Material Empire

The people in the system, to a large extent, send their feelings to each other through this connection to establish and maintain. Ning Zhongying has worked in the agricultural machinery system for more than 20 years, participated in numerous meetings, and therefore made countless friends. In the industry, many people know that Ning Zhongying is a righteous person. Anyone who travels to Anhe Province for business can get his warm hospitality by contacting Ning Zhongying. Help solve some practical problems. His reputation in the industry is comparable to the timely rain and song of the year.

Because of this, although Ning Zhongying has retreated for two years, many colleagues still recognize his face. At this point, Xiao Dongping was far from being able to compare with him. He had to go out of the province to find sales. Only Ning Zhongying could do this kind of thing.

The banquet of Jinling Factory is quite high. In Ning Zhongying's words, all the turtle king eggs are on the table. Wu Guishan took five or six middle-level cadres to toast to Ning Zhongying and Qin Hai, and Ning Zhongying repeatedly asked Qin Hai to drink for him because he was too old. As a result, Qin Hai was drunk just after eating half Unable to wake up, he was taken to the guest house of Jinling Factory to sleep.

When Qin Hai woke up, it was already the next morning. Wu Guishan personally brought the office director to accompany Ning Zhongying to have breakfast with him. After having breakfast, it was the car of the first day that brought Ning Zhongying and Qin Hai to Jinling Railway Station.

怎么 "Why, that's the end of the conversation?"

After taking the train from Jinling to Pujiang, Qin Hai asked Ning Zhongying in a strange place. All his memory of the Jinling Plant was that he had eaten two meals, or more precisely, one and a half meals, because the night before he was almost untouched by grains of rice and he was dumped.

Su Ning Zhongying's face was not very good-looking, she simply asked: "No, what else do you want?"

Qi Qinhai asked, "Did you talk about the blade?"

"Talked." Ning Zhongying said.

怎么 样 "How?" Qin Hai asked again.

"My face, of course, Wu Guishan must be given." Ning Zhongying said, his words were very bullish, but Qin Hai could not hear any pride.

"How much is it?" Qin Hai asked.

Suining Zhongying said: "2000."

"2000 sets?" Qin Hai was pleased. The blades used on a rotary tiller depended on the width of its operation, usually 20 to 40. If there is an order of 2,000 sets, even if the minimum is 20 pieces per set, it is an amount of 40,000 blades, which is worth as much as 100,000 yuan. Ning Zhongying's ability is really amazing.

"What are you thinking of? 2000 pieces," Ning Zhongying corrected angrily.

Qi Qinhai just felt like he was poured with a scoop of cold water, and his head was cold to his feet. 2,000 blades, which is the output value of 5,000 yuan, is calculated according to profit, and it is not worth 5 meals like last night. In other words, Fang Guishan gave the highest treatment to the issue of receiving Ning Zhongying, but when it came to the substantive issue, he only gave face a symbol.

"They also have difficulties." Ning Zhongying said on behalf of Fang Guishan. "They also have blade manufacturing companies in the province. The province gave them a hard index. They must use their own blades. These 2,000 tablets are still too old to lose face. Come out for me. "

"Khan ... How did this market look like this?" Qin Hai said with emotion, "Where do we go next?"

"Pujiang, Fenghe Agricultural Machinery Factory." Ning Zhongying said.

In the Fengfenghe Agricultural Machinery Factory, Ning Zhongying's relationship was not so iron, so I was not embarrassed to let the other party send a car to pick it up. At that time, Pujiang City did not have a developed subway system. The young and old changed buses seven or eight times before arriving at Fenghe Agricultural Machinery Factory on the old Pumin Highway.

"It's Lao Ning! Please sit down, please sit down. Xiao Liu, pour tea for the factory director Ning and this little comrade, and take the pot of Huangshan clouds that I can't bear to drink!"

Lou Fuxiang, the director of Wufenghe Agricultural Machinery Factory, warmly received Ning Zhongying and Qin Hai in his office. The decibels of his voice were high enough to compare with Pavalotti.

Su Ning Zhongying pulled Qin Hai to sit on the sofa and said to Lou Fuxiang with a smile: "Director Lou still knows me, and I'm worried that you don't know me anymore."

"How is it, how is it, you are the big brother of our agricultural machinery system." Lou Fuxiang laughed, "Why, come to Pujiang for a business trip? Why do you have time to come to our small factory?"

Suining Zhongying said, "Director Lou should stop joking at us. Your Fenghe plant is a key company in Pujiang City, and its scale is comparable to our five Qingfeng plants. You say you are a small plant. What happened to us?"

