dognovel Chapter 78 I'm going to build my own fabric factory!
Chapter 78 I'm going to build my own fabric factory!
Chapter 78 I'm going to build my own fabric factory!
Hun Sen smiled, walked over, and patted him on the shoulder.
"That's more like it. Boss Chen, you're a smart man."
He turned to leave, then turned back.
"By the way, if Wen Guoliang calls to ask, you know what to say, right?"
Boss Chen nodded repeatedly: "I know, I know. I told you I've never supplied Chongxi with any goods, not even a single meter of cloth."
"Okay." Hun Sen nodded in satisfaction. "The goods will be delivered to the Chongxi factory tomorrow. The price will be the market price plus 20%. Mr. Wang will arrange someone to liaise with you."
"I understand, I understand."
Hun Sen left with the pheasant.
Mr. Chen stood at the shop entrance, watching the black Audi drive away, and let out a long sigh.
He took out his phone, found Wang Guanxi's number, and dialed it.
"Mr. Wang, this is Chen Jianguo from Hengda Fabrics. I'll deliver the cotton fabric you requested to you first thing tomorrow morning. Is that alright?"
The same conversation took place on the same day at two other fabric suppliers, two accessory suppliers, and a zipper factory in Jiangcheng.
Hun Sen, accompanied by pheasants, went from house to house "having tea".
Every family is the same.
First, soften the terms by offering a 20% price increase.
No matter how tough they are, they won't mention vandalism or looting; they'll just say, "Come for tea every day."
The suppliers reacted similarly.
First hesitate, then struggle, and finally compromise.
They were either swayed by money or moved by Hun Sen's smiling face.
But no one expected that the combination of the two would produce surprisingly good results.
By the afternoon of the third day, all the suppliers that had cut off supplies had resumed delivery.
A week later, Wen Guoliang sat in his office at the headquarters of Meiwei, picked up his teacup, and slowly took a sip.
He remembered something.
Chongxi's side must be about to give out, right?
Fabric supply disruption, accessory supply disruption, zipper supply disruption.
With all three measures combined, Wang Guanxi's small factory has probably had its production lines shut down.
He picked up his phone, found Mr. Chen's number at Hengda Fabrics, and dialed it.
I answered the phone after it rang twice.
"Mr. Wen? Hello, hello." Boss Chen's voice was very warm.
"Old Chen, has Chongxi contacted you to pick up any goods recently?" Wen Guoliang asked bluntly.
"No, no!" Boss Chen's tone was resolute. "How dare I disobey what you instructed, Mr. Wen? I haven't given them a single meter of cloth!"
Wen Guoliang grunted in agreement and dialed the second number.
"Old Lin, has Chongxi contacted you?"
"No, no! Mr. Wen, please rest assured, I have absolutely not supplied them with any goods!"
The third, the fourth, the fifth.
The answers are exactly the same.
"No," "Absolutely not," "They haven't even given us a single meter of cloth."
Wen Guoliang hung up the phone, leaned back in his chair, and nodded in satisfaction.
It seems that Chongxi has run out of food.
He picked up his teacup again and took a sip.
This time, the tea tasted especially pleasant.
It's estimated that Chongxi won't be able to hold on for long before she announces that she can't finish making the clothes.
Chongxi Factory, warehouse entrance.
Lu Mingyuan stood on the steps, watching truckloads of fabric being delivered, completely dumbfounded.
He turned to Cecilia Cheung and asked, "Where did these goods come from?"
Cecilia Cheung smiled and said, "It was arranged by President Wang."
"But—didn't these suppliers say they couldn't supply enough?"
"Now it's available again."
Lu Mingyuan opened his mouth, then closed it again.
He had worked in the garment industry for over a decade and had never seen anything like it.
They refused to deliver the goods the day before, but the next day they proactively delivered them to my door.
Lu Mingyuan walked into the office building and knocked on Wang Guanxi's door.
"Come in."
Lu Mingyuan pushed the door open and went in. Wang Guanxi was looking at documents and didn't even look up.
"Mr. Wang, the fabric has arrived."
"Um."
"It's 20 percent more expensive than the market price."
"Um."
Lu Mingyuan couldn't hold back any longer: "President Wang, I don't understand. They wouldn't supply us before, but now they are, and the price is even higher. Aren't we being ripped off?"
Wang Guanxi put down the documents and looked up at him.
"Mr. Lu, I have a question for you."
"Please speak."
"If one store didn't sell you anything before, but now does, but at a 20% higher price, and another store doesn't sell you anything at all, which would you choose?"
Lu Mingyuan paused for a moment: "Choose the first one."
Why?
"Because at least there's still stock."
"Yes." Wang Guanxi smiled. "A 20% higher price is better than no stock at all. And—"
He paused, then his tone became serious.
"This batch of goods is not for our own use."
Lu Mingyuan was even more confused: "Then what's the point of buying it?"
"Buy this to tell Wen Guoliang that you can't choke me."
Lu Mingyuan stood there, pondering for several seconds, and finally figured it out.
Wang Guanxi is not buying fabric.
It's about buying time.
It's telling the entire industry that Chongxi has money and channels, and no one can stop it.
This is also sending a signal to those suppliers: follow Chongxi, and you can make money.
Lu Mingyuan took a deep breath and stepped out.
As he reached the door, he turned around and looked at Wang Guanxi.
This young man was far more ruthless than he had imagined.
Lu Mingyuan thought he had solved the supply chain problem, but Wang Guanxi knew in his heart that this was only a temporary solution.
Finding local suppliers is only a temporary solution.
Hun Sen can help you negotiate, but you can't rely on him forever.
If something happens to Hun Sen one day, or if his relationship with you changes, these suppliers will immediately turn their backs on you.
There is only one way to completely solve this problem.
Do it yourself.
After clarifying his thoughts, Wang Guanxi picked up his phone and dialed Mayor Chen's number.
"Mr. Wang, it's rare for someone as busy as you to call me." Mayor Chen's tone was very relaxed.
"Mayor Chen, I have something I'd like to report to you."
"you say."
"Does your county have any preferential policies for attracting investment?"
Mayor Chen paused for a moment: "Yes, I do. What's wrong? What project are you planning to introduce?"
Wang Guanxi leaned back in his chair and spoke slowly, word by word.
"I plan to build my own fabric factory in Jiangcheng. The initial investment is estimated at 50 million yuan, which should create about 200 jobs."
There was silence on the other end of the phone.
Mayor Chen remained silent for a long time.
Wang Guanxi thought the signal was lost, but when he looked at his phone, it was still connected to another call.
"Feed? Mayor Chen?"
"I am here."
Mayor Chen's voice changed, becoming serious and filled with barely suppressed excitement.
"Mr. Wang, are you telling the truth?"
"real."
"Fifty million? Ensuring two hundred jobs?"
"right."
Mayor Chen took a deep breath.
An investment of 50 million yuan creates 200 jobs.
What does this mean?
Jiangcheng County's total investment attraction for the entire year last year was only a little over 200 million yuan.
Wang Guanxi did a quarter of it all by himself.
More importantly, fabric factories are upstream in the garment industry chain.
With the fabric factory, more garment companies will be attracted to settle in Jiangcheng.
One family leads ten families, and ten families lead a hundred families.
This is the real "supply chain investment promotion".