Daddy Fantasy World Restaurant (A Stay-at-home Dad's Restaurant In An Alternate World)

Chapter 1659: I'm a gatekeeper

"Get away and let me in !!!"

"Do you know who I am ?! How dare you stop me, I will let you go!"

Cyril looked at the closed door, and the two orc janitors who had just carried him out, shouted hysterically.

"I'm a janitor, I'm dreary all day, my salary is only enough for breakfast, and love has nothing to do with me. I'm just a janitor, I don't know who you are." A handsome orc shook his head.

Another doorman didn't know where to find a bag of bear biscuits, and ate it by himself, muttering, "I'm a doorman and I like to eat bear biscuits."

"I ..." Cyril shook his fist and looked at the two security guards who didn't put him in his eyes. They were so angry that they couldn't help it.

This is Gololia's factory, and the people are also Gololia's people. He really can't do anything about them.

"Well, you're a Gloria, I can see you through. As long as I can pass this time and wait for me to become the patriarch of the Morton family, I won't make your family feel better !!!" Cyril gasped up. Got a carriage.

"Master, where are you going now?" The driver asked cautiously.

Cyril thought for a long time while sitting in the carriage, grabbing his scalp, and Shen said, "Go to Maimi Restaurant!"

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"If it was the ordinary way to rebuild the textile system of the Morton family, it was something my grandfather couldn't do, let alone an inexperienced person like me." Goralia shook her head with a smile, "I put Spinning and weaving and other production-related industries are shut down for sale in order to make the Morton family's textile industry into an asset-light industry. The sales network that has been operating for decades is the most valuable part of the entire industrial chain. , That's why I keep the core sales team around. "

"But if the production lines are closed, we have nothing to sell, and the sales network started to be useless?" Mars asked in return.

"Mr. McGonagall's textile mill has been under construction for some time. I visited a few days ago. The annual output is more than the sum of all the textile workshops in our family, and the quality of the cloth released is better." Smiled.

"Are you planning to work with Mr. McGonagall? Use our sales channels to help him sell cloth?" Mars was surprised.

He knew about the collaboration between Goloya and McGonagall, and personally communicated with Mr. McGonagall several times, convinced by his wisdom and unique business insights. He even felt that if he was not cooked, Delay may become a more powerful business wizard than Hill Buffett.

Dai Lan can grow into the chaotic city's first women's clothing brand so quickly. Mr. McGonagall, a fashion designer, is absolutely creditable.

But did not expect Mr. McGonagall to enter the textile industry so quickly, and the new factory was only opened for a short time, has been able to reach the production capacity of all the textile workshops of the Molton family?

"Yes, Mr. McGonagall will deliver high-quality cloth to us at a price lower than the market price, and then sell it all over the world through our channels." Goloya nodded.

"What's the price?" Mars asked, he was a little worried that Goloria, who hadn't taken over the textile industry for a long time, stepped on the pit.

"It is 30% lower than the cost price of our own workshop in the Los Empire."

"30% !!!" Mars's voice suddenly raised, stopped and looked at Goralia unbelievably. "You mean 30% lower than the cost price, not the sales price?"

"Yes, 30% lower than the cost price, and Mr. McGonagall also said that if we can provide them with low-quality high-quality cotton, this price can drop us another 10%." Gololia nodded with a smile.

"So you keep all the cotton-growing farms, and give them money to buy land, and ask them to grow the highest-quality cotton uniformly." Mars looked at Goloya with a look of surprise, "I did not expect Miss You have reached such an important cooperation with Mr. McGonagall. If we can get high-quality fabrics and cotton yarns at such a low price, then we will be able to obtain a great competitive advantage by price in the markets around the world. "

Gloriya nodded and said, "Mr. McGonagall has given such a favor, but also made a request. I will fund a fabric brand with him to share this brand and profit."

"This requirement is not excessive." Mars nodded. With such a low price, it is not difficult for McGonagall to develop the market himself, it just takes some time.

He chose to cooperate with Gololia, and gave such sincerity, set up a brand together, and jointly hold funds, the cooperation will become closer.

"After all the stores of several of our brands are closed, we can start to do the branding of new brands. This time we are not engaged in the opening of thousands of stores, opening large stores, and dumping at low prices. , While reducing labor costs, increasing sales. "Gloriya smiled:" Mr. McGonagall said, as long as our sales can keep up, his output can be doubled at any time. "

"Mr. McGonagall is a **** and man." Mars has been more than amazed. The Molton family has studied for decades without reducing costs and increasing production. It is as simple as playing a house at McGonagall. .

"Mr. McGonagall and I agreed on the first delivery time early next month. Before that, we need to collect a sum of money and make sure that our sales team is ready to make a new brand." Looking at Mars, "Can we turn the textile industry back to profitability in three months? Here it is."

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"Mr. McGregor, please, save me ..."

McGonagall opened the door and looked at Cyrillic, bowing and begging, bemused.

Wrong, this young boy who has always had a nostril and looks straight at the person, and has repeatedly beaten his second young master of the Morton family at the annual meeting of the chamber of commerce twice.

"Do I recognize the wrong person?" McGonagall tried to ask.

"No, no, I'm Cyril, the one you know." Cyril quickly shook his head and looked at McGonagall with a sad face. "Mr. McGregor, I'm here to ask for your help."

"Do you think I might help you?" McGonagall asked, rolling his eyes.

"amount……"

After brewing for a long time, Cyril suddenly prepared to say something, and suddenly stared at McGonagall. He didn't follow the rules to play cards!

How can there be such a talk, it still makes people not talk? !!