"Well, there's nothing but a name," Lou Fuxiang said with a wave of his hand. "Don't look at the scale of our factory, which is slightly larger and smaller, but in this situation, it's not as good as you small factories, boat small. U now. The market is in a slump, and we want to switch to something else, but we can't do it at all. By the way, Director Ning, how is your factory's profit now? "

Suining Zhongying and the other party exchanged greetings, waiting for the other party's sentence. Hearing Lou Fuxiang's inquiries, he sat upright and said, "Our factory is in a bad situation right now. I made a special trip to the factory to make a fate."

"Huayuan?" Lou Fuxiang's face freezed, and he carefully asked: "Director Ning, what is the specific situation, please tell me ... I can't say anything that can help you."

虽 Despite his words, his tone of voice became futile, apparently worried that Ning Zhongying would make a request that made him embarrassed. As a large-scale company, he has come across too many things to come to his place, and he dare not agree to anyone.

Sui Ning Zhongying said about the rotary blade, Lou Fuxiang frowned, and asked, "How many acres can your blade last?"

"The current level can reach 750 acres. If the Fenghe plant needs it, we can increase it to more than 900 acres, but the price may increase slightly." Qin Hai replaced Ning Zhongying instead. This is what they said before they came out, and all matters related to technology were answered by Qin Hai.

"If it is 900 acres, what is the price?" Lou Fuxiang asked again.

"3 blocks of 5." Qin Hai said. To further increase the service life of rotary cultivating blades, work on steel is required, which will cause the cost of the blades to increase. The 3 block 5 is the price he and Leng Yuming have combined. If the other party is too expensive, there is still some room for negotiation.

Lou Fuxiang sighed and said, "It's a pity, it's a pity you came a little late. We just signed a blade introduction agreement with Japan's Fukuoka Co., Ltd .... Xiao Liu, you showed the information of the Fukuoka Club to the factory director Look."

Secretary Liu Xiaoying came at the answer, and took a copy of the exquisitely printed information and handed it to Ning Zhongying. Ning Zhongying glanced at it, seeing that there was a lot of Japanese written on it. The only little Chinese content was the small font, so he could not read this presbyopia clearly and handed it to Qin Hai.

Qi Qinhai took the information, and looked at it in ten lines. He was fluent in four or five foreign languages ​​in his previous life, and there was no obstacle for him to read Japanese. In this document, in addition to some information from the Fukuoka Club, the remaining part is about the technical performance indicators of consumables such as rotary blades and ploughshares. Among them, in the column of the service life of rotary blades, the quota of 1,000 acres is written.

"How, Xiao Qin, do you understand Japanese?" Ning Zhongying asked Qin Hai seriously, and asked strangely. There are few foreign language talents in the entire Qingfeng factory, and even none of them understand Japanese. Qin Hai is just a technical school student. How could he understand Japanese?

Xi Qinhai had some clumsy thoughts, disguised and said, "I don't understand, but there are some words in the middle that are the same as Chinese, and I can probably guess some."

"Oh, this is the case." Ning Zhongying nodded.

Qin Hai turned to Lou Fuxiang and said, "Director Lou, judging from this information, the service life of Fukuoka's blades is only 1,000 acres. If I'm not mistaken, their prices should be much higher than ours, right? "

"You're right, they have a blade with more than 8 yuan." Lou Fuxiang said. People who have stayed in the planning system for too long do not have much awareness of confidentiality of business information such as prices ~ www.novelmtl.com ~ Qin Hai asked abruptly, and he also answered freely, and everyone did not think there was anything wrong. OK.

Ning Zhongying listened to the question and answer by Qin Hai and Lou Fuxiang, and couldn't help but interject: "More than 8 yuan, but also foreign exchange, why don't you consider using our blades? Even if our blades are a little worse than the Japanese , But their price is enough to buy two of us. "

"This thing ..." Lou Fuxiang's face was embarrassed. "Director Ning, don't you know, the users of our factory are all large state-owned farms around Pujiang. They recognize Japanese products. They buy rotary tillers from us. , But the blade must be original Japanese. You know, in fact, a farm can not use many blades, this difference, they don't care. "

"Could you please introduce them and let them try our blades?" Ning Zhongying is still working hard.

Lou Fuxiang shook his head resolutely and said, "We don't talk well about this matter. You don't know, I convinced them to accept our rotary cultivator, and they have already sold a lot of face. The blade thing was not originally Our own things, if we talk about them, people will say us. "

"Oh ... I see, then we won't bother Director Lou." Ning Zhongying got up and heard that the other party had no intention of cooperating.

"How can this be done? How can I have to eat and go?" Lou Fuxiang put on a look of anger. "When I arrived, I didn't even eat a meal, didn't I look down on me?"

"You're welcome, we have to go elsewhere to fate, everyone comes to Japan." Ning Zhongying pretended to smile, shook hands with Lou Fuxiang and said goodbye ~ www.novelmtl.com ~ Welcome the book readers to read the latest, fastest, hottest The serial works are all at ~ www.novelmtl.com ~ Please read for mobile users.