readytorunbook Chapter 152 Planning to take down Yage Dyeing Factory
Chapter 152 Planning to take down Yage Dyeing Factory
Wei Liangxing saw that the situation seemed to be out of control, and his face was so angry that he was deformed. Damn it, they are all bastards who are greedy for money.
"You..." Wei Liangxing was about to get angry, but Song Lifen from the sales department hurriedly held him down.
"Old Wei, please stop talking. Besides, everyone is going to leave. Can you still open your factory?" Song Lifen said softly.
Wei Liangxing held back his anger, suppressed his anger and asked in a low voice: "Then what do you think we should do now?"
"You go back first, I will appease them and pay them one month's salary first." Song Lifen said.
Wei Liangxing couldn't think of any other way, so he nodded in agreement and left angrily.
Everyone was anxious when they saw their boss running away.
"Why did you run away? The problem has not been solved."
"That's right, come back!"
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Song Lifen hurriedly stepped forward and said with a smile: "Everyone be quiet, be quiet. Everyone knows the situation in the factory now. Difficulties are temporary. How can a factory as big as Chint not even pay wages? The boss agreed and will pay them tomorrow. Everyone is paid. Our sales department has also negotiated some orders today. Everyone, do your best and I won’t treat you badly."
Everyone was relieved when they heard that wages could be paid.
"Let's all go back to our respective posts. Work will start soon." Song Lifen said with a smile.
"Okay, Manager Song has spoken, we believe it, let's go." The workers replied loudly.
After the others left, Song Lifen brought factory director Song Jianghai to Wei Liangxing's office.
When Wei Liangxing saw them coming in, he hurriedly asked: "Why is this happening? Are they still making trouble?"
"It's suppressed for the time being." Song Jianghai said helplessly.
"You, you, a factory director are not as effective as a manager like Lifen. No one can handle this." Wei Liangxing scolded.
Song Jianghai is 48 years old this year and is considered an elder in front of a few people. Being scolded by Wei Liangxing, a 25-6 year old boy, he felt that he had lost his face.
Seeing that his expression was wrong, Song Lifen said hurriedly: "This is not the responsibility of Director Song alone. He cannot be blamed alone. Director Song also worked very hard. Director Song, don't take it to heart. The boss is also in a hurry." .”
Wei Liangxing also felt that he had gone too far, and said hurriedly: "Yes, yes, Lifen is right, I just talk fast, don't take it to heart."
"I understand, it's okay, I can bear it. The top priority now is to solve the problems in the factory. If this continues, it will be really dangerous." Song Jianghai said.
"What do you think? Let us know." Wei Liangxing asked.
Everyone was silent. Song Jianghai sighed and said, "Let me say a few words. The current situation is like this. Chint's orders have dropped a lot, which has led to a decrease in everyone's income, but it's not so bad that they can't survive." The biggest problem now is that the quality of our products is not as good as before, and the color of the fabrics we produce cannot keep up with the times. This is the biggest problem. If this continues, the customers we have are probably It can’t be saved either.”
Wei Liangxing looked at Song Lifen: "You know the market best, right?"
Song Lifen nodded: "Director Song is right, he pointed out the problem at once. For quality problems, we can use good materials, but the color is not fashionable enough, which is fatal. The reason why Yage Dyeing Factory can They took away our order because their colors are fashionable and beautiful. What’s more, they have their own core products, and the silk they produce is of extremely high quality. I’ve seen it, and I can’t find another one with the same quality on the market. Silk of this quality. They sell it very expensively, a piece of silk costs 600 yuan, but the supply is still in short supply."
"Who is their colorist? Can they hire him at a high price?" Wei Liangxing asked.
Several people hesitated and did not dare to say anything.
Wei Liangxing became anxious and asked Song Lifen, "Lifen, tell me."
Song Lifen glanced at the factory director and replied, "It's your uncle Wei Guoqiang."
As soon as these words came out, Wei Liangxing stopped talking and sat in a chair, deep in thought.
"This old guy actually dares to confront me, huh! Is there anyone else besides him?" Wei Liangxing asked.
He knew better than anyone how he took over the Chint Dyeing Factory from Wei Guoqiang. He never expected that Wei Guoqiang would actually go to work in Yage Dyeing Factory.
"I conducted a private investigation and found a few technicians who used to work in our factory. They all said that they couldn't do it. No one knew the color formula, only Wei Guoqiang knew it. I spent money to let them secretly I'm learning to match it, but I just can't get the color right," Song Jianghai said.
"The color is almost the same, we don't need to be exactly the same." Wei Liangxing said.
Song Jianghai didn't quite agree. In this way, wouldn't their good big factory become a copycat factory? If word gets out, where will he put his old face?
"I heard that they have a core product. The dyed silk can be sold for 600 yuan a piece. We are targeting them specifically. I don't believe it. A factory as big as ours can't overwhelm him." Wei Liangxing explain.
"But it is satin and silk. If we want to produce it, the cost will be very high. Our current funds are not enough." Song Jianghai said.
"You don't have to worry about the funds, I'll take care of it," Wei Liangxing said.
Recently, he met a loan shark while playing cards. He was told that he could borrow any amount of money as long as he asked.
"Okay, I'll make the arrangements right away." Song Jianghai reluctantly agreed, then lowered his head and left.
When Song Lifen saw the person leaving, she smiled and stepped forward to squeeze Wei Liangxing's shoulder: "Brother Xing, why have you been home recently? I'm alone at home, so scared!"
Wei Liangxing pinched the center of his eyebrows, raised his head and looked at Song Lifen with a narrowed look: "You little goblin, do you want to squeeze me dry before you stop?"
"I hate it, are you feeling bad? Are you always hiding from others?" Song Lifen rubbed her proud breasts against the man.
Wei Liangxing couldn't bear it anymore. He reached out to the woman and squeezed her hard.
"Good boy, I haven't been able to do it recently. My tigress is keeping an eye on me. After two days, the things in the factory are settled and I'll go find you." Wei Liangxing said with a smile.
"Okay, let me let you go first. By the way, what are you going to do with the funds?" Song Lifen inquired, her eyes moving rapidly.
"I plan to borrow some from Brother Biao. Anyway, we ship the goods quickly and can return them soon."
"How much do you plan to borrow?"
Wei Liangxing thought for a while, with a trace of ruthlessness in his eyes: "I'm going to do something big, and I'll just knock down the Yage Dyeing Factory. By then, Wei Guoqiang will have no job, so I'll see if he still dares to go against me. "
"That will cost a lot of money. Our capital chain is seriously insufficient now. The Yage Dyeing Factory's silk shipments reach 5000 pieces a month. Just buying white silk and satin costs 300 yuan per piece, plus dye. , to produce one piece of silk, it is estimated to cost 350 yuan, so if you calculate it, it will cost 175 million per month. We can't just purchase goods for one month, even if we only buy 1 pieces, it will still cost 350 million." Song Lifen said.
"Aren't you familiar with Brother Biao? You can help me find out. I want to borrow 400 million, and I won't treat you badly when the deal is done." Wei Liangxing touched Song Lifen and said with a smile.
Song Lifen was overjoyed and said hurriedly: "I recently took a fancy to a car!"
"Buy it and write your name." Wei Liangxing said generously.
"Thank you, Brother Xing." Song Lifen was overjoyed and kissed Wei Liangxing's fat face with her big red lips.
"Go quickly." Wei Liangxing smiled.
Song Lifen twisted her waist and went out happily.