Mainly because he discovered that many of the things Jiang Chen said coincided with the group company's arrangements.
There are even some places where the understanding is more incisive and detailed, which makes people involuntarily marvel at it.
Coupled with the suggestions on packaging advertising and publicity and promotion, it is really a fruitful experience.
At this time, he also realized that he still underestimated Jiang Chen.
So does the entire group of companies.
From the beginning to the end, no one really took this young man seriously. Everyone generally thought that he was lucky enough to bump into him.
Therefore, these days, no one, including himself, thought of asking Jiang Chen if he had any suggestions or ideas.
But she actually has a lot of beauty in her chest, and she has already made it clear.
To paraphrase what he said, he has no money, otherwise this matter would really not be reunified, and he would just do it on his own.
After dinner, we went next door to see the factory.
Is it standard?
Obviously not standard.
Does it qualify?
That's so qualified. The floors and walls are clean and clear. To be honest, many so-called factories nowadays are far inferior to this one.
It's just a little small.
"How big is this?" Wang Yong asked.
In fact, he didn't care much about how much sauerkraut they could provide here, and that wasn't the purpose of following him.
But at this time, Jiang Chen's status in his mind was no longer the same as before.
Jiang Chen smiled and said: "It's almost a hundred square meters. I roughly estimated that it can produce forty or fifty tons a year."
Forty or fifty tons a year...
Six cents per catty, one thousand two cents per ton, forty or fifty tons, that is 48,000 to 60,000.
Then take out the costs...
"Wouldn't one million dollars be used for something else?" Wang Yong asked after roughly calculating.
It’s not that there’s less money.
It’s not that this business can’t be done.
He simply thought that Jiang Chen should look down on this.
Jiang Chen smiled and said: "You can't just look at the present. There will be less now, but it doesn't mean there will be less in the future.
I have calculated that one package of Laotan pickled cabbage noodles has ten grams, so 100 million packages will require one thousand tons of pickled cabbage.
Anyway, it's quite a lot, one thousand and two tons, one thousand tons, one and two million."
"That being said, it's impossible for everyone to buy yours. Besides, do you really think you can sell as many as 100 million packs?"
Wang Yong laughed dumbly.
He admitted that Jiang Chen was unusual, but he took this math problem a bit too far for granted.
At least he doesn't have that much confidence.
Jiang Chen said happily: "Then I can also sell it elsewhere. You are not the only one who can sell it. The sauerkraut can not only be used to make instant noodles."
After a pause, he said seriously: "As for the 100 million packs, I think it is very conservative. I think we can sell one billion packs a year in the future!"
In fact, I did nothing wrong.
In Wang Yong’s view, 100 million packages is a lot, but how much is it really?
You must know that the sales volume of Master Kong alone exceeded 200 million packages last year, and people waiting to get the goods queue up at the door of the factory every day.
As for Laotan Pickled Cabbage Noodles, it was a product that once alone achieved a miracle of annual sales of 4 billion per product in Tongyi. In its heyday, the total annual sales of this single product exceeded 10 billion.
This means that the upper limit of Laotan pickled cabbage noodles cannot be reached even if it is one billion packs a year, let alone 100 million packs a year.
"One billion packages a year?"
Wang Yong laughed again.
In his opinion, 100 million bags is awesome enough. One billion bags, is this an international joke?
Master Kang is not that capable, right?
He couldn't help but said happily: "Brother, are you kidding me? Where do you get so much confidence?"
"No, I really think it's okay. If you don't believe me, let's wait and see."
"..."
After chatting like this for almost half an hour, Wang Yong withdrew.
Orally promised an order, ten tons, total order, twelve thousand...
Zhang Hai and others followed closely and ran over.
"Brother Chen, is this the boss who wants pickled vegetables? How is the situation?"
"Yes, how is the situation? Have you placed an order? How much have you placed?"
"..."
Country cars are still very rare these days.
In an era when even motorcycles were rare, if someone bought a small car, they would definitely be rich and famous.
A group of people had noticed it a long time ago and kept looking here.
Jiang Chen shrugged and said with a smile: "It's not bad, 20,000 catties, I can barely make some money."
"Twenty thousand kilograms, why is it just this?"
"One pound is six cents, twenty thousand pounds is twelve thousand, is that right?"
"That's better than growing cotton and wheat. Even if the yield per mu is 5,000 jin, it only requires four acres of land. Four acres of land costs 12,000, and one acre costs 3,000!"
But I can’t accept it this way, what I want is still too little.”
"..."
A simple account can still be settled.
A group of people talked about it, some were envious and some were regretful.
Jiang Chen said happily: "Don't worry, this is just the beginning. The current order of ten tons does not mean that it will be the same in the future.
Let’s put it this way, in the next year, I can get a guaranteed order of 1,000 tons, so I can plant whatever I want. I don’t care about other teams. It’s not a problem for our team to plant all the plants.”
Ten tons is really not much.
The total order amount is only 12,000 yuan. If you collect the food, after excluding various costs, you can make 3,000 to 4,000 yuan.
But if it were one thousand tons, it would be quite considerable.
One thousand tons, that’s 1.2 million, of which 600,000 can be distributed to vegetable farmers according to the purchase price.
How many families are there in the team?
There are only thirty households in total, which means that the average household size is almost 20,000, and the income level has more than doubled.
After deducting some other costs, you can still earn three to four hundred thousand, which is definitely not bad at the moment.
It's just that this kind of statement is obviously not convincing.
Soon everyone stopped talking and laughing, and only Zhang Hai was left.
Seeing him hesitate to speak, Jiang Chen was amused: "You also think it's impossible?"
Zhang Hai chuckled: "A bit, a thousand tons, 1.2 million, that's too much."
"many……"
Jiang Chen was overjoyed: "What does this mean? I'm talking about a guarantee. Do you understand what a guarantee is?
The minimum guarantee is 1,000 tons, but in actuality, 10,000 tons is possible.”
"Ten thousand tons?"
After saying this, Zhang Hai became even more stupid: "No, Brother Chen, are you okay? Why are you talking nonsense?"
Jiang Chen waved his hand: "Go away, you're just talking nonsense. Anyway, you can handle it. If you want to believe me, just plant it. I guarantee you can make money. If you think it's not possible, then I won't force it. You can do it afterwards."
Just don’t regret it.”
After a pause, he added: "By the way, let me tell your wife, come over to help when the time comes, and I will pay you."
"What about me?" Zhang Hai licked his face and smiled again.
Jiang Chen laughed and scolded: "What are you doing? You are washing vegetables and pickling vegetables. They are all women. Are you sure you want to come?"
"Well……"
"That's okay, I'll still work hard, but if you want to help, you're welcome and I'll be there when you call me."
Zhang Hai laughed, and after finishing speaking, he was ready to leave.
Jiang Chen called out: "Wait a minute, let's talk it over when we go back and don't cause any conflicts over this matter, do you hear me?"
"That's not possible. You know Yang Mei, she's not that short-sighted." Zhang Haile said.
Jiang Chen laughed and scolded: "Did I say bayberry? I said your parents, and your brother and sister-in-law!"
Zhang Hai opened his mouth, but suddenly became speechless again.