The Mid-Autumn Festival in 1993 was followed by the National Day. Although there was no long holiday for seven days, there was still a day or two to rest.

Song Qizhi walked into the office anxiously and said to Song Weiyang, who was memorizing the chemical formula: "The phone in the factory was blown up, and they were all for replenishment. Mom has already jointly operated two canning factories, and they are working overtime. , But it's still out of supply!"

Song Weiyang put down his pen and said, "This is a holiday. Once the Mid-Autumn Festival is over, sales will definitely drop sharply. I just talked to my mother on the phone and asked her not to expand the joint venture scale for the time being, so as to avoid a product backlog next month. "

　　 "Then what should I do now?" Song Qizhi asked.

　　 "Just like that." Song Weiyang said.

Song Qizhi was a little anxious: "It's okay to say that the cans can't be sold. Now they can be sold, but there are no products. It's like knowing that there is an enemy on the opposite mountain, and you can take it in a single charge, but there are no bullets. You said this is out of breath. people?"

　　 Song Weiyang smiled and said, "So what can I do? Time is too tight and we are not prepared enough."

　　 The total amount of yellow peaches purchased by Rongping City is more than 1,600 tons. They work three shifts a day and need to hire temporary workers to do peeling and nucleation work. They can produce 8 tons of canned food per day and consume 8.5 tons of yellow peaches. It has been a month since the start of construction, and only more than 200 tons of cans have been produced, which is far from keeping up with the sensational effects of advertisements.

These 200 tons of canned food, even if they are extremely expensive, have a total sales of less than 5 million yuan. Before dealing with ordinary canned food, one or two million of funds can be easily recovered. That is because the warehouses are full, even the warehouses. The open space outside is all placed.

　　 In addition, the two joint factories have also produced some, and they have been busy for a long time, and the sales are only 6 million yuan. The net profit is even less, because the advertising of nearly ten TV stations will cost 1 million per month.

　　 The speed of making money is so slow, it is better to sell health products to make money quickly, and it is easy to make more than 100 million.

Song Qizhi smoked a cigarette and said: "We have to create another assembly line. Our production efficiency is still too low and the cost is still high. The cost of those joint venture factories is even higher. For the time being, we can only use it first, but it must be one or two. Get rid of the foundry within this year."

　　 "Build the factory building first, then talk about it." Song Weiyang said.

　　 Song Qizhi stood up and pointed to the east: "I am going to buy all of that large piece of land."

　　 Song Weiyang reminded: “There is a lot of arable land there, and the government and farmers must connect well, and don’t make any moths.”

　　 "Don't worry, I can carry it clearly." Song Qizhi said.

　　 Song Weiyang added: "The domestic market needs to rely on marketing strategies, and competition will only increase. After all, packaging and advertising are easy. The way out for canneries is abroad. You can learn more about this."

　　 "It's too early to talk about exports. We can't even keep up with the province's supply." Song Qizhi laughed.

　　 "Be prepared for the rain, just take one step and see three steps." Song Weiyang said.

　　 Song Qizhi nodded and said, "Yes."

　　 In the early 1990s, although Chinese canned food was anti-dumping by Europe and the United States, nearly half of the canned food produced each year was still exported. The domestic market is getting narrower and narrower. After all, fresh fruits are becoming more abundant, so who can eat canned food to relieve their greed?

　　 On the contrary, in many western countries, people have a hobby of canned food, and the per capita consumption of canned food is much higher than that in China. After entering the 21st century, Chinese canned food companies have increased again, but most of them have become OEMs for foreign brands.

　　 If you can win a place in the international market, then there is still a lot to do in canned food-provided that you must survive several anti-dumping measures. There is no other way in Europe and the United States. The cost of canned food in China is so low that many foreign canneries are forced to death. They can only use anti-dumping measures to fight back.

Song Weiyang said: "We also need to enrich our products. There are only canned yellow peaches and canned sweet oranges. First try to produce canned apples and canned strawberries. After the diversification of canned fruits, you can also try canned vegetables and canned meat. ."

　　 Thinking of this, Song Qizhi got a headache, and said with emotion: "It's better to stay in the army, not so much shit."

　　 Brother Song is really not suitable for managing a company, not because of IQ, but because of his personality. He likes to make friends, drink alcohol like water, and get acquainted with everyone, and it is absolutely excellent to open up the market without leaving the world. But being the director of the factory is not enough. His subordinates made mistakes, and he was embarrassed to be punished too severely for the sake of face.

　　 Song Weiyang said: "When Old Zheng comes back, the factory will let him take care of it."

　　 "I think he is good, he is more experienced than me," Song Qizhi knows his depth and doesn't mind being hired by his younger brother, but he is more concerned about equity. "By the way, you really want to give him 16% of the shares?"

　　 Song Weiyang smiled and asked, "Do you feel distressed?"

Song Qizhi said: “It’s fake if you don’t feel bad. It’s all the money. Why do you distribute it to outsiders? But then again, they decided to invest in the first place. We can’t turn our faces and deny people. So I was very entangled. It’s not giving, it’s not giving it."

　　 "Look at their ideas, everything is discussed, and you can give it as planned." Song Weiyang really doesn't care. As a rebirth, he won't be nailed to the cannery in his life. There are so many ways to make money.

