PDLP Chapter 79 Even Limpy Rong Learned to Be Cunning
Chapter 79 Even Limpy Rong Learned to Be Cunning
In the back alley of Tongzhou Street, inside the small factory in Yuanshan.
Lin Yuanshan hadn't come for a few days, so Bo Rong seized the opportunity to give Lin Yuanshan a detailed report on the factory's production and operations during that time.
Among these, the most crucial aspects are the purchase of auxiliary materials during the production period, as well as the details of the money the rabbit withdraws for rice and vegetables for its three daily meals.
A makeshift troupe is this rudimentary.
Lin Yuanshan devised plans for the factory from all sides, and Bo Rong gained his trust, taking on multiple positions single-handedly.
Otherwise, Lin Yuanshan would have tried to recruit Xu Neng.
There was really no other way; funds were limited and there was a severe shortage of talent.
The only way is to choose the best among the worst, someone with some ability, and use them for a while first.
If he doesn't do this, Lin Yuanshan will have to divert his attention to many things.
The pace of development will definitely slow down.
Bo Rong pulled out a notebook and, looking at the expenses written on it, gave a halting report.
Lin Yuanshan was not in a hurry, but listened patiently, because people who do things with their hearts deserve encouragement.
After Bo Rong finished his report, Lin Yuanshan gave him another 1000 yuan and told him that if Shen Da Hui found a bricklayer, he would come to him to collect the money and use it to buy materials to repair the kitchen.
After the two finished discussing work, Chen Bing, who had been waiting for a long time, finally dared to come closer.
Lin Yuanshan took out cigarettes and handed them around: "Arong, I got a whole set of second-hand imported goods at Yellow River Plastics."
We can discard the existing Faji machine, which was originally a local machine.
Then, Zhou Qianhe, the general affairs officer of Huanghe Plastics, said...
He took care of me and gave me five local beer machines.
I plan to sell all of these to Uncle Bing.
Look, when you're out in the world, not only do you give yourself an identity, but you can even make your machines seem like a gift from someone else.
Upon hearing Zhou Qianhe's name, Chen Bing was filled with respect.
At this moment, Lin Yuanshan took out the invoice issued by Zhou Qianhe from his pocket, tore off the page with the model numbers of the five local products, and handed it to him: "Here, the model numbers are. You and Bo Rong can negotiate a price."
"While I have some time now, let's finalize this matter."
In the 60s, Hong Kong's plastics industry was very developed, with numerous factories and workshops of all sizes, which indirectly boosted the local ironworks assembly industry in Hung Hom, To Kwa Wan, and Tai Kok Tsui.
The original Fa Kee Plastics Factory, where Limpy Rong Gang's leader Lin Yuanshan was located, was made entirely of rudimentary machinery assembled by small machine shops.
When Fa Ji sold it, he said it was secondhand.
In reality, who knows how many times it changed hands and how many times it was disguised?
Anyway, Bo Rong had confidently assured Lin Yuanshan that if they worked in two shifts day and night, they could produce two tons of substandard rubber flowers every day.
But when it came to actually doing it, the machine started malfunctioning frequently.
In other words, Limping Rong was a master craftsman who could repair everything. In addition, he was determined to make a name for himself to show Lin Yuanshan, so he took the lead and worked hard.
If anyone else were in charge of this factory, how could they possibly produce 16.1 tons under such terrible production conditions?
Now we hear that Lin Yuanshan is preparing to replace the entire set with imported goods.
Limping Rong was overjoyed. He snatched the receipt from Chen Bing's hand, looked at it with his bloodshot eyes, and roughly understood the situation.
Grabbing Chen Bing's wrist, Lame Rong chuckled, "Boss Chen, this time it's finally your turn to strike it rich!"
If the equipment discarded by the Yellow River were left out, plenty of people would be eager to buy it.
As for the Faji set, it's durable, energy-saving, and easy to operate. You sell molds, so you're an expert in machinery.
