Chen Jianghe’s plan is to invest 1,000 yuan in advance to purchase a batch of silk scraps and transport them to his hometown in Yiwu, and mobilize the whole village to help make silk flowers.
He had already thought about how to make the silk flowers, so he used the simplest method, a stamping chisel, which is similar to a chisel used to smash copper paper money. It can cut through dozens of pieces in one go and cut out small petals, which can be glued together to form a bouquet of flowers.
, this job is not difficult. What is difficult is that it requires a lot of manpower and is a labor-intensive industry.
After listening to Chen Jianghe's explanation, Lin Yi nodded in agreement, "Have you thought about your first product?"
"I haven't thought about it yet, I just want to think about it here." Chen Jianghe scratched his head and said.
In fact, I have thought about it very carefully.
"What are you going to use the flower branches for?" Lin Yi asked.
"Oh, I see that those big factories use iron wire and then wrap it with cloth strips to make fake branches." Chen Jianghe had indeed observed.
"Can you buy so much iron wire? Moreover, the price of iron wire is also very high, which increases the cost a lot." Lin Yi said.
"I have thought about it before. Silk flower waste is very cheap and can be compressed manually. Iron wire cannot be purchased in large quantities and the price accounts for almost half of the cost. Brother Yi, do you have any good ideas?" Chen Jianghe asked.
"Simple, use real branches." Lin Yi said.
Chen Jianghe was stunned, "Real tree branches are as simple as that, so why don't they use this method at the state-owned silk flower factory?"
"Because they are not short of money, the most important thing they pursue when exporting is quality. There is a risk of rotting branches. If mold occurs, they will have to compensate and lose reputation and market. Another reason is that they can have a unified shape, but branches cannot."
Lin Yidao,
After hearing this, Chen Jianghe suddenly realized that there were so many ways to do this.
"What about us?"
Lin Yi smiled softly, "Haha, we can just use branches. What do people pursue? The first is good-looking and practical, and the second is cheap."
"So the suggestion I give you is to make peach blossoms as your first product. There are peach orchards in many places. They cut the branches and take them back to dry in the sun. They are almost dry. They trim them a little and make them out of silk cloth.
Petals, flower bones, and a few buds and leaves are added to form a peach blossom branch. As long as there are four or five such flower branches, it can be considered a bouquet and can be sold for sale, what do you think?"
After Lin Yi finished speaking, Chen Jianghe's little eyes became extremely bright.
Lin Yi helped him solve all the things he hadn't thought of before with just a few words, and said excitedly: "Brother Yi, you are so awesome. The peach branches are free of charge, and the peach blossoms are easy to make and save materials. It's great."
Lin Yi smiled.
Why did he come up with this idea.
Actually, it’s nothing profound.
Nor is it derived from any economic theory he used.
But his mother once bought these peach blossom branches. She bought a handful during the Chinese New Year and put them in a vase when she came back to celebrate the whole year.
After all the problems were solved, Chen Jianghe did not leave. He ran to Hanzheng Street and observed stall after stall.
Look at the price of goods and how people do business.
He then followed Jiang Wu, Li Xiang and the others to help sell goods. Seeing that Lin Yi's business was doing so well, he felt both envious and admired.
Two days later, when Chen Jianghe was about to leave, Lin Yi took out a thousand yuan and said, "This is my investment. If you lose it, it will be considered a failure. It's up to you how to divide the profits."
"Brother Yi, don't worry, I am confident that I will make money. If you make money from your investment, we will split it 50-50," Chen Jianghe said.
Lin Yi knew that Chen Jianghe was a very trustworthy person, "Okay, I'll do as you said." He escorted Chen Jianghe out of Hanzheng Street until he got on the bus.
When the bus was about to leave, Chen Jianghe shouted to Lin Yi from the window: "Brother Yi, I will come here in a month at most."
"Waiting for your good news." Lin Yi smiled and waved goodbye.
When returning to the store, the bookstall owner saw Lin Yi and immediately shouted: "Boss Lin, I just saw you. You asked me to help collect books before. I have already collected a batch. Do you want to take a look?"
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Lin Yi walked over and asked, "How many have you collected? Are there any good books?"
"Okay, it's up to you to decide. There are too many things and I don't have them with me. How about I go back and deliver them to you? Which one do you like?" the bookstall owner said politely.
"Okay, I'll wait for you in the store." Lin Yi responded.
Half an hour later, the bookstall owner arrived at Lin Yi's store with a cart with several cardboard boxes on it, "Brother Xiao Wu, is Boss Lin here?"
"Here, Brother Yi said you would send the books over, Dabo and Erkui, help move them upstairs." Xiao Wu shouted.
Dabo Erkui quickly helped move the books, and the bookstall owner followed him up to the second floor with a box in his arms.