　　 And this is still a test. If Zheng Xuehong and Chen Tao are willing to reduce their shareholding when discussing investment, then the two people are worthy of cooperation and can be trusted. If they insist on asking for more equity, they can continue to cooperate, but they must guard against the key issues and not touch each other.

　　 Song Qizhi looked at the time: "It's almost off work, you can go back, I'll be watching the night shift in the factory."

"Let's go, go home together, my sister-in-law is still waiting for you," Song Weiyang packed up his homework, "If the factory needs you to watch every day, what else do you use the factory office and production department for? A successful entrepreneur, First you must learn to be lazy."

　　 "Okay, you are all right." Song Qizhi said with a smile.

　　 The workers’ dormitories of the cannery are not separate, but mixed with the workers’ dormitories of other state-owned factories. A large area of ​​tube houses was arranged and allocated by the government. In the 1970s, it belonged to the suburbs, but now it has become a fringe area of ​​the city.

　　 Song Qizhi drove Poussin home, and when he was near the house, people kept greeting them.

　　 There is no garage, the car is parked downstairs.

　　 Just after Song Weiyang got out of the car with his eldest brother, he saw someone coming over with a canned Qiqiao cup.

　　 "Hello Director Song, Director Xiao Song!" The man greeted with a smile.

　　 Song Weiyang asked in a low voice, "Who is this?"

　　 Song Qizhi disdainfully said: "The production section chief of the state-run winery, my dad kicked him down when he bought the winery. Did you forget? He still ran to our house to make trouble."

　　 "I have no impression." Of course Song Weiyang can't remember it. For him, it was a trivial matter decades ago.

　　 Song Qizhi sneered: "Oh, isn't this Chief Zhou? It's been a long time."

The man embarrassed: "What section chief? I can't even become a workshop leader now. The surname is not a thing. The cadre of the winery was changed over by him. Either it was his relatives or friends, or he gave it to him. I have a lot of money. It’s better for the old Song director. If you have the ability, I will go, and the unskilled will leave. Although I was demoted by the old Song director, I was not convinced at the time, but later I was convinced. Fairness and no grudges, even the paima surnamed Zhong can't keep up."

　　 Hearing the good things from his father, Song Qizhi finally looked a little pleasing and asked: "Are you here to give gifts?"

　　 The man pointed upstairs: "My old husband lives here."

　　 Song Weiyang suddenly asked: "Is the winery too tossed by Zhong Dahua?"

"That's not it," said the man angrily. "The rules laid down by Mr. Song were messed up by the surname Zhong, and returned to the way it was several years ago. Now the distillery is working hard at work, and some are just in the morning. Come to show up and run out of sight in the afternoon."

　　 Song Qizhi said in surprise: "It doesn't matter?"

The man smiled bitterly and said, "How about it? The cadres are all relatives and friends of Zhong Dahua. They took the lead and violated the rules. The workers below didn't follow the lessons? Last month, the winery lost hundreds of boxes of special songs. I heard that it was Zhong Dahua. My brother-in-law did a good job. Guess what to do? The security department was all fined, and all ordinary workers were deducted bonuses. My ancestor, Laozi didn't work shifts that day, so he was deducted for some reason."

　　 Song Weiyang happily said: "If this continues, at most a few years ~lightnovelpub.net~ the winery will be tossed by Zhong Dahua."

　　 Song Qizhi said depressed: "That's the painstaking effort of our parents!"

　　 When the man went upstairs, Song Weiyang suddenly said, "Look at it, I can get the winery back when Dad is released from prison!"

　　 "Really?" Song Qizhi said sternly.

　　 "Really." Song Weiyang said affirmatively.

　　 The brothers went upstairs to go home side by side. The sister-in-law had already cooked the food and was watching TV with her nephew in her arms.

　　 "You are back, sit down and take a rest." The sister-in-law handed the child to Song Qizhi, and ran to the kitchen to get the dishes.

　　 Song Weiyang enjoys this atmosphere very much. In this life, Sister-in-law should be her housewife at ease. You don't need to take your one or two-year-old son to buy and sell goods outside, and take care of the mentally disordered mother-in-law when you go home.

　　 "Yeah!" The little nephew was lying in Song Qizhi's arms, waving the toy in his hand silly.

　　 Song Weiyang suddenly gave birth to a bad taste and snatched his nephew's toy, which immediately evoked a burst of crying.

　　 "You are sick." Song Qizhi couldn't laugh or cry.

　　 "It's funny, you see how loud Xiao Chao crying is." Song Weiyang said cheerfully.

　　 returned the toy to the little nephew, and after a long time coaxing them to finally live, the sister-in-law has already prepared their meals.

　　 Just sitting down and planing twice, suddenly there was a knock on the door.

　　 Sister-in-law hurried to open the door, and saw a strange woman standing outside, wondering: "Who are you looking for?"

"This is Director Song's house, right? I'm from the provincial capital, a reporter from the Rongcheng Evening News," said Lu Huizhen, "I'm sorry to bother you so late. But I only have half a day for interviews. I have to rush overnight tonight. Back to the provincial capital."

　　 "Ah, it turned out to be a comrade reporter, please come in soon," the sister-in-law turned her head and shouted, "His ambition, Yang Yang, the reporter from the provincial capital is here!"