As soon as he opened his eyes, Pan Han traveled to the back seat of the Maybach.
"Privacy glass is great!" Pan Han looked around and saw a few people walking outside. If he didn't lean on the car window, he wouldn't be able to see inside.
As soon as the phone was turned on, a bunch of messages popped up.
He took a quick look and luckily found nothing urgent.
Only Wang Cheng's news caught his attention.
"Mr. Pan, you haven't forgotten what I said before, right?"
Pan Han slapped his forehead. He had promised him some time ago that he would give him the remaining 2 million after he returned from his hometown, but he had completely forgotten about it.
He explored the space and found that he only brought back about 500 grams of gold from the apocalypse, which was not enough to sell once.
"Forget it, let's give it to him first." Pan Han sighed and transferred 2 million to Wang Cheng.
A few minutes later, Wang Cheng sent a message: "The money has been received. Thank you, Mr. Pan."
After reading the WeChat reply, Pan Han got out of the car and went straight to his home.
When I opened the door, my second aunt, second uncle, parents and I were playing mahjong.
Second Aunt looked energetic and didn't look like she had just returned from the brink of death.
When the four saw Pan Han coming back, they greeted him and then immersed themselves in the joy of mahjong again.
After experiencing the apocalyptic battle, Pan Han felt a little dazed when looking at the scene before him.
At this moment, he was a little confused about which world was real.
He walked to the balcony, remained silent, and smoked a cigarette. After smoking several cigarettes, he gradually recovered.
"Hey! Get to work!" After stubbing out his cigarette, Pan Han pulled himself back to reality and blurted out a sentence.
He looked at his watch. It was only three in the afternoon, so it was still early.
So he called his uncle and asked him how the food processing factory was doing.
The sound of machines and the noise of people came from my uncle's side.
It turned out that the processing plant had already started trial operation this morning.
Pan Han didn't waste any time and just asked his uncle to wait for him and he would be there soon.
"Mom, Dad, and Aunt, you don't have to wait for me for dinner tonight. I'm going to talk to my uncle about the processing plant. Have fun!" Pan Han said goodbye to his family, got in his Maybach, and headed straight for the address given by his uncle.
Half an hour later, he appeared in the processing plant.
"Nephew, you came at the right time. We are almost done debugging the equipment." The uncle took Pan Han to the conference room.
"I see, uncle. You've worked hard and are very fast. What can our factory produce?" Pan Han handed a cigarette to his uncle.
"There are a lot of things. Not to mention pancakes, steamed buns and so on. We can also produce canned meat, canned fruit, canned vegetables. We can also produce sausages, soda, and a lot more." My uncle said proudly.
"Very good. Then I'll place the order."
"Sure! Nephew, what do you want?"
"5,000 pancakes and 5,000 steamed buns a day. 2,000 boxes of canned meat and 2,000 sausages a day. 2,000 boxes of canned fruit and vegetables a day."
Pan Han briefly calculated the base's expansion rate and concluded that this level of supply could feed and nourish 5,000 people daily. Once that number was exceeded, he would have his uncle increase production capacity. As for the rice and flour he'd previously stockpiled, he estimated it would soon be exhausted through trade.
"Ah? So many?" When my uncle heard this, he realized that so many supplies would cost about 70,000 to 80,000 yuan a day, which means more than 2 million yuan a month.
"Not much, not much. Uncle, please calculate how much money it costs per month, and also calculate the profit." Pan Han waved his hands repeatedly.
"If we include the profit, I estimate it's 3 million a month."
"So many?" Pan Hanguang counted the number of people but not the cost. When he heard the number, he felt it was not a small amount.
3 million a month, that's 36 million a year. The money he has is definitely not enough to spend.
It turns out that maintaining an army is so expensive!
"Uncle, you should do this. Add more starch to canned meat and sausages. Use the cheapest seasonal fruits and vegetables. Also, all packaging should be as simple as possible. Don't print any brands, production dates, etc. Also, use vacuum packaging for pancakes and steamed buns." Pan Han could only ask his uncle to cut costs.
"Ah? Nephew, what are you doing?" The uncle was a little confused when he heard it. Minimum cost is understandable, but no packaging, isn't that against the rules?
"Uncle, don't worry about it. Just do as I say. I only ask that it not kill anyone. Everything else should be done to reduce costs." Pan Han almost said that it wouldn't be a big deal if it killed someone. Those people in the apocalypse were fine with eating expired food.
"Nephew, you can't go down the path of crime! I'm your uncle, and I can't bear to see you go astray!"
"Haha, uncle, don't be nervous. I recently received a large order from Africa. People over there can't even get enough to eat, so the cost is low and we just need to feed them. You don't have to worry about the taste, packaging and so on." There was no other way, so Pan Han started to make up lies again.
"Oh, so that's it! Okay, I'll reduce it to 2 million per month. I'll just take a few hundred thousand from the profit." When my uncle heard this, he felt a little relieved.
"Okay, I'll give you 6 million first, and then I'll adjust the production capacity based on the situation in three months." Pan Han felt that in three months, the Dawn Base would have about 5,000 people.
"Okay! Thank you, nephew! Oh, and by the way, where will you ship it after it's produced?"
Phew!
I completely forgot about transportation. It's impossible to move it from here to space!
Pan Han's brain was working rapidly. It seemed that he had to rent another warehouse.
Fortunately, his hometown is not far from the seaside port, so if that doesn't work, he can just rent a warehouse on the seaside.
"Uncle, please help me rent a large warehouse in the harbor area. Then send a truck to deliver it regularly."
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