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Chapter 144 Don’t bring up anything that’s not relevant

Sanitary napkins are still profitable. Even if the average profit per pack is only two or three cents, hundreds of thousands of packs a day means a surplus value of tens of thousands!
As long as the scale is reached, capitalists can really make money.

If selling bacon allowed Weidong to earn a few hundred yuan per trip, it would be equivalent to an ordinary person's annual salary at that time.

Titanium ingots bring Rang Weidong nearly 100,000 yuan in income every month.

The camera allowed him to earn nearly $100,000 a week.

These sanitary napkins make tens of thousands every day now.

In 1984, tens of thousands of dollars were spent every day!
A time when a bowl of minced meat noodles cost only 1.5 cents and a liter of oil cost only 9 cents.

What does it mean to earn tens of thousands of yuan every day?

When drinking Moutai, people would drink one bottle and then smash ten bottles to liven up the atmosphere.

Anyway, Moutai is only 18 yuan.

Even if we put it forty years later, this kind of earning power is still quite amazing unless compared with the IT industry.

Of course, the money between the production cost and the selling price is declared to the outside world as sales cost.

We also have to pay salaries to management staff and purchase equipment every day.

But in fact, only Wei Dong, Dong Xueying and Shen Cuiyue knew that the product cost of 48 cents, the internal price and wholesale price of 60 cents and 80 cents, that is, the management cost and equipment cost, the sales cost is zero!

Because this thing is a necessity and a new product with no competition, people rush to get it as soon as it is released.

Weidong even tried to distribute it to university sales teams, but they still sold it for one yuan a pack, and their commission was all included in the two cents.

This crazy money-making situation makes Weidong only worry about two things: making too much money and being punished by policies, or the emergence of copycat competitors.

In the former case, he gave as much concessions as possible to the workers and sales commissions, while in the latter case, he quickly advertised and built a moat.

Therefore, in Shangzhou, letting Weidong use funds to build a glass building can also consolidate the situation.

At least it expresses the attitude of taking root in Shangzhou.

Anyway, as an outsider, he made the request, and the construction company just had to implement it according to his ideas.

Glass looks dazzling and high-end, and clean windows and tables tend to appear more hygienic.

The cost is actually not that high, and it definitely had a refreshing and refined effect in the 1980s.

Every day, the nearby bridge, streets and the opposite bank are crowded with curious citizens and rural people watching the fun.

Admire with relish the glass "bricks" being laid on the load-bearing walls of the brick-concrete structure.

Of course, these days, Weidong’s focus is still to try his best to make packaged cooked food into finished products.

By cooking and boiling hundreds of kilograms of finished products every day, the production workshop has basically guaranteed a stable taste. There is no need to sell them at the docks, but directly at the shop at the factory gate. Now that it has a health license, people coming and going every day buy a few taels and half a pound of them to go with wine or to supplement their children's diet.

The machinery factory has now developed and produced a semi-automatic cutting machine, which can be quickly cut into standard blocks of similar sizes by a few workers. The scraps can be collected and sold.

The vacuum machine finally installed in the glass greenhouse was about the length of three or four billiard tables and could accommodate thirty workers sitting around it.

On the conveyor belt in the middle are piles of cut small foods passing by.

In front of each person is a vise-like clamp. Take a piece of smeared bag, pick it open with a stick and put it in, then step on the foot brake to vacuum and seal it.

The efficiency is very touching. Each person can only do 500 per day, so it is easy to become obsessed.

Weidong was very afraid that they would either get their hands poked by bamboo sticks or have their fingers pressed by the vacuum seal.

The technician laughed and told the director to overthink it. Our design requires pressure to be applied by stepping on it with your feet. If you really need to clamp it with your hands, won’t you let go of your feet?

Weidong thought that you probably don’t know about the many drivers who stepped on the accelerator during car accidents.

But even if we work in three shifts, we can only make more than 40,000 packages of finger-sized snacks a day.

The net weight of each bag is about 20 grams, which means that less than 2,000 kilograms of cooked food can be processed every day.

But in fact, the slaughterhouse next door produces 15,000 kilograms of offal every day!

