Suburbs, tube building.

The Song family has been driven out of the winery employee community and now lives in the workers' dormitory of the canning factory.

Compared with the small villas built by the village and the 200-square-meter mansion allocated by the winery, the situation of the tube building is much worse.

There are two bedrooms, one living room and kitchen, and there is only a total of more than 60 square meters. The toilet needs to be shared with several neighbors.

In his previous life, because the cannery factory could not pay wages, Song Weiyang lived here and was disliked by all kinds of people. He chose a university in another place as if he was escaping.

Song Weiyang absolutely does not allow this situation to happen again. He hates this place very much, and it is mixed with too many unpleasant memories.

In the next half month, all plans were going on steadily and orderly. Zheng Xuehong, accompanied by local leaders, visited many enterprises in Rongping City one after another.

When Song Weiyang started his third year of high school, Zheng Xuehong finally expressed his satisfaction and said that he would return to Hong Kong City to transfer funds.

"Brother, we are here to say goodbye." Zheng Xuehong walked into the living room with a smile.

The living room was furnished with only a dining table and a steel wire bed. The steel wire bed was slept by Song Weiyang, and there was no wardrobe. The clothes could only be put in boxes and placed under the bed.

Song Weiyang picked up the thermos and said, "Sit as you like, I won't say hello."

Zheng Xuehong and Chen Tao could only sit on the edge of the bed, the place was so narrow that they couldn't move away. The two of them held the boiling water they had just poured and didn't say anything.

"Old Zheng left me a phone number and you will not come back until you receive my call." Song Weiyang instructed.

Zheng Xuehong asked: "What do you say after you come back? It's hard for the government to fool you. They have been urging you so hard these days, and I wish I could invest in several companies in one go."

"You don't have to worry about this," Song Weiyang smiled, "My uncle has already set out to the Special Administrative Region and will soon be able to obtain the license of the Hong Kong City Company."

When Song Shumin was playing tricks, he met a few friends in Hong Kong City. He didn't have a deep relationship, but it was okay to help register a bag company. Although my uncle is playful, he will not lose his links at critical moments. He asked him to call Hong Kong City in the Special Administrative Region, and then send money to get the company license and come back. There should be no accidents.

At that time, in the name of the Gangcheng Purchase Company, we will invest and hold the canned factory. With the nature of a joint venture, local leaders will inevitably have a green light all the way. Not to mention tax reductions, we can easily get loans from banks.

"Then I'll be relieved," Zheng Xuehong said with a cigarette in his mouth, "Brother, your Mayor Huang is very interesting."

Song Weiyang asked: "What's wrong with him?"

Chen Tao helped answer: "Mayor Huang, who visited the hotel in person last night, hoped that we could invest in the winery."

"Don't worry about him!" Song Weiyang laughed in anger.

Leaving the city's losses, many state-owned enterprises are not caring about it, but instead attracting investments for profitable wineries. Those who can do such actions are either stupid or bad!

Of course Mayor Huang is not stupid. The reason for his doing this is very simple: other companies are Fan Zhengyang's direct descendants, and only the winery's power is in his hands. The game between the two has entered a white-hot stage.

Zheng Xuehong smiled and said, "I think I can continue to contact him. I am familiar with "Romance of the Three Kingdoms", and there is a trick called "Jiang Gan steals books."

Song Weiyang complained: "What's your metaphor? The bull's head is not right."

"Anyway, that's what it means, you know." Zheng Xuehong didn't know how to explain it.

Song Weiyang said: "Even if Jiang Gan steals books, I am not Zhou Yu, Secretary Fan is the only one. You can contact Secretary Fan at any time."

"Okay, I'll leave first." Zheng Xuehong stood up and said.

"Goodbye, Song... brother!" Chen Tao blinked and smiled.

The two of them left while sitting in the duke, first going to Chen Tao's hometown to get money, and then going back to Zheng Xuehong's hometown together. After all, it is dangerous to let a girl bring too much money alone.

There was just a heavy rain last night, and the county road was extremely difficult to walk, with big puddles one after another.

Zheng Xuehong felt sorry for the car and drove slowly as if he was turtle. It took half an hour to arrive at the town closest to the city. When it was time to go to the market, the town was crowded with people, and the duke's car could only move hard among the crowd.

Suddenly, they heard the hawking on the roadside: "Come and see, the prize-touching sales! Touching a bottle of several bottles, you can't finish it for a year! Come and see, the prize-touching sales..."

These canned food sellers are all ordinary workers in canning factories.

Song Qizhi not only contacted the dealer, but also mobilized workers to handle the inventory. For every bottle of canned food sold, the commission was 20 cents. Workers who were short of money borrowed tricycles and transported the canned food to village markets for sale.

Unfortunately, people were not enthusiastic about this, and no one visited them after yelling for a long time.

An old farmer carrying a bamboo basket suddenly walked towards the stall. His brother-in-law planned to buy bottles and cans to give gifts on his 60th birthday next month, but he happened to meet him at the market.

In the 1980s, it was very easy for farmers to give gifts, just pull a piece of cloth or a towel. Canned food and wheat milk essence were already considered very high-end gifts. But in the 1990s, towels and cloth were no longer available, and giving canned food seemed stingy, and everyone started to receive gifts.

