He scolded his two brothers-in-law and turned off the lights and went to bed.

On the third day, he left the city and left the city to Chen City. Guo Changyou took Sang Bai and his men to the newly built factory to take a look. He arranged to stay in the factory dormitory for a while, and then borrowed a car to send Sang Bai to the publishing house.

The car is a Nissan crown borrowed from Toma Textile. It looks a bit like an old crown, which is like a taxi in the city, with a square head and a square brain.

Although it doesn't look very good, this thing is not cheap at all now. It costs more than 700,000 yuan to come to China seriously.

This price is more expensive than Rolls-Royce in 40 years.

The car was borrowed to make Sang Bai look good. Sang Bai didn't care at first, but what Guo Changyou meant was that it was important to talk about business face.

In fact, Deji Textile is not too far from Fulong Printing Service, and it takes only five or six minutes to take the bus. As soon as he saw him coming to Fulong Printing Service, the driver reminded Sangbai.

So Sangbai turned his attention to the factory area of ​​Fulong Printing.

Fulong Library looks like a large factory, surrounded by walls, with about 40 or 50 acres of land. You should know that in 40 years, a house of one square meter will cost more than 100,000 yuan. Now, in addition to factories, there is no such feeling as a metropolitan forty years.

The factory style is standard at the entrance of the factory. The guard room on the left is the marble background wall on the right is written with Fulong Library. There are two rows of gold sweeping characters in Fulong Printing. There is a large iron door in the middle, which does not even have an automatic retractable door.

The first thing I saw when I arrived at the gate was a three-story small concrete building.

The small building with no characteristics has a Western appearance, which looks a bit like the White House. However, it is a little smaller than the size, and it does not have the momentum of the White House. Perhaps in the current aesthetics, this small building is not bad.

Behind the small building are eight or nine flat-floor factories, brand new, you can tell at a glance that it has been built for a few years. The remaining half is empty.

When the car arrived at the door, Sangbai found a group of people standing at the door, and a banner was put on at the door: Welcome Mr. Sangbai to come and guide!

What a guy, full of domestic style!

"Welcome, welcome! Mr. Sang, we can look forward to you."

Seeing that Sang Bo was sitting in a Nissan sedan stopped, before Sang Bo pushed the door down, Mu Yongliang quickly stepped forward and opened the door, and put his hands on the door frame. The service was quite in place and his posture was very low.

“You’re welcome, you’re welcome”

Sang Bai came here alone today. Guo Changyou had something to do, and his two brothers-in-law Sang Bai never thought of embarrassing them, so he threw them directly at Guo Changyou's company.

"For an introduction, this is our general manager..."

Seeing that Sang Bo got out of the car, Mu Yongliang began to introduce Sang Bo.

Sang Bai stretched out his hand to the smiling young man and said a happy meeting.

"Welcome to our company..."

Looking at Sang Bai, who was much younger than him, couldn't help but sigh in his heart that he became the general manager of Fulong at the age of 28, which actually occupied the family's strength, but the person in front of him was different. He would make money that most people would never make in their lifetime with a book.

Sang Bai was also surprised by the youth of the general manager. He originally thought that no matter how young he was, he would be about thirty-five, but he didn't expect that this person looked like he was only in his twenties.

After everyone was polite for a while, they met the middle-level managers, they walked into the small building together, and went to the reception room to sit down, and everyone started chatting.

The topic is naturally Sangbai's shameless book "Sangbai Teaches You to Learn English".

Although shameless, the market response was surprisingly good. In just a moment, hundreds of thousands of copies had been sold, and I kept receiving urges from Guohua to go out to the store.

"I brought the next few volumes here."

Sang Bai did not show off his makeup and took out the remaining few volumes and placed them on the table.

No one in the conference room immediately reached out to get it, because both Mu Yongliang and the young general manager understood that the Mr. Sangbai, who was sitting in front of him, was his own big gold mine. If he served this person well, then his own publishing project would have a fist project within at least five years.

These people even plan to directly make Fulong a signboard for English textbooks: as long as they mention English textbooks, they can think of Fulong Library.

If you want to do this, then the sang bai in front of you must win over it.

Sang Bai took out the last few books, just waiting for the others to offer the price. After waiting for a long time, he didn't mention these people, so he thought to himself: Are these people not going to continue working? It doesn't look like it, don't you say that the sales are pretty good?

But when it comes to kung fu, Sangbai has always been patient.

Just as Sang Bai was about to spend time with these people, the young general manager signaled to the female secretary next to him.

So after a while, when the female secretary twisted her little butt came back, a document was placed in front of Sangbai.

After opening it and looking at it, Sangbai smiled.

This contract is better than last time, almost twice as much as last time, but in addition to the booklet, tapes have also been added in terms of terms, which means that Fulong Library is also preparing to launch tapes that match books.

The conditions were very good, at least the state-owned publishing house cannot be opened now. Sang Bai looked inside and out, and felt that there was no big problem, so he took out a pen from his pocket and signed it a few times.

The general manager laughed and said, "Mr. Sang is so refreshing."

"The biggest thing about cooperation is win-win. Anyone who is exploited once will cut off the path of cooperation in the future," Sang Bai said with a smile.

"That's good," the young general manager clapped.

I don’t know if I really agree or purely, but there are cheers in the house anyway.

This feeling suddenly made Sang Bo feel a little addicted. After coming back to his senses, he criticized himself: No wonder there are many foolish monarchs in history. It is difficult to live under such conditions as flattery all year round.

I just sell books better, just like that. If I were the emperor who controlled life and death, how terrible was this guy facing?

Mu Yongliang finally heard the meaning outside the word and asked, "Does Mr. Sang have a plan to make a new work?"

