Chapter 14 I Don’t Believe It In fact, it is not necessary to make the factory look great. There is another way to play. As long as you can find the right connections, a factory with a lot of hard assets and equipment, and reportedly zero debt, can easily borrow a large sum of money through connections! Not to mention five million, even ten million is possible! Take the money, buy canned food, and go to Big Brother's house to exchange for an old plane... Okay, just kidding! However, Cao Yukun had never really considered revitalizing the beverage factory. The reason is simple: he can't. How can anyone run a factory just by starting it? Song Yuhuai was born into a business family, and he had a father behind him to help steer the ship. He must have given him a lot of advice. With him around, Song Yuhuai was a natural-born talent. No one in the factory would dare to mess with him. The difficulty of his getting started was already very low, but in the end, he still lost money! Why can I do better than him? Stop talking nonsense... Cao Yukun himself doesn't believe it.
His idea was very simple. He just wanted to hold the Shimen Beverage Factory for a short period of time and then pledge its ownership - if he was not greedy, he would just go through the normal procedures. In the end, it would be great if he could borrow hundreds of thousands of dollars! It shouldn’t be difficult! What I have to do next is to make a deal that can increase dozens of times. The initial capital of 150,000 and the initial capital of 500,000 will mean a difference of tens of millions in future profits! Can we buy two courtyard houses in the capital? Can we also buy two small villas in Shanghai? Can we buy a shop directly in Wangfujing? Can we buy one in Nanjing Road? We can use the remaining money to buy two excavators, one for each of us, Huang Jiapeng and I. If you come and help me dig the pond, I will treat you to the knife fish we produce in our pond! However... my brother-in-law seems to have the wrong idea... Although he had just experienced a heavy blow, Cao Yukun still recovered immediately. After a moment's hesitation, he turned around and his expression instantly returned to his best acting state, "Huh?" Song Yuhuai had already stood up. The two of them were about 7 or 8 meters apart. He looked like an angry kitten, with his eyebrows and eyes wide open. "I mean, how can you be so sure that you can do better than me?" "Uh……" Cao Yukun spread his hands. He realized almost intuitively that there seemed to be a chance here. Because the other party seemed to really want to sell the factory quickly, and as for the result of his first time taking on the responsibility, he was already scared of losing, and at the same time he was very afraid of being laughed at by others. Then just make up something, "Sales!" After a pause, he walked back slowly, using the action of smoking to slow down the pace and buy himself more time to think, while subconsciously thinking about how to make up a routine to trap him. Even the rhetoric was good. "I don't mind if you laugh at me, I know nothing about production and business management! But I know sales! And for daily-selling products like beverages, sales are obviously the core!" Before saying this, Cao Yukun obviously didn't know that what he said was equivalent to directly poking Song Yuhuai in the lungs - several products that the factory had produced had a very good reputation in the market. The sour plum juice, tangerine juice, and orange juice all tasted great. And if he were to ask himself, Song Yuhuai felt that the price of one yuan a bottle that he had set was not expensive at all, but he just couldn't sell them! Moreover, the only product the factory still has is the orange soda that sells for only 50 cents a bottle and returns for 40 cents. The taste is not bad, but the key is 40 cents. In order to keep the price low, the factory even only keeps cents per bottle for gross profit. If you really calculate it, the net profit is only about 3 cents per bottle! Only 50 yuan per ton! Even if the monthly sales were 1,000 tons, the little money earned was not enough to cover the wear and tear of the machines! If the distributors below slightly delayed the payment, it would basically be like working for nothing - that is, relying on Shimen Wine Industry to provide blood transfusions and advance payment, the father and son did not calculate the interest, so the factory could barely maintain itself, otherwise it would lose money every day! But even so, it’s cheap, tastes good, and makes a loss, but it still doesn’t sell! He also advertised, not only in newspapers but also on television stations, but it just didn't work, he couldn't sell! The wine produced by my father costs eight yuan a bottle for the cheapest product line, but it is still shipped out in large quantities. It feels like what is flowing through the bottling line is not wine at all, it's just money! But my 40-cent soda is not selling well! The father and son have discussed this issue countless times. Song Yuhuai feels that although his father is good at making wine, the drinks he makes are also really good. The quality, flavor and taste are all good. He usually puts a lot of thought into this factory and manages it in an orderly manner, but... why can't he sell drinks while he can sell wine? All kinds of speculations, all kinds of possibilities and assumptions... But it's no use! I also went to Shanghai specifically to invite elite talents who had studied abroad and worked in sales for large foreign companies to help me redesign product lines, do product positioning, and do publicity planning... In short, I did a lot of high-end, fashionable, and half-understood things, but after half a year of hard work, I just spent hundreds of thousands of dollars in annual salary and the sales of the products still didn't improve! I am so exhausted both physically and mentally! However...this little gangster actually dared to talk to me about sales? I really want to ask him right now, what the hell is your magic formula? You are a person who is ignorant and confused, and you know how to sell? However... certainly, let alone not saying there isn't one, even if there was, how could anyone tell me?
Tell yourself, are you still selling the factory? At this moment, Song Yuhuai stared at Cao Yukun in a daze for more than ten seconds, then slowly put his hand on the table, turned around and sat down - he lowered his head, quickly calculating the gain or loss of this deal in his mind. Well, there is indeed no possibility of losing anything. If he could win by trying hard... No, he couldn't win by trying hard! I would never believe, even if you kill me, that a little gangster who only knows how to fight can do something that I cannot do well! But what if... if he really fulfilled his promise, then indeed, this beverage factory that had tortured him for more than two years could be separated from his hands in the most decent way with the least loss. The loss would be about seven million. But it’s still better than losing 10 million directly, right? If he loses money... Well, take it back and sell it again. At worst, I can just sell it to Coca-Cola for two million! There will be no difference if it is sold for two million now...it's just the price of scrap copper and iron! By that time... at least he would have an IOU of 192 million in his hand. If Yu Qian really married him one day in the future, and he dared to make her angry, he would show her the IOU! How dare you bully my sister, pay me back! At this moment, Song Yuhuai subconsciously looked up and rubbed his face. Without even looking up at Cao Yukun, he raised his hand and pointed at the office door. His voice was a little weak, but he suddenly became more polite. "You go out first. I need to make a phone call!" (End of this chapter)