"How do you sell canned food?" the old farmer asked.

When the canned worker saw the customer coming, he hurriedly said: "Can yellow peaches cost 3 yuan per bottle, and canned sweet oranges cost only 2.5 cents."

The old farmer shook his head repeatedly: "It's too expensive, other people's canned yellow peaches are only sold for 2 yuan.

The worker held a bottle of yellow peach canned food and said, "Uncle, you don't understand it now. Do you see that the authentic Xifeng brand canned food and famous brands can be compared with those wild brands outside? Moreover, you can also draw lottery when you buy canned food. As long as you are lucky, you can buy several bottles of canned food for the money of a bottle of canned food."

The old farmer still thought it was too expensive and turned around and wanted to leave.

Suddenly a child passed by the stall and saw the canned food glowing eyes, dragging the mother's sleeve and saying, "Mom, I want to eat canned food!"

"Be good at Taotao, canned food is too expensive, mom buys you tomatoes." Mother coaxed.

"No, no, I want to eat canned food, I want to eat it." The child refused to leave.

The mother said angrily: "I will beat you again!"

"Wow, wuwu... I want to eat canned food, I want to eat canned food..." The child sat on the ground, hugging his mother's legs and cried loudly.

The crying became louder and more people watched, and they all advised: "If you want to eat a child, just buy it for him."

The mother said firmly: "No, you can't spoil it!"

"I want to eat, I want to eat! Wow wow wow..." The child was still crying, the more people there were, the more intense he cried.

The worker selling canned food had an idea and smiled and said, "Sister, it is normal for a child to be greedy. I will give you this bottle of sweet orange canned food, so I don't have any money."

"I really don't want money?" the mother hesitated.

"No money, can I still lie to you in so many people?" the worker smiled.

My mother took the can and thanked her repeatedly: "Then thank you, little brother, you are so nice."

The worker reminded: "There is a scratch area for the can cap, and it is scratched to see if there is any winning."

The little brat burst into tears and laughed, stood up and said, "I'll shave it!"

The old farmer stood and didn't leave, so he came over to watch the child scramble the prize.

The child quickly scraped the coating and said, "One more...Mom, what do you read this word?"

The mother was illiterate and blushed, "Ask uncle."

The worker exaggeratedly: "Oh, the kid is so lucky! I'll give another bottle, take it."

The mother was embarrassed: "Why... you gave this bottle to me, and I would be too frustrated to give another bottle."

"It's okay, take it." The worker handed over another bottle.

The child was very excited and scratched the prize, but unfortunately he didn't win again.

The old farmer was moved and took out three wrinkled dollars from his belt: "Comrade, I'll buy a bottle of yellow peaches."

"Uncle, please take it." The worker moved quickly and smiled.

The old farmer scraped the prize and handed it to the worker and said, "Comrade, please help me see."

The worker exaggerated again: "I won, I'll get another bottle. I'm lucky!"

The old farmer scraped it again and handed it to the worker, who shouted, "I've been hit again!"

Scratched again, hitting another shot, and hitting six bottles in one breath.

The onlookers were stunned and had never seen anyone who won so easily, so they quickly paid for their luck.

"Haha, I've won, I'll have another bottle!"

"I've won too!"

"Oh, what luck is it? I didn't even win three bottles."

"You didn't wash your hands when you went out."

"I don't believe in evil anymore, give me another bottle!"

“…”

The scene suddenly became crazy. This was no longer buying canned food, but buying lottery tickets.

In just over ten minutes, the canned food transported by the workers on tricycles were sold out, and his method of selling canned food in village markets was quickly promoted.

There is no need for dealers to help. In order to get commissions, workers take the initiative to help sell everywhere. The four districts and two counties in this city are not enough to divide the territory. Workers even transport canned food to the next city. Wherever they go, the local canned food market quickly fell, and their peers could only watch, unless they also lose money and make a name for themselves.

When the inventory was halfway, Song Qizhi quickly adjusted and reduced the winning rate from two-thirds to one-half, which was equivalent to half-price sales, but it was more popular than direct price reduction.

In just over ten days, the cannery factory recovered more than 2 million yuan of funds.

This is not only as simple as increasing cash flow, but also enhances the confidence of fruit farmers in canning factories.

The yellow peaches in Rongping City have a long history and were also made tributes in the Ming Dynasty. In the 1980s, the government took the lead and grafted and cultivated new varieties. If the publicity and promotion are done properly, selling yellow peaches to other places can increase a lot of income.

Unfortunately, the yellow peaches in Rongping City have not gone too far. They are only somewhat famous in neighboring cities and counties, and most of them are directly wholesale to the canning factory for raw materials.

As the canned factory ceased production, fruit farmers were extremely worried.

Because August and September are the season for harvesting yellow peaches, ripe yellow peaches can only stay fresh for more than ten days, and all the ones that cannot be sold will rot on the trees.

I heard that a Hong Kong merchant invested in a canning factory, and I also saw that the canning factory has a good sales recently. Fruit farmers spontaneously transported yellow peaches to the factory gate - on credit? Yes, just write a blank note.
Chapter completed!