Sang Bai smiled and said, "Well, it is relatively higher than "Sang Bai Teach You to Learn English". I plan to call "Sang Bai Teach You to Learn Business English" in total. This thing is more formal and deeper..."

Sangbai was preparing to get several reference books for preparation last year. One is to make money. The village’s environmentally friendly whirlpool generator sets need to be built, and infrastructure construction such as sewer pipes and sewage treatment have to be done.

I used to live in a permanent space, but now I have been sleeping for a while. Sangbai thought I could live in the countryside, but my life was modern. No matter what, I had to have a toilet! The requirements were higher, and such a good hot spring had to go home, all of which cost money.

I never thought that Guo Changyou would be a gift-giving boy, nor did I expect that Tokuma Cangjie came to help sell peaches. Sang Bo could not count on the money from selling books to do this?

But now Guo Changyou, the old boy who gave money, appeared, Tokuma, the boy who sold peaches, also went to work, and the money was settled, but Sang Bai couldn't throw all the copied books back into the space in vain.

Because there are too few English textbooks in this era, especially good English textbooks. Even if you make contributions to the country, you have to sell them out!

This matter is done, as if he steals books from forty years to sell them to this era, and Sang Bai himself feels so wronged.

"How many sets?!"

Mu Yongliang looked at his own boss and asked in surprise.

"There are two more sets, not even this set. One is a better literary student, and the other is a young English textbook, which is mainly written for children. Of course, it is also very friendly to beginners," said Sang Bai.

"When will it come out?" asked the young general manager.

Sangbai said: "The two volumes for beginners have been completed in one and a half, and they can be done before October. The rest of the set is now full of flaws," Sangbai said.

"That's great!"

The young general manager burst into laughter.

There were new things sold on Sangbai, so Fulong naturally became more enthusiastic. Soon some minions left the reception room.

Gradually, everyone started talking a bit like a friend.

However, Sang Bo also understands that everyone pretends to be friends and fools each other. They will only see the truth when they are in trouble in the future. Nowadays, they call brothers, that is, to go to the grave and burn newspapers - fooling around.

Although this thing is nonsense, once you treat it as a friend, the atmosphere becomes warm.

Sangbai said again: "I have something to ask you all."

“You said”

The young general manager is so happy now. The more he looks at Sangbai, the more he looks like his fortune-seeking boy.

Sang Bai took out a few pieces of paper from his bag: "Help me make some such boxes, the main material is paper, and some plastic and wood..."

The young general manager took a look and gave it to Mu Yongliang. After Mu Yongliang looked at it, he said, "It's not cheap to make such things."

"You can calculate the price," said Sang Bo.

This thing is a paper box, which is originally an apple box from Sangbai's era, which contains an apple from Christmas Eve. It is a small pavilion with a national style, which is particularly exquisite and elegant. On one side, Sangbai added Li Bai's poem, and also the name he gave it to: Exiled Immortal Tao.

Don't underestimate this thing. An ordinary apple put on this thing and sold it for 88 on Christmas Eve, and the supply is still in short supply. Eighty-eight dollars, or at least twenty dollars, was used on this box. As for the apples contained in it, none of them are valuable.

The remaining dozens of dollars are earned by the seller.

Now this box of Sangbai is ready to be used to hold peaches, right! It is to hold peaches produced in Liujiazhuang.

No matter when, expensive things must be well-packed. There is no eye-catching packaging. Why is it so expensive to sell? Sangbait is not the ginseng fruit sold forever after eating it.

Mu Yongliang said: "Wait, I'll find someone to help you calculate the cost. As far as I guess, this thing cannot be made without a dollar."

"Well, help me calculate it," said Sang Bo.

Mu Yongliang soon found a middle-aged man in his forties and handed him the paper that Sang Bo hand-drawn.

This guy came over and praised him first. He hadn't seen anything like this for so many years when he was making packaging. He asked in detail. After waiting for five minutes, he gave Sang Bai a price of one yuan and five cents.

This price is quite high. You should know that a worker only earns thirty or forty yuan a month, and a packaging costs 1.5 yuan!

But Sanbo thinks it's worth it!

If you have this peach, you can sell for five yuan. If you don’t have this peach, you will be one yuan at most. Who will make a profit and lose?

"Let me do this, let's arrange 10,000 first, and when will the goods be delivered as soon as possible?" Sang Bo said.

"It's hard to say about this time, because the machine is now...but we guarantee it within two months," Mu Yongliang said.

Sang Bai shook his head: "No hurry to come, I need it for at most a month."

"The number is too small, we stop the machine and re-open..."

Listening to Mu Yongliang's analysis, Sang Bo understood that the machine was not 10,000 or 20,000, and at least 100,000 were needed. Moreover, the things he gave were quite complicated. He had to adjust the production line, but this was because this was Sang Bo's business, and he would not agree at all if he had someone else.

"One hundred thousand is one hundred thousand, I'll come here to sign the contract tomorrow," said Sang Bo.

The young general manager said: "Since that's the case, delivery will be made in that month!"

"Boss..." Mu Yongliang knew that this job was not easy to do.

"Print this first," said the young general manager.

It's very simple if both parties need each other.

Of course there is entertainment at night, and now it’s just a meal. It’s still early to expect such a Dong-style (service). Not to mention that kind of service, there is not even a place for regular singing and massage.

After drinking until nine o'clock, Sangbai was taken back to Guo Changyou's factory dormitory by a car. Of course, Sangbai is also a shareholder, and in a sense it is also Sangbai's factory. Unfortunately, Sangbai has no sense of ownership at all.
Chapter completed!