Even after processing, cooking, and surface drying, it still weighs four to five thousand kilograms.

This requires three lines.

Then let’s make three flavors. We can’t mix the salt-baked and the five-spiced ones together.

Wei Dong found himself feeling like vomiting when he smelled the smell, and he quickly lost his sense of taste.

All that's left is to keep calculating.

There were no computers readily available like mobile phones or computers, so Weidong happened to see a palm-sized calculator when he went to Yuezhou last time, but he didn't pay much attention and didn't buy it.

I regret it so much now.

I often make a mistake in calculations by one digit if I am not careful, and the conclusion is completely different.

You can only count repeatedly.

Didn’t he tell his old boss before that he would sell this thing for 8 cents or 1 cent per bag?

If you eat it with wine, four or five of them can make you have several cups.

By this calculation, one pound is more than seven yuan, which is actually not much more expensive than bacon.

It is also available ready to eat after opening the bag.

The only thing I don’t know is how long this thing can be stored after being sterilized by ultraviolet light, vacuum-packed, and disinfected at high temperature.

You can't make a batch now and wait a year to confirm that there are no problems before selling it, right?

tangled.

In short, every time she came to the food factory, Dong Xueying would laugh to death when she saw Weidong, who made her hair fall out because of worry, doing multiplication and division or looking confused about not being able to smell the meat.

The same goes for the managers who came from Xishan Factory.

Before I came here, I was excited about being able to eat meat for free every day, but after just half a month, I got sick of the smell. Let alone eating it.

So now everyone wears a mask or even a stuffy nose when going to work. Mouth breathing is more tolerable.

Weidong reassured them: "In half a year, whoever you don't like can be persuaded to come work here. Then... hopefully the building will be completed this year, and all the production lines will be moved in. Each floor will have a unique feel, and if you walk up and down more often, it might make you feel better."

Dong Xueying was laughing until her chest hurt.

Accountant Li ran out of the bungalow that was about to be demolished: "Manager Dong, there's a call. They said someone from the provincial government is here."

This phone number was also from the Post and Telecommunications Bureau, and they specially approved the rapid installation for people who came to buy sanitary napkins.

In fact, the information has been passed down layer by layer.

Editor-in-Chief Feng contacted Han Guobin, then called the office of the military station guesthouse, and informed Manager Shen, the factory manager who currently holds the highest position in Jiangzhou. Only then did she know the location and contact the food factory.

Regarding the matter of sanitary napkins entering the Supply and Marketing Cooperative, Weidong needs to go to Pingjing for an interview.

I don't know if there is any deviation in the meaning of the message conveyed layer by layer, but the main point is that in 82, Pingjing Paper Mill actually introduced a sanitary napkin production line from Japan, which is now gathering dust.

The college students who were selling products in Pingjing had already taken the second batch of 50,000 packs of sanitary napkins and sold them to various universities along with tape recorders.

One of them almost ended up in jail.

So the Supply and Marketing Cooperative also sent samples, and asked Weidong to go and discuss something.

Shen Cuiyue asked Sister Dong to tell the man: "This kind of thing is very offensive. Be careful when you go to Beijing. Bring your brother with you, but don't bring the gun."

As a result, Wei Dong, on the boat returning to Jiangzhou, began to suspect that Shen Lao San had traveled through time from ancient times and confused himself with his own channel of rebirth forty years ago.

Did she still think that she was being escorted to Beijing to be dealt with by the Eight Banners?

Dong Xueying believed it and said: "Take it with you. Even chicken-stealing and dog-stealing things always have their uses."

Let Weidong take the initiative to report: "She is emphasizing that I should take her with me. I have already said that I will take her with me when I go to Pingjing to do business, because I know someone who is related to Lao Yu... Let's go to the stern to talk to her."

Originally, Weidong wanted to drive the double-row seat back to Jiangzhou, but the woman who was going to Jiangzhou with him said forget it. Jiangzhou already had a van, and Weidong needed a car as he often went back to Shangzhou. Besides, the air conditioning was really comfortable, so he just stayed.

