In April, it was a bumper harvest of strawberries in Changping base. In addition to the special strawberries, there were also people who came to buy strawberries after hearing the news from nearby provinces and cities. Now only the last robin of strawberries has been ordered.

Zichun stood in front of the office window and looked at the strawberry-delivered trucks parked outside the base door, frowned.

When I was in Fujian, I could still borrow He Liuye’s light and use his cheap fleet to deliver goods. However, in Beijing, transportation costs are inevitable and a large amount of expenses. What’s more troublesome is that the fleet in Beijing is busy and often cannot borrow. How can a delicate fruit like strawberries be less than two days a day? What should I do? I can only add money. Moreover, the transportation requirements for strawberries are quite high, and the shock absorption work must be done well, so the requirements for the fleet are also increased accordingly.

Zichun has calculated this calculation. If the production of strawberry base doubles in the future, it is obviously not very cost-effective and unreliable to borrow a fleet.

She raised her doubts with Ling Mei.

Ling Mei patted her shoulder in surprise and said, "Zichun, how can you have a vision!"

Zichun smiled embarrassedly: "Then have you thought about how to deal with this?"

Ling Mei asked her with a smile: "What suggestions do you have?"

Zichun hesitated and said, "Can we build a transportation convoy by ourselves? I have thought about it carefully. Now the urban construction is in full swing. Not only is it about transporting strawberries, but our fleet can also take on external work when we are free, and we will definitely make a profit."

Ling Mei snapped her fingers and praised: "You can think that it is not easy to form a fleet. But can you be more bold?"

Zichun turned her head. She already felt that her ideas were bold enough, so how could she be bold?

Ling Mei smiled and said: "In addition to fleet transportation, we also need to build large warehouses in Beijing-Tianjin Yi and Jiangjianhu. Having a complete logistics company is our strongest support."

Zichun was stunned: How many warehouses do you have to build and how much does it cost?

Ling Mei sighed: "In addition to money, professional logistics management talents are also a big problem. However, I already have a direction."

Zichun asked curiously: "Who are you interested in again?"

Ling Mei pursed her lips and smiled: "The secret of heaven cannot be revealed."

Zichun said anxiously: "What secrets do you have to do with me? Tell me quickly."

Ling Mei shrewd softly: "Don't be anxious. I'm not sure about this, it depends on Zhuolin's ability."

Guangzhou Fuzhou.

Zhuolin got off the train and headed straight to Fuzhou Railway Bureau.

"Are you looking for Director Zhou Xiaokun and Zhou?" The guard shook his head, "He is no longer here."

Zhuo Lin was not surprised and handed the whole pack of cigarettes to the guard: "Then where can I find him?"

The guard took the cigarette and sighed: "It's really unfair to talk about Director Zhou. A crazy ex-wife caused a tragic disaster. Now he has been transferred to the newly built Railway Bureau Museum.

Zhuolin asked for the address and turned to the Railway Bureau Museum.

I only found that the so-called museum is still under reconstruction when I arrived at the local area.

The entire half-demolished and half-built building was shrouded in dust raised by scaffolding and cement ash, and the weather was gloomy, so I felt suffocated.

Zhuolin stopped a worker and asked, "Is your Director Zhou here?"

The worker was stunned and turned his head and shouted, "Director Zhou. Someone is looking for you."

Zhuolin saw a man wearing a hard hat turn around amid the shouts and strode towards him.

Zhou Xiaokun had a good appearance and a good spirit, but his eyes were inevitably dim. He looked at Zhuolin in confusion and asked, "Are you looking for me?"

Zhuo Lin quickly stepped forward and held his hand and shook it hard: "Mr. Zhou. I am the deputy general manager of Xinnong Company of Nanping Yunlai Village, Zhuo Lin." He paused, "Xiao Lingmei is my leader."

Zhou Xiaokun was surprised. Of course he remembered Xiao Lingmei. His son’s classmate was also a very powerful peasant entrepreneur.

He asked in confusion: "Xiao Lingmei asked you to come to me? What's the matter?"

Zhuolin smiled and said, "Mr. Zhou, do you have time? Can we sit down and have a good chat?"

Zhou Xiaokun was also curious about the reason why he asked Mei to find him. He turned around and ordered the foreman a few words, and took Zhuolin to his temporary office location.

Unexpectedly, Zhuo Lin said: "It is not convenient to talk in the office. I see there is a teahouse there. How about I invite Mr. Zhou to have a cup of tea?"

Zhou Xiaokun was stunned and smiled and said, "What can we do inconveniently talk to in the office?"

Having said that, I followed Zhuolin to find a teahouse and ordered a pot of tea, and sat opposite me.

When serving tea, Zhuolin instructed the clerk again: "We bring our own tea."

As he said that, he took out a red jar that was the size of a fist from his bag, took some dark green and fragrant tea leaves to make a pot of tea in person, and poured a cup for Zhou Xiaokun.

Zhou Xiaokun is a person who knows the goods. He looked at the golden red tea soup and the shape of the leaves, and after tasting the taste, he looked up in shock: "It's really Dahongpao? At least the second generation, right?"

Zhuo Lin smiled unanimously and said, "This is something Mr. Xiao got accidentally. Just like you."

Zhou Xiaokun slowly drank a few sips of tea and put down the tea cup: "You and Mr. Xiao should have heard of my current situation." He turned around and looked at the gray museum outside the window, as if he was looking at his future. "I have nothing to help you anymore."

"Mr. Zhou." Zhuo Lin smiled and added tea to him, "We Mr. Xiao admired your character and ability very much. After she heard about your recent situation, she intended to invite Mr. Zhou to come out."

Zhou Xiaokun had an incredible big eye: "Please come out? What can I do for your company?"

Zhuo Lin said softly: "Mr. Zhou, are you interested in coming to our company and starting a business together?"

Zhou Xiaokun stared at Zhuo Lin with a cup for a while, and laughed: "Mr. Xiao is engaged in agriculture and forestry--"

"No." Zhuo Lin pushed his glasses, "This time Mr. Xiao wants to be a logistics company that will spread the country."

Zhou Xiaokun blurted out and said in surprise: "Logistics? Xiao Lingmei wants to do logistics?!"

The concept of logistics started from the United States and was introduced to China in the mid-to-late 1980s. So it was still a new thing at this time. However, Zhou Xiaokun had a deep understanding of logistics for many years in the Railway Bureau.

The leader said earlier: If you want to get rich, build roads first.

Only when traffic is smooth can natural barriers become thoroughfares.

At the same time, there is another condition that everyone ignores: only with logistics can there be the meaning of road construction.

Zhou Xiaokun's heart, which was half-dead, suddenly became warm: "Logistics is a money-burning job. Do you want to do national logistics? How much time does it take and how much money do you know? Can you get the investment of tens of millions or hundreds of millions of dollars?"

Zhuolin took a sip of tea: "Mr. Zhou, eat with rice and walk step by step. The logistics company also needs to open one city and one city."

Zhou Xiaokun asked: "Which city do you want to start with?"

Zhuolin said: "Beijing City, Haicheng."

Zhou Xiaokun smiled: "What, isn't Guangzhou caught Mr. Xiao's eyes?"

Zhuo Lin shook his head: "The convoy in Guangzhou is already quite weathered, and what is needed is someone to come out to integrate. This matter is too difficult, so we won't join in the fun."

Zhou Xiaokun couldn't help asking: "Why did Mr. Xiao think of doing logistics?"
Chapter completed!