Rebirth of the Industrial Internet

"Chao Wen Tian Xia" is being played on TV, and the host is seriously introducing the major tourist attractions in the country and the traffic conditions in various places.

Han Qing frowned, "The clothes I just bought had to be put on last night, and they made a lot of wrinkles. I just ironed them this morning and can't dry them until later. It's time to go to work soon, so it's not good to be late."

A breakup is better than a newlywed. Regarding the "role-playing game" proposed by her lover, she half-heartedly accepted it and put on hot business attire...

Sun Buqi whistled and raised his eyebrows, "Good things should be hidden and kept to myself. I don't have a good habit of sharing with outsiders; I'm not a pervert, and I won't take the initiative to cuckold myself. The secretary uniform is so sexy; if you

If you wear it out, I will be jealous."

The tip of Han Qing's nose trembled slightly, and he took two long breaths; he gritted his teeth, wishing he could bite someone.

Unlike Li Ruoli and Chen Jiachang, she had to sulk alone.

On the way, Sun Buqi begged for mercy in every possible way, but the effect was still limited.

He rolled his eyes, thought of a plan, and sighed, "Hey, my head is so big! The intrigues have been going on all day, when will it end?"

Han Qing glanced at it with his peripheral vision, but didn't say anything. Instead, he turned to look outside and said coldly, "Drive well... It was you who bullied me, and you brought it all on yourself."

Sun Buqi's tone was sad, "How I hope that in the future, I will speak with strength and play less tricks. The ancients said: A good swimmer will drown in the water. If the earthen jar is not broken near the well, the general will inevitably die in battle. It is inevitable that one day, my

When these little tricks were discovered, they backfired and they became infamous."

As expected, Han Qing fell into the trap, with a concerned look on his face, "No, we have enough money, take your time, you won't become fat in one go. Setting such a high goal is forcing yourself, Factory Director Wang, Director Ni, Tao

The manager is even forcing suppliers, large and small. Everyone has different pressure capabilities, and they are afraid that someone will collapse first; your plan is linked to each other, and if something goes wrong in one link, everything will be lost!"

Sun Buqi smiled slightly, still pretending to be pitiful, "If you can get it straight away, who would choose "get it from the song"? Doesn't this make it more difficult for yourself? However, his own strength is limited. Playing "Ten teacups, five

The little trick of "teapot" is really dancing on the tip of a knife!"

Changxing Electric Vehicle Factory was opened with only 0 million of its own capital, and a small part was paid to Ni Jianjun and Tao Hong. Later, the bank gave 40 million of credit, slowly leveraging the huge industrial chain; to this day, it has taken less than three months.

, upstream suppliers should fill in at least 150 million yuan.

With only one million yuan, he used various small means to play with a billion-dollar industry, with leverage up to a hundred times.

Han Qing suddenly realized, "No wonder when choosing suppliers, we must first investigate the background of managers and give priority to those young and powerful entrepreneurs to cooperate with."

Sun Buqi showed a proud smile, "The one who knows me is Sister Qing! Small factory owners like that are unwilling to be inferior to others. For the sake of profits and prospects, they can bear higher risks. In short, those people are better than the old youtiaos

He's easy to fool, he's more powerful and has social connections than a young rookie."

The normal relationship was restored, and the two of them chatted and laughed and arrived at the office.

People who are away on business are reporting one after another.

Wang Dalu is much whiter, his face is rosy, and his belly is much smaller.

Sun Buqi threw a piece of general white and joked, "Director Wang, the inventory has been reduced a lot recently."

Wang Dalu took the cigarette, put it under his nose, took two deep breaths, and said intoxicatedly, "There are few wine shops in Jiangnan, so I don't encourage drinking. I will slowly get used to the food here. Less big fish and meat, and more vegetables. I will live a good life."

Healthy. General's cigarettes are good to smoke, but it's a pity that we can't buy them. Our fellow villagers have been without food for a while."