Lin Yi's facade has a second floor in the front and a first floor in the back. There is a courtyard in the middle, and the front hall serves as the facade. The upstairs was originally the resting place of the main family, with a living room and a lounge, totaling sixty or seventy square meters.
The back square is occupied by staff rooms and workshops. During the Qing Dynasty and the Republic of China, most of the business on Hanzheng Street was a front shop and a workshop behind.
Lin Yi's business does not require a workshop, and the staff rooms are now vacant. Li Xiangqian, Jiang Wu, and Ma Dan all have rooms, so that they can visit the store here on weekdays.
Originally, Lin Yi wanted them to live on the second floor, but they refused. Li Xiangqian and Jiang Wu said at that time that the upstairs would naturally be reserved for Brother Yi, and they could live in the backyard.
During the renovation that day, the entire second floor was also renovated, the roof was repaired, the walls were repainted white, and the windows were polished and oiled. Now the entire second floor is clean and bright, but there is one thing.
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Except for a lounge chair, a tea table and a few bamboo stools placed in the living room on the second floor, there is nothing else.
According to Lin Yi's words.
A book and a cup of tea,
The sun shines in through the window,
The house is bright,
Reading a book leisurely is enough.
"Boss Wang is here, would you like to have a cup of tea first?"
Lin Yi stood up and said hello.
"You're welcome. I've brought books. There are more than two hundred books in total. You can pick and choose if there's anything you like. If you find any, keep them. If not, I'll take them back." The bookstall owner said with a smile.
"Okay, let me take a look."
Opening the cardboard box, which was full, Lin Yi took out a book. The pages were yellowed, and the title "Outline of Chinese Philology" on the cover was from the Commercial Press, November 19, the Republic of China.
Randomly flipping through the two pages, it seems to be about the preparation of catalogues, review and revision, lectures, translation, compilation, and printing.
Keep it for a look and put it aside.
[History of French Revolutionary War], The Commercial Press, March 29, Guangxu, left.
[Farm Management], [Theory of Legal Rights System], [Scientific Entertainment and Experiments], [Reader of the Anti-Japanese War and the Founding of the People's Republic of China], [Modern Women]...it really covers everything.
Forget it, just keep this box.
I opened the second box and pulled out a Taoist scripture, "Zhouyi Shen Tongqi". I was slightly stunned when I saw the Taoist scriptures, thinking of a period in the past.
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"Book of Changes", "Jinhua Purpose", "Golden Immortal Zheng Lun", "Tai Shang Ying Pian", "Yang Xing Xing Yan Ming Lu", "Zhi Xuan Visits the Tao", "Zhong Lu Chuan Tao Collection", "Ziqing Zhi Xuan"
"Collection", "The Supreme Jade Emperor's Heart Seal and the Wonderful Sutra", "The Supreme Lingbao Tianzun's True Sutra on Fighting Disasters and Alleviating Disasters"...
"Is this box full of Taoist scriptures?" Lin Yi asked.
"Yes, they are all Taoist scriptures. This box of books comes from a family. According to the owner of the book seller, their old man was originally a professor at some university. I believe this. There are many such books at home. When there was trouble a few years ago,
Such books must be burned. The old man couldn't bear it, so he hid them in a box and threw them into the garbage heap in the warehouse."
"The old man died two years ago. When the children were packing up the old man's belongings, they remembered this box of books again. They didn't even look at them, so they just threw them aside. Recently, my youngest son got married and cleaned up the house, so they dug them out again and sold them directly to the collector.
It’s just this box of old books.”
Lin Yi said in his heart that it doesn't hurt if he sells his father's land.
"Keep this box."
"Hey, good." Boss Wang nodded happily.
Opening the third box, there were many foreign masterpieces, and even English and French books. Lin Yi couldn't understand these books unless he spent money to buy a language pack.
While flipping through the pages, Lin Yi paused, "Jin Pingmei" hardcover illustrations with no abridgements, The Commercial Press, February 22, the Republic of China.
Lin Yixin said good things.
This book is worth this box.
"Boss Wang, I have kept all these books, what do you think?" Lin Yi said generously.
The bookstall owner was overjoyed: "I don't dare to calculate the price for you, and I don't want to calculate it one by one. No matter how thin or thick it is, it will be 50 cents per book. Do you think that's okay?"
Fifty cents a book, there are estimated to be more than 200 books here, more than 100 yuan, "Okay, just this price, you continue to accept, as long as it is on the book list I gave you, I want it, my goal
I’ll buy a room full of books.”
"Okay, don't worry."
The bookstall owner made half of the profit.
As for getting some junk books to play with Lin Yi in the lake?
Lin Yi is definitely a long-term high-quality customer. The more such a person is, the less he dares to do it, because if you do it once, there will be no next time.