Qing Qin chose an old beverage factory called Qibao.

The first round of start-up capital is only 2 million. The most suitable choice to pursue huge profits is entertainment or finance.

Finance needless to say, one plus leverage, a master trader, is enough to leverage tens of millions of yuan.

In terms of entertainment, two million is enough to make a low-cost game or web drama. The world has strict copyright laws and people have a strong sense of it. As long as the works produced are popular, they will inevitably make huge profits.

Of course, if the two are compensated, it will be lost.

Qing Qin knew very well that he was a lucky cat when he was a child, plus the destiny of the world in the book, if he chose these two, he would most likely win the first round of no.1 , running wildly on Cannon Fodder Avenue without turning back.

Oh, he won't do it.

Qing Qin decisively chose industry.

Qing Qin naturally did the opposite.

The rent for a larger beverage factory is estimated to be one million per month, plus the cost of workers, water, electricity, and raw materials, it is almost hundreds of thousands.

The last bit of money is to make a packaging design that is ugly to the eyes.

ok, I will lose if I don’t close down before settlement!

At the entrance of Qibao Soda Factory, a banner hangs up, "Welcome leaders to come and inspect."

Three people shivered in the early spring sunset with shy eyebrows.

One person in front of the station looks like a dog, and the other two wear work clothes.

Seeing a row of sports cars appearing at the end of the village road, the yawning man at the front woke up: "Applause, applaud, hurry up, the big money is coming!"

The black sports car stopped surrounded by four cars, the door of the middle car was opened upwards, and the butler stepped out, imposingly.

"Qing..." The man changed his words as soon as he opened his mouth, admitting the wrong person, and the master was still behind, "Hello, hello!"

The housekeeper didn't look at him, turned around, bent down, and helped Qingqin to get out of the car: "This is the Qibao Soda Factory. At its peak, Qibao Sales Branches were blooming everywhere, and now this is the only one left for rent. factory."

"Yes, yes." The man nodded desperately, observing the too young new boss and the pretentious assistant sister Hua behind him.

The so-called respecting Luoshang first and then respecting people, seeing the price of Qingqin's clothes, his attitude is lower: "We built the factory in the old kingdom era, which can be regarded as the first domestic carbonated beverage. One person, all over the country can drink that soda.”

Qing Qin put on his sunglasses, most of his face was hidden under the black lenses, his temperament was more alienated and indifferent, meaning he stretched out his hand: "I'm sorry, who are you?"

"I'm the vice president of Qibao, Li Jianye." The bald man in his fifties remembered that he didn't introduce himself. He held his fingertips and shook it politely three times.

Qing Qin is indifferent to the company's past glory.

First of all, there is no Pepsi and Coca-Cola in this world. The carbonated beverages are mainly juice-flavored sodas, which are general in taste and not mainstream. The eastern cultural circle is dominated by tea, the western cultural circle is dominated by coffee, and carbonated beverages only account for a small share.

Secondly, most carbonated beverage factories have a wide variety of products, exquisite and beautiful packaging, and huge investment in advertising promotion, far better than the stubborn Qibao.

Small cakes and fierce competition successfully made Qibao soda the tears of the times.

The tears of the times are good, it completely meets his needs to lose the game and run away with 10 million.

He looked at the factory area, which is located on the edge of the city, with only one village road going in and out. There are three factories, an office building, and a small canteen, covering an area of ​​more than 2,000 square meters.

Qing Qin estimated a month's rent, his eyes gradually burning, like a dragon guarding treasure: "How many production lines?"

"The factory has failed in recent years. It moved out of the industrial park. There are only three production lines left in the early years, and now only one is still running." Mr. Li hurried to his side, feeling through the sunglasses When Mr. Qing's mood changed, he instantly had an idea, "Come with me."

He turned around again and scolded the two temporary workers at Mu Leng Leng: "Hurry up and keep up."