Everyone in the industry knows that I used to work at Hesheng, and I was considered quite well-known in the industry.
Since we know each other well, there's no need for us to engage in the old trick of asking for an exorbitant price and then negotiating on the spot.
At that time, Hong Kong was suffering from a drought.
Bo Rong spent all his time in the factory, and the smell of his sweat was more sour than white vinegar.
Chen Bing always wore a long gown and always carried himself with the air of a Confucian merchant. He would not leave the house unless he sprayed some flower dew on himself.
Just standing to the side waiting, Chen Bing had to be careful with his breathing and try hard to endure it.
At this moment, he was pulled aside by Limping Rong to talk, and the smell of sweat and engine oil filled his nostrils, making him feel irritable.
"That's right, that's right. It's fate that brought us together to do business on Tongzhou Street."
Moreover, Mr. Lin had already stated that this deal would be entirely beneficial to me. Taking out a handkerchief to wipe his sweat and cover his mouth and nose, Chen Bing forced a smile and said, "Therefore, I believe that the price Brother Rong offered is definitely fair."
"Okay! That's settled then. Here's the complete set: a shredder and a manual, simple horizontal press. These two are the most valuable, so let's say 1500 yuan."
I bought that horizontal drum mixer and electric hopper dryer less than three days ago, and I'm selling them to you for 500 yuan now.
"As for the five beer machines that Mr. Zhou gave to Young Master Yuan, each one costs 1000, that's 5000 yuan." Lame Rong quoted a price, making a six gesture with his left hand: "Together, that's exactly 7000 yuan."
Upon hearing this, Chen Bing's face darkened instantly. He complained to Limping Rong while glancing at Lin Yuanshan: "Hey, Rong, you've gone a bit too far."
You helped Mr. Lin take over this factory from Fa Kee.
The whole thing only cost 2800 yuan, and the news had already spread throughout Tongzhou Street.
These four broken machines actually dare to ask me for 2000 yuan.
So, does that mean the factory and other miscellaneous items are only worth 800 yuan?
Lin Yuanshan stood aside smoking, with an attitude that said, "I don't care. You can talk to my henchmen about this little thing."
Limping Rong certainly wouldn't make things difficult for Lin Yuanshan. He pulled Chen Bing away two steps: "Boss Chen, this factory of Fa Ji is small and located in an alley."
Besides the machine, how much money do you think the rest is worth?
We're all in the plastics industry, so I'm not afraid to be direct with you.
Just rent a place anywhere, put the machine in, and you can start working, right?
In other words, Yuan Shao insisted on going through the formalities and registering the factory in advance; otherwise, I would definitely advise him to sell the entire small factory again.
In short, it's 7000 yuan, take it or leave it.
If you don't want it, I'll go and spread the word in the industry.
I believe that the fact that Yuan Shao and Yellow River Plastics have such a close relationship is a testament to this.
Many in the industry would be willing to use this order to get close to him and maybe snag some subcontracting orders in the process.
As the old saying goes, "One who stays near vermilion gets stained red, and one who stays near ink gets stained black
Bo Rong used to work for Uncle Yu and his nephew, earning a monthly salary of 120 yuan. He was diligent and hardworking, a model worker.
How long have you been following Lin Yuanshan?
Limpy Rong has also become cunning, learning to use the Yellow River Plastics brand to intimidate people.
While enduring the stench, Chen Bing calculated the market price of these machines.
He discovered that there was still some profit to be made, but the profit margin was very small: a purchase price of seven thousand and a selling price of eight thousand.
Taking into account the time it takes to recoup funds, the cost of warehousing rent, and the labor involved in the sales process, this deal is essentially a waste of money.
Looking at Limping Rong, Chen Bing said in a low voice, "Rong, do you have to be so ruthless?"
You want to impress your boss, but I also have a family to support.
At this price, I really can't make a profit.
Limping Rong gave an awkward laugh and pointed to Lin Yuanshan standing a few steps away: "It's no use telling me this. The one who makes the decision is him."