Chapter 142 New Factory Starts Construction: 1 Million Yuan Output Target
Chapter 142 New Factory Starts Construction: Million Yuan Output Target
"Is it an older sister or a younger sister?"
When Yang Wendong saw this, he thought about it in his mind, but he soon figured it out from the way he walked when he went on stage.
One of the Bai sisters is more gentle and weak, while the other is more bold and forthright. The elder sister walks like an ancient lady, while the younger sister walks like an athlete.
The person on the stage should obviously be the elder sister. It seems that she has returned from the United States. During the last chat on the plane, Yang Wendong knew that Bai Yushan went to the United States just to experience the environment of the local university first and then decide whether to study abroad.
……
Under Yang Wendong's attention, Bai Yushan walked onto the stage, sat in front of a piano, and began to play.
The elegant sound of piano came from above. Yang Wendong thought it was good, but he didn't know what song it was.
Jin Yong next to him said: "This girl's piano skills are really good, especially for her age."
"It sounds really nice." Yang Wendong thought for a while and said with a smile.
He didn't know much about art. After all, he was a normal person and his family in his previous life was ordinary. Although he was successful in his business later, how could he have time to do art?
Only the second generation of wealthy families has this possibility, and perhaps their children in the future will also develop some artistic abilities.
Jin Yong glanced at Yang Wendong and asked, "Does Mr. Yang know him?"
"I guess I know her!" Yang Wendong retracted his gaze and said with a smile, "She is a student in the Department of Economics at the University of Hong Kong. I heard she is good at art, but I didn't know her piano skills are so high."
"Economics? That should make you an amateur player. Your level is pretty good." Jin Yong praised again.
"Yeah." Yang Wendong looked into the distance again, then retracted his gaze.
Bai Yushan's appearance was just an episode at the banquet and would not distract him. It was obviously more important to brag to the entrepreneurs at the same table.
Several people toasted each other with wine and tea.
Watching Jin Yong finish his cup of tea, Yang Wendong asked again, "Mr. Cha, would you like to have a drink? The alcohol content here is not very high."
"I know that." Jin Yong shook his head and said, "It's just that I have to write novels when I go home at night. I have been writing and deleting the plots during this period, so the updates on Ming Pao are also unstable.
I can't drink alcohol at this time. Even if I don't get drunk, I will definitely feel a little dizzy and my reaction will be slow, which is fatal to me."
"That's true." Yang Wendong also thought of someone, who was naturally another master in the Chinese martial arts world: Gu Long.
Jin Yong loves tea, Gu Long loves wine. The two can be said to be the Murong of the South and the Qiao Feng of the North.
He wants to start a newspaper, but currently he has no idea where to start because apart from funding, he doesn't have any other advantages.
However, if we could find Gu Long and let him write novels, although it might not necessarily replicate the development process of Ming Pao, it would at least be of considerable help to our own newspaper industry.
I just don’t know what Gu Long’s current situation is. If he has already written a novel, it will be easy to find. If not, it will be difficult to find, because in his previous life, Gu Long’s fame was far less than Jin Yong’s, and he died early.
Most people only know Gu Long, but few know his specific information. Yang Wendong remembers that his last name is Xiong, but he knows nothing else about him except that he is addicted to alcohol.
The banquet continued, and Bai Yushan, who was performing on the stage, soon went down. Her seat was obviously on the other side, quite far away, and at the back of the venue.
After everyone had eaten half full, Liao Baoshan brought her children to each table to toast and chat politely.
After coming to Yang Wendong's desk, he said with a smile: "This is Mr. Yang, the sticky note king, right?"
"Hello, Mr. Liao." Yang Wendong and the others at the table also stood up. Since the boss had come, they had to give him face. Moreover, it was no exaggeration to say that Liao Baoshan was among the top five in the Chinese business community in Hong Kong.
Liao Baoshan glanced at Yang Wendong again and said, "Mr. Yang is so young and has a bright future. If there is a chance in the future, you can continue to cooperate with our Liao Chong Hing Bank. We will definitely make better preparations and provide better services."
