Rebirth to 90s: Start from Scratch

When Zhang Qianxiu returned to the shop, he took a special look at Fan Yitong's shop.

Fan Yitong sat at the door of the store and nodded to Zhang Qianxiu with a smile. He felt approachable.

Zhang Qianxiu also smiled and nodded, and then returned to the store.

Now that the sandbags in the store have been carried out, putting them in the store is actually getting in the way.

"Brother Xiu, so many meters can be sold for several days!" Huang Enquan said with a smile, wiping the sweat from his face.

Zhang Qianxiu nodded: "Well, take two bags of rice to see how the quality is."

Zhang Qianxiu saw it when he was with a wholesaler, but no one knows if the wholesaler will show you what is good.

Huang Enquan pulled down a bag of rice and opened it, and couldn't help but admire: "The packaging of this rice is different. It looks like it's better."

In fact, the quality of these rice bags is not very good. The materials are the same as the feed bags, except that the packaging is brand new, and the words "high-quality rice" and the name of the manufacturer are printed on it.

As soon as Mi took apart, even Zhang Jiankang leaned forward curiously.

Zhang Qianxiu grabbed a handful and took a closer look, and found that there were very few broken rice in this rice, less than one-third of the broken rice and broken rice.

Regardless of the quality of the rice itself, the rice that can enter the store in later generations will only have a small amount of broken rice or broken rice. For some high-priced rice, it is even difficult to find broken rice or broken rice.

The rice-beating machine now is not as good as that of later generations, and the machines in rural areas are definitely worse. If you grab it, at least half of it is broken or broken.

Zhang Qianxiu poured the rice out and took a look at the rice underneath. They were all of the same quality and very good!

"Sister, I'll take a packet to the master's place later, cook and eat to see the taste." Zhang Qianxiu said.

"I think the taste of this rice will definitely not be bad!" Zhang Lanmei said: "This rice is selected very well, and the quality is better than the quality of the rice we collect."

"It's just looking good, I haven't eaten it yet!" Zhang Qianxiu said: "It's all local rice, and the taste is estimated to be similar. In the future, this kind of rice will sell for a little bit more expensive, six cents and five jin.

The purchase price is 45 cents, and the selling price is 65 cents. There is a difference of two cents, which is pretty good.

Zhang Qianxiu even thought, or just go to the wholesaler to get the goods in the future.

Anyway, the wholesalers give themselves relatively low prices.

In the afternoon, Zhang Lanmei cooked the rice that came in from the wholesaler. There was no difference in taste. This did not surprise Zhang Qianxiu. This is the local rice. How different can it be?

The next day, Zhang Qianxiu went to the city again. This time he went to the state-owned rice factory, Hengchang Rice Factory.

Hengchang Rice Factory is the only state-owned rice factory in the city. The scale of the factory is about 1,000 square meters, and the warehouse covers an area of ​​several thousand square meters.

"Young man, should I find someone or do errands?" Seeing that Zhang Qianxiu was coming by car, the uncle doorman greeted him with a smile.

Zhang Qianxiu took out Hongta Mountain, handed it to the guardian, and asked with a smile: "Master, I'm in the rice business, and I want to ask about the price of rice here."

The doorman took the cigarette and asked, "Do you have any acquaintances?"

"No way!" Zhang Qianxiu said, "Does this require acquaintances to enter the rice?"

The doorman lit the cigarette, took a sip, and said, "You have no acquaintances. It is difficult to buy rice. The price in the factory is low, and most people can't buy rice at all. The main reason is that the output of the rice factory is low, and the supply is in short supply!"

Zhang Qianxiu was not very surprised about this result. He had anticipated it before he came, and said with a smile: "It's okay, I'll go in and ask. I really can't make it. It doesn't matter, I just waste a little time."

Maybe because of the cigarette, the doorman nodded: "Okay, you go in! Make a registration first."

After registering, the doorman told Zhang Qianxiu which building and office it was, and asked Zhang Qianxiu to go up by himself.

Zhang Qianxiu took out the tobacco and alcohol he had prepared in advance and went straight to the office upstairs.

The deputy director of the rice factory responsible for sales is Qi Youcheng.

Zhang Qianxiu knocked on the door.

Soon, the voice of a man inside came: "Come in!"

Zhang Qianxiu pushed the door in and saw a man in his early forties with glasses reading a newspaper.

"Director Qi!" Zhang Qianxiu said, handing over the tobacco and alcohol: "I visited for the first time and bought something casually."

Qi Jiacheng took a look. The wine is Wuliangye, and Wuliangye is no worse than Moutai, and even a higher grade than Moutai.

The smoke is Hongta Mountain, and it is also good smoke.

Qi Jiacheng looked at Zhang Qianxiu again: "What can you do with me?"

Zhang Qianxiu said: "Manager Qi, I am in the rice business and want to import some rice from the Hengchang factory."

