Siheyuan: Daughter's will, dad beats stick to death

He immediately smiled and left.

Jiang Chuyang watched Yan Jiecheng's figure disappear.

He was about to leave the rolling mill with Qin Qing and Xiao Fantuan.

On the national road to the east, there was a familiar figure.

This figure is Wang Zexu, walking over quickly at this time.

As he got closer, Jiang Chuyang found that Wang Zexu had lost a lot of weight.

And the whole person is very haggard.

It seems that I have been so busy at the Hengshui Match Factory recently that I have no time to sleep.

"Didn't you go back?" Jiang Chuyang went up to meet him after recovering.

Qin Qing followed behind with a small rice ball in her arms.

She looked at playing Wang Zexu like this.

It was a straight shake of the head.

After all, before leaving the rolling mill.

Wang Zexu is a vigorous young man.

And now, compared to before, it's really not the same person.

"I've been waiting for you." Wang Zexu smiled wryly upon hearing this, "I hope my old classmates can help me get out of the current predicament."

"That's okay, but before that, let me go back to the courtyard and tell me when I'm full." Jiang Chuyang said, and took the lead in walking towards the west gate of the rolling mill.

"No, Chuyang...I need help urgently." Wang Zexu chased after him.

Qin Qing followed behind with a small rice ball.

I also feel that Jiang Chuyang should help Wang Zexu handle the business at this time.

But thinking so, she didn't say much.

After all, as a good wife.

She will not interfere with Jiang Chuyang's affairs.

"I know your matter is very urgent. The matches from Hengshui Match Factory can't be sold, so you want to find a solution from me?" Jiang Chuyang replied with a smile and looked at Wang Zexu.

"How do you know?" Wang Zexu was stunned.

He didn't even mention Qin Qing about this matter.

"Yu Haitang said it." Jiang Chuyang replied.

"It's her?" Wang Zexu couldn't understand.

I had a fight with him during lunch before.

How could he tell Jiang Chuyang about the Hengshui Match Factory this time?

"Come back to dinner with me! I assure you, after tonight, the Hengshui Match Factory you manage will be completely overturned." Jiang Chuyang looked at Wang Zexu confidently.

"Uncle, you just agree to rake! I'm hungry." Xiaofantuan couldn't help but also said.

"This... alright!" Wang Zexu nodded.

"Let's go!" Jiang Chuyang patted Wang Zexu's shoulder.

Take the lead and walk towards the south gate.

After returning to the courtyard home.

Jiang Chuyang put on his apron and went to the kitchen to cook.

Wang Zexu followed behind and fought.

Seeing this, Qin Qing went to watch TV with her rice balls and padded jacket.

The reason for doing this is because she is not stupid.

Taking advantage of the opportunity of cooking, Wang Zexu was asking Jiang Chuyang for advice on how to solve the Hengshui Steel Rolling Plant!

If she got involved, it would be somewhat bad...

In the kitchen, Jiang Chuyang washed the rice first.

After cooking on the stovetop.

Then he sat down and said to Wang Zexu: "Is the quality of the matches from Hengshui Match Factory not good or why can't they be sold?

"The quality of the matches is definitely not a problem, but recently two foreign-funded match factories opened in Sijiu City, and they took away the orders at extremely low prices. Now the situation of the Hengshui Match Factory is that there are no orders, but not If you dare to deliver the goods, if you deliver them at the wholesale price of a foreign-funded match factory, you will lose money and even my mother won’t recognize you.”

Wang Zexu sighed softly, and told the current situation of the Hengshui Match Factory in a dumbfounding manner.

"what?"

"It's the foreign-funded match factories fighting the price war."

"Let Hengshui Match Factory become what it is now?"

Jiang Chuyang was taken aback and frowned.

"Well, I specifically asked the relevant leaders for this matter, but they can't handle it!" Wang Zexu looked at Jiang Chuyang: "I came to you just to see if there is any contact in this area, let the foreign-funded match factory, the wholesale price of matches , go back to the original price, or... I, the factory manager, may be at the end of my game."

"I don't have any contacts in this area." Jiang Chuyang couldn't help laughing: "Even if there is, I'm afraid it's powerless, because the 5.2 foreign-funded match factory can settle in Sijiu City, I'm afraid it has long been related to the price. The leader said hello."

"What do you mean?" Wang Zexu was stunned.

"The times are developing and the society is progressing. The backward production capacity will definitely be eliminated in this process." Jiang Chuyang picked up a kitchen knife and cut the bacon: "In other words, the current problem of Hengshui Match Factory is not the match. Wholesale prices are restricted by your backward production capacity. If you can still make profits at the same wholesale prices as foreign match factories, it proves that you will not be eliminated by the times, otherwise..."

Speaking of which.

Jiang Chuyang did not continue.

But Wang Zexu understood the meaning of the words.

