Chapter two hundred and forty seventh summer restlessness
The weather is getting warmer, and there are more and more women wearing Yiren trench coats on the street. Some of the trench coats are combined with pencil pants and shirts, and some are combined with short skirts and stockings. In Songjiang this spring, the women walking on the streets seem to be more eager than ever.
Release hormones.
Qiu Xiaoyou followed Fang Zhe, his eyes wandering around the new workshop. The older female workers had no intention of watching Mr. Fang's inspection, while the younger ones quietly peeked, just peeking. After working for a few years, women are more
It is easy to see social reality clearly.
After completion, one of the two buildings quickly accommodated two thousand workers and equipment. There is no doubt that the environment for the workers has become much more relaxed, but it is also very limited. The other building is also being prepared and is waiting.
After the equipment arrived and was installed, production of so-called cheap summer clothing began.
"Wu Mingzhu has made a fortune. The sales volume in the two spring months totaled 5 million US dollars. Now she is discounting the last products. Your support for her is really not small." Qiu Xiaoyou couldn't help complaining, the same
As a partner, Fang Zhe obviously has a bias and focuses on Yiren's clothing.
"That's Wu Mingzhu's beautiful work. Clothes costing less than fifty US dollars were directly sold for US$15 to US$200. Working-class fashion, this slogan is very accurate. Even if you graduated from the Ivy League, this
You are not as good as her. Moreover, her payment is faster than yours. The cumulative payment for two purchases is one million U.S. dollars. If it were you, if you achieve such a large sales volume, you can make three to four million U.S. dollars.
, do you think I have so much liquidity to buy goods for you?"
Fang Zhe was very calm at this time, and was not shaken by Qiu Xiaoyou's several hints of having dinner together. Qiu Xiaoyou, who had studied in the United States for many years, could only hehehe, who knows who is playing with whom? It's not a bad business partner.
Yes, since she cannot be asked to guard it like Teacher Bai and Li Ping, there should be no further development.
"You are just partial." While Qiu Xiaoyou was still complaining, Mei Ying came towards him, waving a receipt in her hand: "Mr. Fang, the Yiren branch of Miguo has sent us a payment of one million U.S. dollars, asking about summer styles.
Condition."
This was such a divine assist that Qiu Xiaoyou immediately shut up. Since the beginning of this year, the total sales of the four-piece set have been less than one million, and now there is still an unpaid payment of 600,000 yuan. In comparison, the verdict is clear.
"No need to ask over there in the United States, have the sales results for the first quarter been calculated?" Fang Zhe walked back slowly, and Mei Ying stepped forward to follow him, reporting by the way: "Not yet. Based on past experience, the total sales for the first quarter should be
It’s about 80 million. The current sales share is 70% in Songjiang and other places along the Yangtze River, and 30% in the Imperial Capital. Mr. Fang, the Imperial Capital is still slow.”
Fang Zhe shook his head after hearing this: "How many days will it take for Yi Talent to be launched? Don't rush it." Having said that, Fang Zhe still agreed with Mei Ying's statement. In addition to Li Ping's two branches in the imperial capital, there are also branches in other provincial capital cities.
It will take at least a month to open, so the progress is indeed a bit slow.
In contrast, Jianye, Hangcheng, and Susu have already opened two branches, and the second branch has been open for a month. As long as this is Yu Fen's credit, the past two months have been really hard.
"Mr. Fang, we can't let go of the Imperial Capital." Mei Ying stepped forward and emphasized.
Fang Zhe stopped and said calmly: "I know, I will consider it."
Economic development has its own speed. Compared with the southeastern coastal areas and rivers, the north is indeed much slower. To put it bluntly, the opening of two branches in the northern market in Didu is a bit too little in Fang Zhe's opinion. Recently, Li Ping is busy opening two new stores.
This branch will definitely not be able to catch up with the spring sales. From this point of view, the progress in the Imperial Capital is indeed a bit slow.
The current sales model is like this. The price is unified. In the last month of each season, the tail goods time comes. The headquarters sends people to check the tail goods data and starts sales at discounts for different seasons. Judging from the sales of this year's spring models, the tail goods are very low.
Less, at least this is the situation in the southeast market. The situation in the Imperial Capital is even worse, with almost 1.50 to 20% of the remaining goods.
Continuing to walk forward to the corridor on the second floor of the old office building, Fang Lihua came out of the office: "Mr. Fang, the district construction company has built the fence, and you need to sign and pay the balance."
Fang Zhe took the document, glanced at it, signed it and handed it back: "What does the factory design say?" Fang Lihua said: "The development zone means unified planning in principle. The construction company can find it by itself. They can provide the design for a fee."
Fang Zhe stopped and smiled after hearing this: "The factory building needs a shitty design, and the office area needs someone to design the office building. But I can't make a flower. If they are willing to provide the design, let's give it a try. Time is not available.
Urgent, we don’t have that much money now.”
Fang Lihua smiled and said: "Director Tao called and said that no one answered the phone. He asked me to tell Mr. Fang to call back."
Well, Fang Zhe nodded and entered the office, picked up the phone and went back, and soon heard Secretary Tao's voice: "Fang Zhe, the land you want is settled, but the location is a bit off. It should be considered the outer area of Shuijiazui.