Qi Jiacheng said with a look of embarrassment: "This is not easy to do! The rice on our side has already been ordered before it is produced. The output of the factory cannot keep up, and the above cannot be expanded. If you want rice, I In fact, it is impossible to be the Lord."

This is the scene. The Hengchang Rice Factory’s shipments are in the hands of Qi Jiacheng and the factory director.

Zhang Qianxiu came today and didn't expect any results. The main thing was to explore the wind first, and nodded and said: "I can understand this. I don't need a large amount of this. Can Factory Manager Qi find a way to squeeze some out for me. The output is coming?"

"Then how much are you going to ask for? Let me see!" Qi Jiacheng did not refuse or agree.

However, Qi Jiacheng did not refuse, which means there is still hope.

Zhang Qianxiu said: "A few dozen tons a month is enough! If it can be a little more, it will naturally be better."

"Dozens of tons are not too much!" Qi Jiacheng groaned, and said, "What kind of rice do you want?"

"Local rice!" Zhang Qianxiu said.

Qi Jiacheng said: "These problems are not very big. The biggest problem is actually inside our factory. I don't care about production. The production is arranged by another factory manager. I only care about sales, but I just told you about the sales. Demand exceeds supply."

Zhang Qianxiu knew that Qi Jiacheng was seeking benefits.

If there is no problem with anything, there is a problem with sales. If you give benefits, Qijia's achievements can make sales without problems.

Zhang Qianxiu knew well, and asked, "Director Qi, take the liberty to ask, what is the ex-factory price now?"

"Local rice, 600 tons." Qi Jiacheng said.

When he heard the price, Zhang Qianxiu's heart jumped. Now the price on the market is more than 60 cents. The rice sold at the market is also three cents, and the factory price is only three cents.

If he could get the rice, Zhang Qianxiu's profit could reach more than 30 cents in an instant.

Zhang Qianxiu pondered for a moment and said, "Director Qi, I am a more direct person. I also understand the difficulty of Director Qi. I receive 661 tons and the invoice is still 600. As for the shipment, you can help me as much as possible. Just fight for it."

Rice is a volume business, and it’s all measured in tons. A purchase can be a few dozen tons or even dozens of hundreds of tons at a time. The 61-ton rebate is still very cool.

The daily output of Hengchang Rice Factory is about 100 tons.

Qi Jiacheng quickly calculated a number in his mind. Compared with other people, he sent some gifts at intervals of three to five, and stuffed hundreds of thousands of red envelopes. Qi Jiacheng preferred Zhang Qianxiu's more "practical" benefit.

A smile appeared on Qi Jiacheng's face: "You little boss, I know from a glance that you are doing big things, don't know how to call it?"

"My name is Zhang Qianxiu, and Factory Manager Qi can call me Xiao Zhang." Zhang Qianxiu understood in his heart that Qi Jiacheng agreed.

Qi Jiacheng pondered for a while and said, "Boss Zhang, I really don't hide it from you. Someone has already ordered the rice in the past few days. It is really inconvenient to give it to you. Let me check the time!"

With that said, Qi Jiacheng took a look at the calendar on the table, and said, "June 16th, I can give you five tons. Look at the quantity you want, and I can squeeze out some output for you in the future. Some customers in our rice factory cannot reduce their supply. It is not easy to squeeze out a little bit."

Zhang Qianxiu still believes Qi Jiacheng's words. There must be some people who have a harder relationship. Even if Qi Jiacheng is the deputy director of the factory, he does not dare to mess around.

But some of them were sent in as gifts, and it was not difficult for Qi Jiacheng to squeeze some money out of this group of people for Zhang Qianxiu.

Zhang Qianxiu wanted as much as possible, but it was a cost. He didn't have so many costs now.

Qi Jiacheng is definitely not willing to pay on credit. After all, other wholesalers can check out immediately. Purchasing rice at Hengchang Rice Factory is equivalent to picking up money. Everyone wants to buy more goods in the factory and will try to settle the money as soon as possible. Affect credibility.

Zhang Qianxiu calculated his own money and sales in the future, and said, "Manager Qi, I start with tons of tons a Friday. If you can squeeze out a little more for me, hundreds of tons a month, I can eat. under."

"That's all right, this checkout..." Qi Jiacheng said halfway, and didn't continue.

Zhang Qianxiu immediately said: "Every time the purchase is finished, when loading the truck, I come to the factory director Qi's office for a cup of tea."

When drinking tea, he naturally gave the remaining 61 tons of rebates to Qi Jiacheng.

"Okay, let's just say that." Qi Jiacheng was happy in his heart. If he could give Zhang Qianxiu a hundred tons a month, he would have 6,000 extra income!

Other suppliers gave him red envelopes, which could be less than 6,000 yuan a month, and at most several hundred thousand yuan.