Weidong laughed at that time, thinking that she must want to go to the stern again.

Dong Xueying was too lazy to hit him. After listening to the story about Jin Zhuoqun, she certainly didn't get what he hinted at. She was just amazed that some people could start a dyeing factory if they were given a little color. A northerner staying in Guozhou could actually figure out such a routine. How come you, who grew up in a handsome country, don't have these tricks?

She did what she had to do when she said this. They were indeed very happy with their love. But she told Weidong not to be affectionate in front of her sister and to be as restrained as possible.

It seems that she hasn't come up with any good ideas in the ten days since she returned to her hometown.

Afterwards, he didn't give any warnings or instructions to Shen Lao San to follow him to Pingjing, as if he was deliberately making room for an opportunity to cheat.

In view of the dangerous situation in the underworld, Wei Dong decided to take the gun with him on the road.

After all, he was a sixty-year-old young man who had never seen the world and did not have such deep thoughts.

Besides, this time when he went to Shangzhou, he showed off his Type 77 rifle to Ding Haifeng. The policeman carefully checked the gun license and Rang Weidong's new work permit to confirm that there was really no problem and that he was carrying a gun legally and in compliance with regulations.

So I helped Weidong to go to the tannery to make a special holster.

In the past, holsters all covered the large cap, and even if the holster was hung on the waist, it would easily bulge out.

It just so happened that plainclothes policemen like him had the experience passed down by their predecessors, which was to use two pieces of leather to fit around the waist, with holes at both ends for the belts to pass through, but they were hidden on the inside of the belts, so that they were pressed against the waist and no one could see them.

But he jokingly reminded Weidong not to put the gun on his lower abdomen like this, because the Type 77's guard could easily be loaded by mistake when inserted, and an accidental discharge could wipe out his entire family.

Therefore, this leather holster also has an elastic band like a shin guard, which can be tied around the leg, which is a clever way to hide it invisibly.

Weidong suddenly felt very good. No matter what Shen Lao San said, he felt that with a gun in his hand, the world was his.

Especially now that he travels frequently, he either drives through provincial and national highways, or flies around to become the aerialist he had always dreamed of in his previous life.

But there have been many incidents that have happened.

You can't just give up flying because of fear, but you can't leave your life to someone else either.

So he locked Lao Zhang's Type 77 pistol in the safe, and still carried a Type pistol on his waist when he boarded the plane.

He wanted to test the situation. He had taken two flights before, and based on his experience as a security guard, he had neither seen a beeping metal detector nor anyone searched him.

As a result, people were very understanding of his initiative to show his gun and ID, and they just packed it up and checked it in, and kept the gun and the person separate.

What’s the use of this? I won’t bring it next time. I can only leave it to fate.

He honestly took off the pistol and holster, stuffed them into the only faux leather shoulder bag that Shen Cuiyue carried with her, and completed the check-in procedures.

Instead, the two children's heights were measured again and again.

Mao'er was finally paid for the full-price ticket. This kid is indeed tall among his peers.

Finally, he couldn't help pretending to be mature, and happily pulled his elder brother's clothes and got very close to him.

The main reason is that I am afraid of abandoning them.

Buy plane tickets and follow them.

Weidong checked the work in Jiangzhou and stayed there for a day to buy a plane ticket before leaving. This was faster than taking the train.

Finally, it was the driver on standby at the sanitary napkin factory who took the deputy director, Manager Shen, and the two children to the airport.

The masked girl tried hard to suppress her excitement at first, but when she arrived at the rather simple semi-military airport in Jiangzhou and saw the huge roar of the iron birds flying in the sky, her legs felt weak and she wanted to go back.

This made Wei Dong, a heartless man, laugh: "Don't you really want to go out and see the world?"

The last girl on the plane with me didn't react this way.

Shen Cuiyue didn't try to force herself: "We're all at the Lower City Wharf, how could we have seen this before... Besides, some of our elders died in plane crashes before. Don't you know about the airport next to the wharf? Planes in the Republic of China used to fly through there, and several crashes happened there."

You are so unlucky.

(End of this chapter)