A white jade-like hand stopped in front of him, stopping his abuse: "Mr. Li, polite."

Qing Qin looked at the two workers: "Then please show them for me."

The two are also old workers, and they are used to being yelled at, and they were a little flattered for a while.

"It seems that Mr. Qing's plan is on the right track. I'll take my leave first, and I can find the slender sisters for the next thing." The butler watched for a while with satisfaction and spoke.

Qing Qin kept his face paralyzed and sang in his heart: Send you away, thousands of miles away~

"Please also remember the crocodile pool." The butler smiled and bowed before leaving the petrified Qing Qin.

Qibao soda uses an automated production line, and the four-meter-high, 700-square-meter factory just has one line down.

"This is the latest production line invested in 2004, with an output of 1,000 to 1,500 bottles per hour, as well as auxiliary facilities, such as personnel disinfection facilities, cleaning workshops, laboratories, etc., which were also in China at that time. The most advanced batch." Mr. Li introduced through the glass door.

Qing Qin looked at the skilled operation of the workers: "How much is the worker's salary?"

"They were originally old workers. After the factory collapsed, everyone dispersed. These two also didn't find jobs. They came to be temporary workers.

Qing Qin nodded: "Sign a contract with them, the monthly salary is 3,000, five insurances and one housing fund are arranged. In addition, there is no need to work three shifts, nine to five or eight hours in the morning."

Meng Yao lowered his head to record.

However, the loss of machine downtime is huge. Mr. Li has some doubts, but he still focuses on recruiting workers, with a happy face: "There are inspectors, cleaning and disinfection..."

"The salary is the highest standard of the market price." Qing Qin walked to the end of the production line and waved his hand, "Talk to my assistant for details."

There is already a box of beverages packaged here, Qing Qin glanced at the graceful bottle and red packaging, which was printed with a relatively trendy name, "Qiqi".

The packaging needs to be changed, the font should be larger, the font should be thicker, the color should be more, the color should be bright, and the designer should not be forced to die!

He unscrewed the lid, and there was a dark-brown liquid like cola, gurgling and bubbling. It didn't taste like industrial saccharin, with a mint-like stimulation.

But it's not good.

These three words are enough.

Qing Qin showed a relieved smile and said, "Very good."

Mr. Li nodded quickly: "Actually, all the improved formulas are used now."

"What about the pre-improved formula?"

"The formula before the improvement is in Mr. Qi's hands." Mr. Li wiped his sweat, "In 2005, Mr. Qi was gone, and the formula was stolen once. When I came back, I left it in the hands of President Qi, and President Qi found someone to improve it, which is the current formula."

Qing Qin nodded inexplicably, thinking, after the reform, it just doesn't taste good, isn't it better before the reform?

He turned to Meng Yu and said, "Help me find Mr. Qi, I want the old formula in his hand."

"Ah? But people's tastes have changed now, what about the old recipes from a hundred years ago..." Mr. Li was suddenly anxious.

Qing Qin thinks that there are still two inspectors by his side, and explained: "You don't understand this. Now there are so many flavors of beverages, what is the highest market share? Ready-to-drink tea. Why? More? Because tea drinking is a thousand-year-old tradition in our East! Why don’t we use a century-old formula?”

Mr. Li suddenly realized, slapped his thigh and gave a thumbs up: "Mr. Qing is right! Accurate grasp of the market!"

No, you're right. For tea, you can pursue classicism, sell a thousand-year-old traditional feeling, and do it with soda that is completely a modern beverage. Isn't it courting death?

Qing Qin said sorry in his heart, while thinking along this line of thought: "Since it is going to be retro, what is the earliest packaging of Qibao soda?"

"It was hand-made at first..." Mr. Li hesitated, "There is still an abandoned production line that was made in the glass bottle era 20 years ago."

He said, pointing to the historical display on the factory wall.

It was a soda in a colorless glass beer cap with the word Qiqi in the seal body.