After a long sigh, he was speechless in frustration.

Chapter 513 Jiang Chuyang's plan [Chapter 3 delivered]

"Don't keep talking!" Jiang Chuyang looked at Wang Zexu and smiled.

If even Wang Zexu didn't have confidence in himself.

Then all the hard work he had said just now was in vain.

"What can I say? You have pointed out my current situation to the point." Wang Zexu sighed: "In such a situation, you may not be able to help me at all."

"That's not necessarily the case!" Jiang Chuyang smiled mysteriously.

He saw the little rice ball and the little padded jacket walking back and forth several times at the door of the kitchen.

Immediately, Lian continued to cut the bacon: "But I won't talk about it now, I have to cook first, so the children will rebel later."

"Don't, don't!" Wang Zexu said repeatedly: "Chuyang, I beg you, please tell me what I should do next!"

"Okay! Okay!" Jiang Chuyang put down the kitchen knife in his hand, and after hesitating for a moment, he said: "First of all, you must not fight a price war with foreign match factories, after all, they have a lot of experience in match production equipment. Advantage."

"Not bad." Wang Zexu nodded.

There are not only great advantages in production equipment.

And it's a monopoly situation.

If it weren't for his 23 money, he wouldn't be able to buy it.

I'm afraid that Hengshui Match Factory will never be reduced to the present situation.

"So! You have to do the opposite. The price of Hengshui Match Factory will not only increase, but double it." Jiang Chuyang began to make moves.

"This... can this work?" Wang Zexu looked at Jiang Chuyang in astonishment.

Now at least selling some matches can maintain the operation of Hengshui Match Factory.

If the price is doubled, wouldn't it be even more unpurchased?

In this situation.

Jiang Chuyang was not helping him.

It's hurting him.

"What's wrong, didn't you say that even if there is an order, you will lose money if you sell it?

"Not bad." Wang Zexu nodded.

In a word.

Now Hengshui Match Factory is living on its laurels.

Wait until the matches are sold out at a loss.

That's not far from closing down.

Jiang Chuyang spread his hands.

"Since you will lose money no matter how much you sell, wouldn't it be better for you to increase the price?" Jiang Chuyang went to the door and locked the kitchen staff: "Of course, you have a good name, and the price increase is because you have The matches sold by Hengshui Match Factory are all handmade matches, and the quality is several times better than that of foreign match factories.”

"This..." Wang Zexu began to understand the meaning of Jiang Chuyang's words.

I also know that Jiang Chuyang's strategy is indeed feasible.

Because anyway.

This 'handmade'.

It is the only selling point of Hengshui Match Factory now.

If it works well, it can indeed make some money.

Just...just don't know why.

He has some doubts in his heart!

After all, if the operation is not good.

Then he, the director of the factory, is afraid that he will be infamous in the previous life.

"Don't worry," Jiang Chuyang saw Wang Zexu's thoughts: "I let you raise the price of a handmade match just because it is one of the plans for a foreign-funded match factory. The next step is the highlight."

After finishing speaking, Jiang Chuyang rummaged through the cupboard on purpose.

From the portable space, he took out the design drawings of the disposable lighter obtained by the lottery system.

The detailed production process was also handed over to Wang Zexu: "Take a look! I understand that I think the plight of Hengshui Match Factory should be easily solved."

"This is..." Wang Zexu hesitantly took the design and checked it.

After a few minutes.

He took a deep breath: "Chuyang, where did you get the design drawings of this disposable lighter and the detailed explanation of the production process?"

"A friend gave it to me, but I can't say who it is. I can only tell you that the source is absolutely reliable and legal." Jiang Chuyang replied softly.

"Then... how much does it cost?" Wang Zexu suddenly became depressed again.

Obviously, he knew that the design drawings of this disposable lighter were invaluable.

If it is successfully produced, I am afraid that it will not only solve the crisis in Hengshui Steel Rolling Plant.

It can also become one of the best large enterprises in the Forty-Nine City.

But the problem is.

Hengshui Match Factory is now making ends meet.

There is no money to buy such precious design drawings!

"If I want to ask you for money, I won't take it out." Jiang Chuyang reached out and patted Wang Zexu's shoulder: "Remember, after I get out of the kitchen, I won't admit to giving you anything, understand Did I mean what I said?"

"I understand, I understand..." Wang Zexu was so moved that he was on the verge of crying.

"As for the start-up capital for the production of this disposable lighter, I can't come up with much money, so don't ask, it's useless." Jiang Chuyang opened the kitchen door: "Put away the design drawings, and don't let the children I saw it, and accidentally said it."

"Okay!" Wang Zexu quickly followed suit.

I just put the design drawings into my arms.

The little rice ball ran into the kitchen on short legs: "Ba ra, why haven't your meals been cooked yet? My stomach is so hungry!"