sign the contract within five days, or it will cost eight hundred million."
The upper management is a bit confused.
A perfectly good 1 billion yuan suddenly becomes 900 million yuan, and the profit is reduced by more than half. Nobody can stand that.
But now that Chen Qing is willing to negotiate, if things continue to escalate, they won't get the 900 million yuan in benefits, so they urged Chen Qing to attend the organization meeting.
Chen Qing: "Secretary Zhang, once the Director and Deputy Director of the Light Industry Bureau, the Director of the Foreign Trade Bureau, the Deputy Secretary of the Finance Department, the second-in-command of the province, the Director of the State Economic Commission, the Central Commissioner, the Vice Minister of the Ministry of Light Industry, the Chairman of the Trade Union, and all personnel have arrived, we will begin the meeting."
"……yes."
Secretary Zhang's voice choked with emotion.
When the factory leaders heard the news, they were all heavy-hearted. So many high-ranking officials had been invited, so the matter was definitely a done deal.
Unexpectedly, they still lost.
July 15th, a slightly cool morning.
The entire street where the summer sportswear factory is located was quietly sealed off by plainclothes police.
The police officers, looking alert, were scattered at various intersections, scanning every pedestrian with sharp eyes.
This silent vigilance cast a high-level political veil over the upcoming negotiations.
The first to arrive was a black Haishi brand sedan, steady and orderly, its license plate revealing the authority of the provincial and municipal revolutionary committees and the Light Industry Bureau.
The leaders got out of the car expressionlessly, only nodding slightly to each other, and then walked straight to the lounge surrounded by their secretaries and staff.
Chen Qing watched from upstairs, his face calm and serene.
Pingping secretly took the camera, manually focused it, and captured the scene before secretly running back to her mother's office.
She suddenly understood why her brother always told her to straighten her back.
Mom looks so cool with her back straight!
Secretary Zhang was heartbroken. Looking at Pingping, who was acting suspiciously, she couldn't help but remind her, "Hide better, or we'll be finished if we're discovered."
Pingping: "Received!"
She's a junior war correspondent today, and she needs to take a lot of photos.
Her camera was a gift from her brother; he bought it for six hundred yuan.
Pingping, clutching her camera, secretly went to photograph the cars and people of foreign and Hong Kong businessmen.
Several rare imported luxury cars slowly drove in, their engines roaring in stark contrast to the dullness of the domestically produced cars.
Pingping took another picture.
I have to say, foreign cars are really good-looking.
Chen Qing saw it too, and really wanted one.
The Hong Kong business delegation, led by Wu De'en, was fully present.
They walked in, dressed in well-tailored suits, gleaming shoes, and with calculated smiles on their faces, exuding an innate sense of superiority.
Pingping: Take the picture!
Secretary Zhang was too preoccupied with her grief to think about Pingping: "Pingping, let's take it easy."
"Yes, I know what I'm doing."
Pingping changed the film and sneaked into the main conference room.
Chinese and foreign journalists also arrived immediately and began setting up facilities on site.
Chen Qing tidied up and headed to the main conference room.
The leaders greeted her warmly.
Chen Qingyi agreed to all of them.
Hong Kong and foreign businessmen were particularly enthusiastic.
Chen Qing's expression remained indifferent.
Everyone accepted it well; as long as she didn't break two of their ribs today, everyone would think she had a good temper.
no way.
She has such a terrible temper!
Important leaders sat in the front row, while Chen Qing, along with a group of leaders from Shengxia Sports Apparel Factory and Hong Kong and foreign businessmen, sat in two rows.
The meeting began in an atmosphere that appeared solemn but was actually oppressive.
Director Zhang knew that Senior Official Song was unwilling to give a speech, so he took the initiative to speak. He first highly praised Chen Qing's historical contributions, and then changed the subject, emphasizing: "But we must take a holistic view and have a broader perspective. Introducing Hong Kong investment is not just about bringing in funds, but also about a comprehensive upgrade of ideas, technology and management. This is an inevitable requirement of reform and opening up!"
In the audience, some leaders nodded frequently, and reporters took notes quickly.
Everyone thought it was just a formality.
Hong Kong businessman Wu De'en then spoke, and in high spirits, he announced ten ambitious plans from his prepared speech: investing in the latest equipment, building an international brand, and tripling output value within five years...
Many of the observers were frantically taking notes.
His eyes burned with passion.
It's as if this wonderful vision is right before our eyes.
Chen rested his chin on his hand, listening to him paint one pie in the sky after another.
Little Pingping mingled among the reporters and even managed to photograph the face of the bad guy who bullied his mother, turning it into a pancake with many holes.
(End of this chapter)
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