Siheyuan: Happy Life of Jia Zhang Family

"Xiao Ming, for the import of steel bars, are you going to set up your own trading company or use my company?" Zhong Daohao asked.

"Is there any difference?" Zhang Dabao didn't quite understand.

"There's a big difference. If I use your company, I will buy your goods, and I don't care how much money you pay them. But if I use my company, I will pay them and they will give you a commission. Can they give you a commission? Otherwise, I will lower the price and give you your share directly," said Zhong Daohao.

After hearing what Zhong Daohao said, Zhang Dabiao did not answer immediately. Instead, he thought about it and decided that he would definitely have to work in Hong Kong. It would be better to do it sooner rather than later. So he said to Zhong Daohao, "Uncle Zhong, let me start a company and do trade first. Can I import grain from here and sell it back home?"

"It may not be possible to sell grain to the country. Britain and Mao are very hostile to the country now. The inspections at the docks are very strict and the ships cannot leave the port." Zhong Daohao shook his head without any hesitation.

"Damn, Yingmao is so mean, he won't allow this or that," Zhang Dabao said angrily.

"What can we do? They have the final say now. If you run a trading company, you can import some other things from China and then sell them to the West from Hong Kong. Domestic ceramics, textile products, and especially handicrafts are very popular in the West now," Zhong Daohao suggested.

"Thank you for your advice, Uncle Zhong. I will contact the agent today to register a company first, or I can buy a company directly." Space has a lot of money. Zhang Dabiao certainly has the confidence to say this.

"Buy a company. It seems that you have enough money, Xiao Ming. Don't look for an agent. I'll let Wang Xing go with you. There is a textile factory in the suburbs that went bankrupt. The boss owed me money, so he gave the factory to me. I give this factory to you. You saved my life and helped me a lot. I can't not express my appreciation." Zhong Daohao did not allow Zhang Dabao to refuse, and went out to call Wang Xing in.

"Axing, register a new company for Xiao Ming and transfer our suburban Xinghe Textile Factory to Xiao Ming's name. Leave the security personnel to Xiao Ming, and wait until he recruits workers, and then you can withdraw them back," Zhong Daohao said to Wang Xing.

"Uncle Zhong, it's not appropriate. I have money..." Zhang Dabao didn't want his factory and didn't want to owe him a favor.

"No, you have the money so it's yours, but I have to give you the things. Xiao Ming, you said we are fellow villagers and we should help each other in this place. My three sons are not very promising, so I will need your help in the future," said Zhong Daohao.

"No problem, Uncle Zhong, thank you then." Zhang Dabao also bowed and left Zhong Daohao's office with Wang Xing.

In just one morning, Zhang Dabao owned a factory covering an area of ​​20 acres in Hong Kong, with a three-story office building, three-story employee dormitory, two large workshops, a finished product warehouse, and a matching canteen and toilet.

"Xiao Ming, no, I should call you Mr. Yan now," Wang Xing said jokingly.

"Brother Xing, thank you. Go back and tell Uncle Zhong that I thank him. Remember to ask if you have anything else." Zhang Dabao said to Wang Xing while standing at the factory gate.

"Be sure to pass on the message. Let's go in and take a look." Wang Xing introduced Zhang Dabao to the security guards who were watching the house, and told them that this was Mr. Zhong's nephew from his hometown and the new boss of the company.

The two went to the workshop, warehouse, staff dormitory, canteen, and finally came to the office building. "Xiao Ming, the entire third floor was where the boss used to work. There is a lounge and tea room. It's very convenient." Wang Xing brought Zhang Dabao to the third floor.

The office is indeed very luxurious, many times better than the office of Yang Weihua, the deputy director and director of a large factory with thousands of employees. It has a large solid wood desk, a table, a sofa, and a telephone.

"Brother Xing, can I make a phone call?" Zhang Dabao asked.

"You can't do that now. I haven't paid for a long time. You can activate it after you pay the money," said Wang Xing.

"Okay, that's great. Now that we have a company, the next step is to recruit employees," Zhang Dabia said proudly at this time.

Wang Xing didn't say anything, but nodded in agreement. The two went downstairs, left the factory, and returned to the city. Wang Xing returned to Zhong Daohe's company by himself, while Zhang Dabao returned to his apartment.

I didn’t sleep well yesterday, so I decided to make up for it first. Lying on the bed, with the air conditioner on, Zhang Dabao fell asleep.

The next day, as the boss of Huabang Trading, the most important thing for Zhang Dabao was of course to recruit workers. With money and a company, he naturally had to show off and could not do everything by himself. There should be no talent market now, and the best way was to advertise in the newspaper. As a foreign trade company, he had to find two people who knew foreign languages, and then find a manager, and let the manager arrange the rest. He would wait until he returned to China and find a few security guards. In Zhang Dabao's subconscious mind, Chinese people were the most trustworthy.

Before placing the advertisement in the newspaper, Zhang Dabao paid the telephone bill first, left his address and contact number on the recruitment notice, and then went directly to the factory.

In such a large office, there was a large double bed in the suite. What did the original boss want to do? No wonder the company did not do well, because there were too many female employees in the textile factory. After changing all the bedding and disinfecting the lounge and office furniture, Zhang Dabiao sat down at his desk.

He dialed the number in his hand, and the number he called was Li Huaide's office. After a long wait, the call was finally connected, "Hello, this is Li Huaide."

"Cousin, it's me. Please remember a few parameters and see if our factory can produce such steel products. Isn't the country short of foreign exchange? It just so happens that a comrade here has a relative who is a big boss. If our products can meet the requirements, he can import steel from our factory, and they will pay in Hong Kong dollars or US dollars," said Zhang Dabao.

"You tell me, I'll write it down." With an excited heart and trembling hands, Li Huaide wrote down the several parameters Zhang Dabao mentioned. He told Li Huaide that the quality must meet the standards, and agreed that Zhang Dabao would call Li Huaide again in three days.

Putting down the phone in his hand, Li Huaide was very excited. In fact, he was over 40 years old and in a leadership position, so his emotions were no longer visible on his face. However, this matter was too big, and as a leader, he certainly knew the significance of foreign exchange to the country.

"Old Wang, come here quickly, I have something urgent to discuss with you," Li Huaide called Wang Cheng.

"What's the matter? Why are you in such a hurry?" Wang Cheng came over after receiving the call.

"See if we can make a product like this?" Li Huaide handed the parameters in his hand to Wang Cheng.

"We can make it. Our Red Star Factory is so big, can't we make steel bars?" Wang Cheng said after taking a look.

"I'm talking about thousands or tens of thousands of tons. Can the product quality be like this? If it's not up to standard, the other party won't pay a penny," Li Huaide said, looking at Wang Cheng's indifferent face.

"So strict? The project there? It's quite a big undertaking." Wang Cheng became serious and picked up the paper again.

"If you can meet the requirements, you can exchange it for US dollars," Li Huaide said again.

"What? US dollars? Lao Li, do you have channels?" Wang Cheng stood up directly.