Sun Buqi lit cigarettes for the two of them, "Next time you go home, admit it to yourself first, because you are afraid that my sister-in-law will say that I am not a good entertainer..."

He secretly cooed at Han Qing and secretly extended his thumb. Girls are still careful about these little things.

After Wang Dalu briefly reported on his recent work, he saw the crowds of people at the door out of the corner of his eye. He left the table and said, "Mr. Sun, Assistant Han, I'm going to hide the food first. If those smokers find out, they'll probably only leave it for me tomorrow."

A cigarette case."

Han Qingjiao smiled, stood up and walked out of the office, "Director Wang, don't bother buying Qilu cigarettes from now on. I'll let the people in the administrative department think of it. It's not illegal to bring a few cartons of cigarettes from Qilu for personal use."

The state implements a monopoly system on tobacco, but there are policies from above and countermeasures from below.

Businessmen from Jiangsu and Zhejiang often go to southwestern Shandong to collect Chinese cigarettes, and then resell them to big cities such as Jinling and Suzhou to earn the price difference.

After chatting with several important cadres, Sun Buqi picked up his coat and said, "Director Ni, take us to visit the supplier's factory when you are free now. Partners should communicate with each other and grow together."

An Town, Xishan District, Xi City has an excellent location, convenient transportation and a large hinterland.

In the 1990s, the local area was already a well-known motorcycle production base, with several well-known domestic motorcycle brands, a large number of motorcycle manufacturers and many skilled technical workers.

In the late 1990s, motorcycles were banned in big cities. People's awareness of energy conservation continued to increase, and motorcycle production gradually declined.

At this time, electric vehicles began to "counterattack". Many manufacturers that originally produced motorcycles and accessories began to research and develop electric vehicles one after another, and relied on their original sales channels to quickly occupy the market.

In 2005, nearly half of Jiangsu Province's electric vehicle production was concentrated in Xishan; the development of complete vehicles is inseparable from a complete industrial chain, with tens of thousands of large and small supporting factories.

Five years ago, Qiu Chengtong resigned from his relative's factory, rented half of the production workshop, and started making motorcycles and electric vehicle tires. After taking over the channels of his old employer, the business has remained tepid.

After his cousin Qiu Chengguo was demobilized, he brought funds and even "force" to seize the business of several electric vehicle repair shops in surrounding towns. Together with his old classmate Ni Jianjun's factory, the annual output was no more than 10,000 units.

Calculating the ex-factory price of each piece at 0 yuan, the annual output value is no more than 600,000 yuan. With other businesses included, the annual output value is no more than one million yuan.

Early in the morning, Qiu Chengtong wore a brand new suit and kept walking back and forth between the workshop and the warehouse.

Pointing to a pool of oil stains on the ground, he jumped up and down in anger, shouting loudly, "San'er... Xiaosan, what are you doing? Why don't you get a water pipe to wash it away... Wait a minute, you are a pig head! Let me let you

Rinse, do you really rinse? First use sawdust to absorb the engine oil, then sprinkle washing powder."

The mistress sneered, took out a cigarette from her ear, lit it for the boss, "Uncle, I'll do the work, don't worry!"

Qiu Chengtong took the cigarette and took a long puff. As if he remembered something, he quickly threw it down at his feet and squandered it.

Pointing to the sign on the wall, he asked sternly, "How many times have I told you that smoking is prohibited in the workplace! Tires are rubber products and are flammable. If they catch fire, you won't be able to escape even if you run away!"

The mistress scratched her head and retorted weakly, "Boss, you could smoke before..."

In such a small factory, the production environment and processes are not formal. As long as the product quality is about the same, everyone will turn a blind eye. On the contrary, when promoting recruitment, the small boss uses "freedom to work in his own factory" as his slogan.

The selling point is that I hope to recruit more veterans who have retired from big factories.

Qiu Chengguo, dressed in olive green and with a tough look, walked in and ordered angrily, "Why are you talking so much? Just do what you are told, and be careful of fists as big as casseroles!" (To be continued)