eurekapd Chapter 1042: Confident.
Chapter 1042: Confident.
Second Aunt Zhou Hua cooks chicken soup in different ways every day. The old man has an unusually good appetite these days and can finish a whole chicken and a full box of rice in ten minutes.
"I'll go back to the factory tomorrow and start making these new wine bottle samples for you."
Zhou Mingfa chewed a chicken leg and glanced at the design drawing. He was full of energy and couldn't wait to start working.
"Uncle, there is something important."
Zhou Qi took out the patent application and said, "Once the samples come out, I have to go to the provincial capital to apply for appearance and utility patents. There is no wine bottle of this shape in the country right now, so we have to be careful that others may copy ours."
Zhou Mingfa nodded as he listened. This nephew had really impressed him recently.
I always thought he was a young boy before, but now he is more thorough than an experienced man in doing things.
"By the way, go back to the glass factory tomorrow and tell your fellow workers about this."
Zhou Qi took out a few wads of cash from his bag. "I heard that the factory hasn't had any cash for half a year. All the money is treasury bonds. I'll take it at the market price. I'll take as much as you have."
"Why do you collect that thing? It can't be used as money, so what's the difference between it and waste paper?" Zhou Mingfa looked confused.
"How much of this stuff do the people in your factory have saved?"
"We have been issuing treasury bonds for a year now, but no one wants them on the market. It's even more frustrating to use them to buy things, as a ten-dollar bond can only be exchanged for six-dollar goods at most.
Or we can just wait for three years, and then the government will buy it back at the original price. But who can say for sure what will happen after three years? "
"Tell everyone that I will charge eight yuan for a note with a face value of ten yuan." Zhou Qi put forward a plan.
"You're getting carried away after just making some money? You have so much money that you can't even burn it? What's the difference between this and throwing money away? Besides, ten dollars is only worth six dollars outside, why are you paying eight dollars for that?" Zhou Ming was so anxious that he slapped his thigh.
"Uncle, do you think I'm someone who would do business at a loss?" Zhou Qi smiled confidently.
"Why not? You're a spendthrift at heart!" The old man gets angry when he talks about money.
"You have to change your old ideas. To tell you the truth, if you take these notes to Haicheng Bank, you can exchange them for 12 yuan for 10 yuan."
Zhou Mingfa stood up, his vision going dark: "Really? Can ten yuan really be exchanged for twelve?"
"It's a done deal, otherwise why would I ask you to collect the coupons?"
"Good guy!"
The old man counted on his fingers and said, "There are more than 1,800 people in our glass factory. Every family has at least 200 or 300 coupons in stock. That's 400,000 or 500,000. Can we make hundreds of thousands just by reselling them?"
"It's a sure win." Zhou Qi knocked on the table.
"If it's really reliable, I'll ask my old comrades for help. Some of them work in banks, some work in wineries. I estimate that Shen Bing Winery can raise hundreds of thousands." Zhou Mingfa became more and more excited as he spoke.
The more the uncle and nephew calculated, the clearer the picture became - the glass factory cost about 200,000 yuan, and the Shenbing Winery cost several hundred thousand more.
The distance from Jinling to Haicheng is only two or three hundred kilometers, and the profit can be 50% by reselling it.
In fact, Zhou Qi could still lower the price. After all, the value of these coupons on the market has depreciated by more than 40%.
Zhou Qi took out eight dollars and asked Zhou Mingfa to go to the glass factory to collect treasury bonds. This was not just ordinary help from family.
He had it figured out clearly that as long as he could make his second uncle a "timely helper" in the factory, it would be much easier to operate the factory in the future.
What do workers care about most now? Whoever pays them is the boss!
Zhu Haibing's grandson only knows how to fleece the workers all day long. Sooner or later, this kind of bastard will fall.
The glass factory is currently a hole that cannot be filled. More than 1800 people are waiting for food every day, and the state has to spend to yuan every year just to pay their salaries.
When the reform wave came in the 1990s, these people would have to line up to get their layoff certificates.
"Uncle, please do the math!"
Zhou Qi counted on his fingers and taught his father a lesson: "There are coupons on the market that sell for 10 yuan for 6.5 yuan, but I will ask you to pay 8 yuan.
If you give us an extra 1.5 yuan per ticket, how can the workers not appreciate your kindness? In two years, when you become the leader, we may be able to control the whole factory."
Zhou Mingfa's eyes lit up as he listened, and suddenly he realized something was wrong:
"You don't have to give them eight dollars. Seven dollars is enough to make them happy. Our money didn't come from the wind. We can't be so wasteful in charity, right?"
This old worker was very quick at handling his business, which made Zhou Qi laugh.
"You really are... a few days ago you were still complaining that you had wasted most of your life!"
Zhou Qi teased, "Now look what happened, you are more calculating than anyone else."
This touched Zhou Mingfa's sore spot. He touched the wound that hadn't been sutured yet and smiled bitterly: "I've finally figured it out after these days in the hospital. I have to be strong as a person!"
Early the next morning, Zhou Mingfa threw away his hospital gown and went straight to the factory.
Next to the clanging glass bottle production line in the workshop, he dropped two bombshells - first he said he would rush to make new wine bottles according to the blueprint, and then he took out his wallet: "Ten dollars in treasury bonds, seven dollars and fifty cents in cash!"
The workers were in an uproar. Old Zhang held up the coupon tremblingly and asked, "Old Zhou, are you serious? Don't make fun of us!"
Zhou Mingfa slapped the money on the operating table, and the coins jingled: "Cash transaction, no cheating!"
The entire workshop was set on fire in an instant, and the workers were rummaging through boxes and cabinets looking for treasury bonds, as if they were digging for gold.
"Mr. Zhou, how much do you want to charge?" a tentative question came from the crowd.
Everyone knows that the workers in this workshop usually live frugally and their belts are so tight that they almost leave marks on their trousers.
Zhou Mingfa works so hard every day just to fill his stomach, how can he be someone who can spend a lot of money?
A few anxious people came up and said, "I have three hundred yuan in treasury bonds at the bottom of my chest. You have to give me two hundred and one at a 30% discount."
Someone patted his work clothes pocket and shouted, "I just gave fifty treasury bonds to Director Zhu as a gift last week. Now I'm out five meal tickets!"
"Take as much as you can!"
Zhou Mingfa raised his voice to suppress the chattering: "Please tell everyone to bring the coupons to my house during lunch break and I will pay in cash on the spot!"
These words were like pouring a bucket of water into a frying pan, and the workshop suddenly exploded.
The glass factory is half-dead these days. Workers are considered diligent if they work two hours a day. The rest of the time they either sit against the wall playing cards or basking in the sun and chatting.
In less than half a cigarette's time, the news had spread through the cracks in the factory's iron fences to every corner.
At noon, the sun was scorching, and the entrance to Zhou Mingfa's house was already crowded with people.
Neighbors came with their bowls in hand to watch the fun, and children rode on the wall to count heads - this scene was even more lively than the temple fair on the 15th day of the first lunar month.
When Zhou Qi rushed into the alley on his smoking motorcycle, the snakeskin bag tied to the back seat was bulging and about to burst, and the crowd began to buzz in an uproar.
"Look! The zipper of the canvas bag is open!"
When the sharp-eyed ones saw the bundles of silver sticking out of the bags, their voices changed.
The young boys squatting on the courtyard wall stretched their necks and were pulled down by their parents’ trouser legs: “You are courting death! If you fall, we won’t have the money to treat you!”
In the eyes of the neighbors, Zhou Mingfa had really made a fortune. Who could have thought that they could come up with so much cash?