It’s about five kilometers away from the Pearl Tower.”
Fang Zhe was ecstatic when he heard this: "Thank you, Director Tao, don't you have to go to the auction?"
"A piece of land of thirty acres is not too big, and the location is not very good. I asked the leader for special approval."
Fang Zhe breathed a sigh of relief. The exact amount of money spent was not important. What was important was getting a piece of land.
"Thank you, leader. I'll go over and handle the formalities right away." Fang Zhe couldn't hide his joy, but Director Tao asked, "Xiao Fang, what do you plan to build on this piece of land? The plans for that area are full of high-rise buildings."
"Of course it's an office building. It's not suitable to build anything else." Fang Zhe remained calm. Director Tao was silent for a few seconds: "There's a lot of financial pressure, right? As for an office building, it's difficult for the construction committee to approve it if the floors are low.
.”
"Let's wait and see. It will be difficult to officially start it for a while." Fang Zhe told the truth, and Director Tao was silent again: "As soon as possible, at least we have to have a look. We still need to have a long-term plan."
"Understood, thank you for the leadership's instructions." Fang Zhe hung up the phone after hearing laughter from the other side. Standing there, Fang Zhe felt melancholy and said to himself: "This is to embark on the path of a real estate developer.
What?"
Fang Zhe touched his chin and pondered for a while. Qiu Xiaoyou, who followed him, stood aside and looked at the focused man quietly.
The chief manager, Fang Lihua, also stood aside quietly, and Mei Ying, who was making tea, also stopped. Normally, when Fang Zhe is in this state, he is most afraid of being disturbed by others, and it is best not to make any movement at all. Therefore,
This will be like pressing the pause button.
When it comes to building buildings, the most famous one in the past few years is the Giant Building. That fellow was unlucky because of it. The tone was set too high, and there was something wrong with the company's business model. The prosperous brain gold
, the capital chain is broken immediately.
Of course, the market for health care products in the past few years has been similar. With crazy advertising bombardment, there is a strong atmosphere that people all over the country need health care products overnight. Fang Zhe remembered a joke that people in the border areas are still eating grass.
"Pfft!" Fang Zhe laughed out loud, and the timeout ended. Mei Ying brought tea over, and Fang Zhe's special cup was put down.
Keemun black tea, this is a habit Fang Zhe developed in his previous life, and he picked it up in this life.
Qiu Xiaoyou sat down: "What are you laughing at?" Fang Zhe didn't answer, Fang Lihua said: "Director Fang, what do you think about building a Yiren Building?" Fang Lihua was stunned for a moment, but didn't answer in a hurry, but was dumbfounded.
Look at Fang Zhe.
After a while, he said: "Do you have that kind of money? Even if you do, it's better to use it to expand channels and open more branches."
Fang Zhe then explained: "I took a piece of land in Shuijiazui, which is enough to build a building."
Fang Lihua looked at Fang Zhe with a dull expression: "Mr. Fang, you have to be responsible for the development of the company." It was obvious that he was not optimistic about it.
Fang Zhe knows that the current situation cannot be explained clearly, and the bridge is not even open to traffic. If you tell her that there will be the number one financial district in the Far East in the future, she has to believe it.
"Shouting slogans, how can we have the money to build buildings now?" Fang Zhe said angrily, and Fang Lihua breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good."
"Anyway, let's find someone to do the design first. Just put on a show. Well, surround the land with a wall to prevent grass from growing inside and not looking good outside." Fang Zhe said and felt happy. This piece of land
No matter what, he made a lot of money. This is what a certain rich man in Hong Kong did. He hoarded a piece of land to grow grass and sold it after many years.
If it weren't for the identity of a Hong Kong businessman, he would have been taken back long ago. Fang Zhe must have built a building, and he would be the one who regretted not building it.
Before the restless summer came, two new branches were added in Imperial Capital, two more branches were added in Songjiang, three branches each in Hangcheng, Susu, and Jianye, branches in Xi and Chang were opened, and branches in Feicheng, Hanshi, and Zhengshi were opened.
There are three branches in Northeast China, one in Northland Province, and one in Hedong Province.
One spring has passed, and Yiren Clothing has expanded at an alarming pace. The total number of branches nationwide has reached 25.
The first workshop in Jiangdong Development Zone was built, and more than 1,000 people were stationed there, 800 of whom were recruited from Jianghuai Province, and 300 were recruited locally from rural areas near Jiangdong. The number of employees under Yuanda Company is close to 4,000.
As the proficiency of employees increased, output also surged. In order to earn more foreign exchange, the low-cost clothing plan was repeatedly postponed. One week after the official launch of Yiren's summer models, ten sales phones at Yuanda's headquarters were buzzed with calls.
A small meeting was being held in Fang Zhe's office. When the top management gathered together, everyone was smiling.
Qiu Xiaoyou attended the meeting as a shareholder and did not rush to speak. Instead, he first took out a check and placed it in front of Fang Zhe: "The balance has been settled. I hope that our company will not be ignored in the next shipment."
In the past month, Qiu Xiaoyou was almost pissed off. The containers shipped to the United States were all Yiren's summer clothes. Occasionally, there was a container containing a four-piece suit and a so-called cheap cultural shirt and shorts suit.
What Qiu Xiaoyou almost shouted was: Isn’t my money money?