"Okay." Yang Wendong smiled and agreed. You still have a year and a half in 61, and maybe there will really be opportunities for cooperation, but it will most likely be a loan.
Liao Baoshan then said to Liao Liewen beside him: "Liewen, you are a few years older than Yang Sheng, but his achievements are much better than yours. In the future, you should hang out with Yang Sheng more and learn from him."
"Yes." Liao Liewen naturally didn't dare to disobey his father under such circumstances, and what he said was not wrong. The other person was indeed much stronger than him. No one would feel resentful if he was defeated by such a self-made man.
Yang Wendong smiled and said, "Mr. Liao, you are too polite."
It was just some polite conversation, so naturally the conversation wouldn't last long. Liao Baoshan quickly exchanged some pleasantries with the other people at the table, and then left.
Everyone sat down again, chatting casually, eating and drinking casually. After a while, Yang Wendong felt that his bladder could not bear it anymore, so he got up and left.
Just as he was walking out of the door, he almost bumped into someone. Yang Wendong saw who it was and said with a smile, "Miss Bai, we are destined to meet each other, right?"
"Mr. Yang?" Bai Yushan tidied up her messy hair and said, "I didn't expect to see you again. Are you invited here too?"
"Yes, I know the prince of Liao Chong Hing Bank. We have worked together before." Yang Wendong nodded and said, "He invited me here."
Bai Yushan said with a smile: "That's right, you are now the famous sticky note king in Hong Kong and Kowloon. I think even HSBC might hire you."
The probability of this coincidental encounter made her, who was proficient in mathematics, a little suspicious, but her current identity made it unlikely for her to do such a thing.
"Your family was also invited. Which company are you from?" Yang Wendong asked again.
Although there is no clear minimum requirement for those who can be invited by Liao Chong Hing Bank, their net worth is basically over hundreds of thousands of dollars. Only a few government officials or literary figures like Jin Yong are exceptions.
Bai Yushan smiled and said, "My family runs a decoration company called Weibo. It's quite famous in Admiralty, Hong Kong Island. Have you heard of it?"
"Well..., no!" Yang Wendong answered honestly. Even in the era of mobile Internet, a person would not know many companies in his own city, unless they were in the same industry or very large companies.
But now, Yang Wendong may not know all the big companies in the industrial sector, let alone decoration companies.
Bai Yushan said: "Our family's main business is to decorate some buildings and luxury houses. We have cooperated with Liu Chong Hing Bank before. This time, it is very likely that my family will be responsible for the decoration of the new building of Liu Chong Hing Bank after it is completed."
"That's a big business." Yang Wendong said with a smile.
Decorating a building is no small business. For some luxury buildings, the cost of decorating can be as high as 1/10 of the total cost. For hotels, the proportion will be even higher.
Bai Yushan added: "If Mr. Yang needs to build a building or a mansion in the future, he can also come to us."
"Okay." Yang Wendong agreed casually.
Bai Yushan smiled, then looked around and said, "Then I'll go back to my seat first?"
"OK." Yang Wendong nodded, and then said, "Wait, this is my real business card. If you have any problems in the future, you can come to any factory of Changxing Industrial with this to find me."
"It seems that Mr. Yang has a lot of fake business cards." Bai Yushan took the business card and said with a smile.
Yang Wendong shrugged and said, "You can't just tell everyone you meet that you are the boss, right? If you do that, you probably won't even be able to make a normal new friend."
Bai Yushan put away the business card and said, "Okay, it's my honor to be friends with the King of Post-it Notes."
Afterwards, the two separated, and Yang Wendong's bladder gave a command: Hurry up, I can't hold it anymore.
Bai Yushan returned to her seat. Suddenly, a man in his 40s asked, "Yushan, do you know Yang Wendong? The sticky note king?"
"Ah?" Bai Yushan was startled, but facing her father, she instinctively said, "We know each other, right? We've met a few times."
