Chapter 300: I want 70 million (three shifts)

The original senior executives of Rebirth International were all overseas Chinese youths who were brought back to China by Song Xiao, and all these people have super-high entrepreneurial enthusiasm and professionalism. It can be said that Rebirth International's development is still related to them.
Almost all of these people have now moved to the S Sea, ready to start the road of southward development.
However, almost all employees of S Sea are re-recruited, and most of them are graduates this year.
As for Chaonan’s original mobile phone factory, Wei Sheng intends to gradually transform it into a subordinate department, responsible for the maintenance and shipment of North Yiying.
For Rebirth International, this is obviously a new journey and a new beginning.
At this time, the employees were discussing the stall, Wei Sheng and Song Xiao had already stepped out of the elevator, opened the office area door and stepped into the office.
All the employees immediately stopped talking, each in their positions, pretending to be busy, but their eyes did not leave Song Xiao and walked straight into the president's office. At the same time, they noticed the little girl who was following Song Xiao.
"Song's daughter, right?"
"Never talk nonsense! President Song is only in his early thirties, where is such a big daughter?"
"What is the relationship? Relatives' children? What do you bring to the company at night?"
"Hurry up and stop gossip."
However, at this moment, Wei Sheng stepped into Song Xiao's office and saw Liu Jianren, and Zhang Mingkun, who was slightly white on the temples but still full of energy and suit.
"Wei Sheng."
"President Wei."
Liu Jianren, wearing a light green sports suit, looked like a big boy coming out for a run next door, and looked much more casual than Zhang Mingkun's straight suit.
At this moment, he was tilting Erlang's legs, sitting on a chair with a toothpick in his mouth and smiling at Wei Sheng, while Zhang Mingkun stood up to say hello strictly.
Wei Sheng smiled and shook hands with Zhang Mingkun, "Sit down, Uncle Zhang is welcome."
Having said that, the four of them sat down at random around the desk without any regulations, and Zhang Mingkun hurriedly took out his planning book to Wei Sheng, "Mr. Wei, please check it out first."
Wei Sheng stretched out his hand to take it, opened it and took a brief look. It was Zhang Mingkun’s detailed plan for the future development of the plastic factory, that is, the Rebirth Manufacturing Company, ranging from the division of products and departments to the management system and other details. It is quite rigorous.
After closing the information in his hand, Wei Sheng had to sigh with his heart that Zhang Mingkun is indeed a talent. With him, the plastic manufacturing company will achieve a leap in quality.
"I will take it back to school and take a closer look. There is only one thing that needs to be implemented as soon as possible in this meeting. I need 70 million yuan." Wei Sheng said straight to the point of his intention to convene a few people.
Sure enough, as soon as this statement came out, the room was quiet.
Liu Jianren also slowly lowered his raised Erlang's legs and leaned forward, "You want 70 million? What are you doing?"
Wei Sheng lowered his eyes and pondered for a long while, then slowly said, "I plan to do a civil aviation."
Song Xiao just picked up the water cup to digest Wei Sheng's request, and a sip of water almost came out from his mouth, "Civil aviation?"
Wei Sheng nodded, "We don't need to worry about other things. Someone will arrange it. Now everything is ready and only owes 70 million yuan to establish China's first privately-owned and independently operated airline."
The other three looked at each other, and Zhang Mingkun hesitated for a while and said, "Mr. Wei, do we first mature the company at hand before talking about it. I'm worried that I won't be fat with one bite?" He was a little careful when he said this. It was said that he was the least qualified, but in some respects, he was the most qualified, so he couldn't help but remind him.
Wei Sheng did not blame it, "Uncle Zhang, I have my own plans."
Zhang Mingkun nodded, so it's hard to say anything else.
Liu Jianren squinted his eyes. Just now Wei Sheng said that someone would make arrangements. If he didn't guess wrong, Wei Sheng must be referring to the Uyghur gang. Did they want her to engage in civil aviation? But now others don’t know about these joints, and he can’t ask bluntly, he just said, "Did you think about it?"
Wei Sheng nodded.
Song Xiao grabbed his head embarrassedly, "The mobile phone market share is still limited, and the company's funds are at best enough for self-sufficient research and development of new products and market promotion. You have to make waste products." He looked towards Liu Jianren and Zhang Mingkun.
Liu Jianren was immediately displeased, "What do we mean by scrapping? Now, which mobile phone real estate department store industry does not move money from our plastic factory, Song Xiao, why do you look down on people when you say that?"
Song Xiao was about to explain, but was interrupted by Wei Sheng raising his hand, "How much money can the factory pay now?" she asked Liu Jianren.
The latter frowned and groaned,
Don’t look at the daily output of goods in the millions of yuan, but as the factory gets bigger and the output is higher, the rate of payment is getting lower and lower, and the rate of payment is getting more and more. Slow, after all, the amount is too large."
When he said this, Wei Sheng was clear. At the moment, there are 500 machines, each with four workers working in two shifts. These 500 machines operate 24 hours a day, which is more than 20,000 tons of goods. These goods make a net profit of 300 yuan per ton. The profit is more than 6 million yuan, not to mention that the first and second factories have been merged. Such a huge throughput has covered 70% of the consignees in Chaonan City and even the surrounding cities and counties. It can be said that it has reached the market. Saturation, temporarily unable to continue to add more machines, otherwise you will face a situation where there is nowhere to sell.
At present, these consignees have different payment methods. Some people make payments on a monthly basis, while others postpone the payment by one quarter, or even deposit the payment for half a year and then conduct a monthly settlement.
It can be said that the larger the quantity received and the larger the transaction list with the plastic factory, the slower the settlement speed, which means that a lot of money is in the hands of the receiver.
At present, the factory only needs 500 machines to fund 2000 employees, and the shuttle bus, full attendance bonus and year-end bonus are not small expenses. Of course, these expenses are insignificant in the face of huge income.
But as Liu Jianren said just now, whether it is a department store, real estate or mobile phone factory, the business district under development in the south, or S Sea is preparing to establish a company to establish a headquarters to purchase land, all of them must be filled by plastic factories, and these industries Like a huge black hole, the plastic factory is like a continuous money-making machine, almost all of the money made is filled into the black hole.
"The working capital can be moved up to 20 million. In fact, we have the money, but we haven't got it yet. If you don't rush to wait another three months, I will urge the payment of the previous shipment." Liu Jianren said in a deep voice.
Wei Sheng also smiled helplessly. He leaned back and closed his eyes. The plastic factory is getting bigger and bigger. Under the market economy, this factory looks like a cash cow, but it always hates less when the money is used. The market atmosphere and force majeure are helpless Too much, this money is not something you can make by calculating it on the books.