The other one was the most fashionable cans at that time, with a black background and bright yellow characters occupying the entire field of vision.

Perfect for Qing Qin's aesthetic goals.

It’s a pity that I saved a lot of packaging design.

Qing Qin made a decision: "Then let's go to that production line now."

"But the cost of glass bottles is seventy cents higher than that of PET, and the production line still needs to be used, and it is tens of thousands. That production line is only semi-automated, and it has to hire another 20 people. Also, the output is only about 500 bottles per hour.” Mr. Li was originally in charge of production, and he pointed out three shortcomings at once. “In addition, the monthly rent of the factory is 500,000 yuan, and it is difficult for us to pay back the cost. ."

Qing Qin looked at this unremarkable middle-aged man. He was so familiar with the production line, and he still held his post when the factory closed down. I am afraid he has a lot of affection for this brand.

So this kind of person must be a huge stumbling block in his great cause of losing money. Even if there is no reason to dismiss him immediately, he must be obedient.

"Do as I say, now I'm the boss." Qing Qin took off his sunglasses and said condescendingly.

Seeing Mr. Li's reluctance, Qing Qin stretched out a hand, and Meng Yao silently handed over a letter of appointment for vice president with an annual salary of 300,000 yuan.

"Money has never been a problem for me," Qing Qin handed the letter of appointment to Mr. Li, "I know you have feelings for Qibao. But you must know that the current Qibao press The old way can no longer hold on, and can only be left to die and then live."

Mr. Li took the letter of appointment, his lips wriggled, and there were faint tears in his eyes.

Looking at the 300,000 above, and then looking at the high-spirited new boss, he was determined to tie himself to this chariot: "Okay, but there is one more thing to say..."

Before the second half of the sentence was uttered, there was a commotion outside, mixed with all kinds of obscene abuse.

"What's the matter?" When Qing Qin walked out, he saw a dozen or so hooligans holding red paint and pouring buckets of red paint onto the outer wall.

The good factory was painted in a mess by them, and it looked like a murder scene in a horror movie.

"This is a private factory, what are you doing! I'm going to call the police!" Meng Yao stepped on her high heels, her feet were fast, and she was the first to stop them.

"Yo, old man Li also packed a beautiful chick!"

A sentence was spoken, which immediately caused countless wretched laughter.

"In the future, remember to invite more than ten security guards to patrol and make a good grid around." Qing Qin instructed Meng Yu, while unbuttoning his suit jacket, rolling up his shirt sleeves above his elbows, and moving his wrists to walk Come forward.

"What's the point of bullying women? Let's make some gestures." Qing Qin stopped in front of them.

"This little white face is too self-sufficient."

"Your grandpa and my arms are thicker than your thighs."

Several people saw that he was well-dressed.

"There's a lot of nonsense." After Qing Qin passed through, he was full of anger, and immediately grabbed the steel pipe from one person's hand.

Within three minutes, he knocked over a piece smoothly, and then swept again.

Qing Qin looked back and said, "What are you doing, scouring people out and asking what you are doing."

The few people who were startled by his hand hurriedly fetched people, and asked questions.

"President Qing has a unique skill, but there is no description in the documents." Meng Wei recalled the employer's information he had seen before, and couldn't help but sigh.

Qing Qin remembered his original resume and touched his nose: "Maybe I am born with divine power."

The slender sisters just smiled and didn't know how much she believed.

These gangsters were frightened, they were just listening to people to do things to make some extra money, how did they know that they met a cruel character, shivering and crying, and they told the story again.

"They were found by the 'Fun' Beverage Factory, which just came out recently. They handed a lawyer's letter not long ago, and they want to take back the trademark rights." Mr. Li whispered, "During this period of time every day There are hooligans who come to sabotage, and that's why."

Qing Qin's expression froze slightly, I was wrong, I should have asked clearly. Where is this little **** who is here to destroy, it is a through train on the road to bankruptcy, my savior!