"How did you know each other?" Father Bai asked again.
Bai Yushan replied: "I met him on the plane when I went to the United States. At that time, I only knew his name was Yang Wendong, but I didn't know what he was called the King of Post-it Notes."
"Oh, yes. He was not famous at that time." Father Bai recalled the time when his daughter went abroad. At that time, there was no "Post-it Note King" in Hong Kong.
Bai Yushan breathed a sigh of relief, but then she heard her father say, "Yang Wendong has great potential in the future. The business community has already reached a conclusion on this matter. Since you know him, you must make more friends with him in the future."
"Ah?" Bai Yushan asked back, "Dad, our family is in the decoration business, but Yang Wendong runs a factory. Although this factory needs decoration, it is different from our business, right?"
Father Bai shook his head and said, "It is true now, but Hong Kong's wealthy people will most likely invest in real estate after they become rich. Chinese people love land and real estate. It is their nature and cannot be changed."
"Oh." After listening to it, Bai Yushan also felt that it made some sense.
Many people in Hong Kong work hard all their lives just to buy a house, right? But most people can’t afford it in their lifetime.
After the banquet hosted by Liao Chong Hing Bank ended, with the help of the hotel security, Yang Wendong successfully got into his car from the underground garage and left without being harassed by reporters outside.
Fortunately, the bank's party this time did not invite reporters. The reason, which Yang Wendong learned from other people, was that many wealthy people in Hong Kong do not like to be high-profile. However, Liao Baoshan likes to be in the limelight, so it would not be good to offend so many clients at once.
Time quickly came to July 7rd, and the new factory in Tsim Sha Tsui was completed.
Yang Wendong rushed over early in the morning.
"Mr. Yang." Wei Zetao stepped forward to greet the boss and said with a smile, "You're here really early."
Yang Wendong smiled and said, "This factory is related to the future of our company. I didn't sleep well last night."
"Haha, me too." Wei Zetao said with a smile: "Then let's go in and take a look."
"Yeah." Yang Wendong nodded, then followed Wei Zetao and several others into the room.
Before I even reached the door, I saw several trucks pulling sticky note devices, several forklifts unloading the equipment, and more people nearby helping out.
Yang Wendong asked: "How many devices are there in the first batch?"
"There are 130 units in total, and they will be shipped here in about three days." Wei Zetao replied, "The circuits in the factory have been connected. As long as there are no problems with the debugging, we can start mass production in a week.
There are about 200 units left, and it will take about two months to complete the production. However, Changsheng will produce one for each unit, and we will bring one over."
Yang Wendong nodded and said, "That means by September, all 9 of our equipment will be delivered. Then, can the production capacity reach 330 million copies a day?"
"Yes, this is a conservative estimate, it may be 180 million." Wei Zetao said with a smile.
Yang Wendong nodded and said, "According to our current factory price, our daily turnover will be 15, which is almost 5000 million Hong Kong dollars a year."
"Yes." At this moment, Wei Zetao did not dare to speak loudly, and said softly: "This is just the beginning. With the current equipment, it is estimated that it will not be able to meet the needs of the US market;
In addition to the European market, I estimate that by next year, we will have more equipment and the second phase of the land next door may also start construction. By that time, it will not be a problem for the turnover to exceed HK$1 million."
"Almost." Yang Wendong nodded and said, "But this high turnover is enough to cause a huge sensation in Hong Kong. We still need to prepare in advance."
In the original history, the small product of Post-it Notes was one of the core businesses of 500M, a company ranked among the top 3 companies in the world. Although the individual value was small and the structure was simple, the market was incredibly large.
Now that it has registered its own patent, in order to protect its own interests, it has to cooperate with 3M and give up a lot of profits, but the remaining amount is enough to make a giant enterprise for a city like Hong Kong.
Not to mention Europe and Japan, even these two places need to find channel giants like 3M.
Seeking monthly ticket
(End of this chapter)