Siheyuan: Heavy Industry Revitalizes the Country

Looking at the phone on the table, Fang Xiang felt a warm current flowing through his heart.

I didn't expect that Mr. Xixian would support me so much.

In this case, we must not let the old man down.

When Fang Xiang picked up the phone again and wanted to call Liu's father, he hesitated.

What's the point of asking Mr. Liu for help with this matter?

Since he let himself make the decision, Mr. Liu would not say anything and would just let him make the decision.

After much deliberation, Fang Xiang finally decided to cooperate with the Huo family.

The reason is unclear. It is still the beginning of 84. Even if there is demand in the country, how much can it be?

GAC's business is so huge that there are nearly 8000 employees in the factory alone.

If it is only supplied domestically, these people will probably starve to death.

I may not consider the political achievements of Liu Qiwen and others, but I have to consider their food problem, right?

However, with the current three models, it is still difficult to increase sales overseas.

Legend and Ideal are okay, as they are small cars, there is no need to worry about demand, but Hongguang is the national god car.

No one can say whether one will have difficulty acclimatizing after arriving in a foreign country. Even Fang Xiang himself does not dare to make a conclusion easily.

Since the Huo family and the group of people behind them are willing to help him wade through this muddy water.

Then just use them as pawns.

After making up his mind, Fang Xiang felt a lot more relaxed.

the next day.

“I’ve thought about this matter.

Mr. Huo is right. The factory has such a large output, but the current domestic economy cannot absorb it.

It would be better to hand it over to Mr. Huo and go abroad to earn money from foreigners.

But as for the price and profit... I won't go with a fixed price.

But a commission.

But I don’t want much, just 10% of the profit. If Mr. Huo agrees, we can continue the discussion.”

Fang Xiang picked up the teacup, took a sip of tea, moistened his throat, and then slowly spoke.

"happy!

Just follow Mr. Fang’s request.”

Unexpectedly, Mr. Huo nodded and agreed without even thinking about it, as soon as Fang Xiang finished speaking.

This behavior surprised Fang Xiang.

I even began to doubt whether I was asking too low a price.

"Don't think too much, Mr. Fang.

Since Mr. Fang is going to take a commission, can I also make a request?"

Old man Huo was very experienced and he knew exactly what Fang Xiang was thinking.

"Mr. Huo, please speak."

Fang Xiang paused for a moment. Since Mr. Huo agreed so readily, it would be appropriate for him to make a request.

You might want to give it a listen.

"All matters concerning overseas sales must be decided by us."

Mr. Huo made his request with a smile.

"That's the way it is."

When Fang Xiang heard this, he realized it was the request, so he nodded and agreed.

"There is one more thing, Mr. Fang might as well listen to it."

Seeing Fang Xiang nod, Mr. Huo continued.

"Please say."

Fang Xiang pondered for a moment and felt that Mr. Huo was not the kind of person who would push for more, so he nodded.

“We have no idea about overseas sales.

We sell whatever the factory produces in the first year.

But in the second year, we hope the factory can produce according to our orders.

What do you think, Mr. Fang? "

As soon as Mr. Huo said this, Fang Xiang suddenly thought of a lot of things.

The knowledge here is huge.

To put it simply, the Huo family controls the pricing power overseas.

To put it in a broader sense, this is tantamount to kidnapping.

“You can make suggestions, but you don’t have the power to decide.”

After thinking for a while, Fang Xiang felt that this door could not be opened.

Capitalists are capitalists after all, and with 30 percent profit, they can do whatever they want.

If such a large factory were kidnapped by them, the consequences would be disastrous.

Maybe they would even dare to suggest putting the BMW logo on Legend and Ideal.

After all, it’s the same designer and the same platform, isn’t it?

It seems that I thought too highly of the Huo family.

"Well, let's do as Mr. Fang says."

Mr. Huo didn't seem surprised by this result.

Maybe they are just trying their best. It would be best if there are dates, but it doesn’t matter if there are none.

“Now when I look at the models in the factory, there are only three types.

One is called Legend and the other is called Ideal, I think they are great.

But as for Hongguang, there are no similar products now.

It is better to focus on legends and ideals for the time being, what do you think, Mr. Fang?"

Before Fang could say anything, Mr. Huo continued.

After hearing these words, Fang Xiang thought to himself, "As expected."

A capitalist is a capitalist.

Legend and ideal are the foundation of BMW 115, so it is definitely a good car.

Although it can't be compared with BMW, as long as the price is low, it will naturally sell well.

On the contrary, Hongguang is the earliest van in the world, which no one has ever seen or used.

Naturally, I am full of doubts about Hongguang.

"Of course, since Mr. Huo is not optimistic about it, then we won't sell Hongguang.

I will keep it and sell it in the country.”

After thinking for a moment, Fang Xiang agreed decisively.

It just so happens that since you guys don’t like the car, I might as well sell it at a low price in the country.

Even if it doesn't make money, at least it can benefit the people, right?

Ji Pengwei has done a cost estimate for the Hongguang, and the total cost is just over 2,000 yuan. If more are produced, the cost can be even lower.

If the sales of Legend and Ideal are similar, it would be fine to sell Hongguang for only 2,000 even if it loses money.

Not to mention anything else, selling tens of thousands of units a year can support the two thousand employees in the factory.

It is now 84, and domestic wages have begun to gradually increase.

The economy was also liberalized, and home workshops and various small companies began to appear in many places.

Two thousand yuan may sound like a lot, but for a businessman, it is still affordable.

It can be used to carry people and goods, and is convenient for both home and public use.

It can be predicted that this magical car will soon become GAC's pillar product.

The Huo family doesn’t want it now, but if they want to change their minds in the future, it all depends on their mood.

"Mr. Fang is so generous!

Are there any more models after that?

My Huo family will eat it too!"

Seeing Fang Xiang unexpectedly agree, Mr. Huo was also a little surprised.

How could he have predicted the future role of this magical car?

But it was obvious that only two models were not enough to satisfy his appetite.

“Of course there will be more.

But Mr. Huo, please don't make such boasts so early.

There are several models of cars that Mr. Huo probably wouldn't think much of.

When it is built, Mr. Huo can choose it."

Fang Xiang laughed. In his plan, there were at least five or six models.

Apart from anything else, at least the Huo family would definitely not like the Beidouxing, a car that is so ugly and unique.

But this may not be the case in China.

As long as it is cheap enough, there will be people buying it.

Moreover, cheap cars in the country still rely on Mr. Huo to help him make money outside to subsidize them.

Soon, this seemingly harmonious negotiation ended happily.

As for who took advantage and who suffered a loss.

It’s hard to say now.

But at least for now, both sides still think they are the winners.

After seeing off the Huo family, the 30,000 inventory vehicles piled up in the factory began to clear customs and be transported to Hong Kong Island.

But Fang Xiang doesn't have to worry about these things.

Because he is busy dealing with Cao Tianwei now.

"Good boy, I finally caught you.

Ever since you sold the case last time, I've been so anxious!

Now the production line has been set up and I have recruited workers.

Where's the picture you promised me?

I've been looking forward to it for a long time!"

In Fang Xiang's office, Cao Tianwei, who was sitting with his legs crossed and smoking, had an attitude of "I won't leave unless you give me the drawings."