Homecoming of Rebirth

Glancing at Yang Daqiang, "Dad, look! My grandma told me that there are no good people in that family, and you still beat me because of them."

Yang Daqiang glared at his son, and put his ear up again, but a smile couldn't help but hang on the corner of his mouth.

"These couple, they don't understand the mess at home, and they still think about contracting a non-staple food factory?"

When Mrs. Yang heard this, she was startled.

She heard the chat in the courtyard just now, didn't they both agree that the couple would take over the non-staple food factory?

"What's wrong? Their family is really thoughtful?"

Yang Daqiang pursed his lips to eat, "Tossing nonsense! Listen to him bragging, how much money can she and Lao Qi save? Xiao Shitou still has to go to high school, I don't think his family has a chance!"

Both Yang Daqiang and the Qi family belong to the grain depot.

Moreover, although Guo Lihua is the director of the general office, Yang Daqiang is just an inspector, but Yang Daqiang really doesn't like Director Guo Daqiang.

There is no oil or water at all, so what's the point of being an official?

He is responsible for testing the quality of incoming grain and grading purchased grain.

Raising his hand, pressing his hand, the grade and price of the grain sold by the old farmer to the grain depot are all in the mind of the inspector.

So, get it?

This idea is not cheap, to put it bluntly, it is bribery.

If you don’t give a red envelope of 80 yuan to the door god who is inspected, no matter how good the food is, you will be set a lower level, and there is nowhere to cry.

The old farmer called this "giving watermelon".

Based on this alone, the profession of inspector is the most fat job in the grain depot after finance.

The benefit of "giving watermelon" every year is not a small number.

Yang Daqiang's income is not comparable to that of Guo Lihua, and even Wu Lianshan, who is opposite him, cannot compare with him.

Not only did Yang Daqiang know that director Guo Da wanted to contract the non-staple food factory, but... he was also eyeing the non-staple food factory!

Otherwise, could Mrs. Yang be so nervous?

Seeing that his son didn't take it seriously at this time, he punched Yang Daqiang fiercely, "Don't be careless, no matter how you say it, you are the chief executive, so why don't the officials turn to her?"

The old lady has heard her son talk about the non-staple food factory for two months. It has a full set of pastry production equipment, as well as cold storage, meat processing equipment, and wild vegetable washing equipment.

The five-year contract cost is only 5 yuan, and it can be cheaper if it is contracted internally.

How much does that cost the public?

Moreover, this is not what the old lady values ​​most, what she values ​​is the sales contract that comes with the non-staple food factory.

The more old Mrs. Yang thought about it, the more insecure she became, and she lost interest in listening to the wall.

Suddenly, he thought viciously, and said to Yang Daqiang: "You go to work and ruin his house!"

Yang Daqiang was taken aback, "What's the matter?"

Old Mrs. Yang stared, "Isn't Shitou a friend of his family? Didn't he still steal money from the family? You can go to the unit and talk about it."

Yang Daqiang didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "What kind of a big deal is this? Mom, don't make up your mind."

Besides, it doesn't seem to be the case now.

Old Mrs. Yang quit, "It depends on how much trouble you make about big and small things. Who knows if it's true or not? Don't take it seriously now, but when you really earn money with our family, it will be a big deal!"

"At that time, I will go to your unit to make trouble. If I can't win the fight, I will go to the government to fight. If you still don't believe it, your library leaders must not pay attention to the impact?"

"Also, she didn't get Jun Qi's job to the grain depot? Is this a big deal? Her chief executive is using power for personal gain. I wonder if the government will give an explanation!"

Yang Daqiang thought about it, and suddenly felt that what the old lady said made sense.

If it really broke out, what happened to her chief director, she would have to suffer as well.

"Okay!" Gritting his teeth, he said to himself, it's not a difficult thing to do, it's simple to chew the root of the tongue.

"Listen to the mother!"

After finishing speaking, he didn't forget to give Yang Jinwei a slap, "Learn a little bit, don't think about who you want to date all day long! I said ugly things first, if you keep in touch with that Zheng Xiaoyan, I'll break your legs!"

Yang Jinwei shrunk his neck in shock, "No, I just played around and knew I was wrong."

"You bastard!" Yang Daqiang cursed, and continued to stick to the wall to listen.

Now it's not a lively thing to listen to, maybe you can hear something that shouldn't be heard, and help the Qi family to spread the word.

The Qi family didn't know that there were still people at the bottom of the wall, so they continued to eat and chat.

After a while, Guo Lihua remembered Qi Lei calling her during the day.

"By the way, you have nothing to ask during the day, what is the rice polishing machine doing?"

Qi Lei's heart trembled, and he said, here we come!

He smiled and said, "It's okay! Just when I went back to Harbin, I saw the Thai rice in the supermarket. It was quite old and expensive. But it was very white and clean, and it looked good. I remembered it today. Guess which one it is. The rice is processed by a rice polishing machine!"

When Cui Yumin heard this, he took over the conversation.

"The stone is talking about Thai fragrant rice, right? Yes, it comes out of the fine washing machine. It costs about ten yuan a catty, which is very valuable!"

In the end, Qi Lei said, "Is it delicious?"

This time it was Guo Lihua who replied, "What's delicious? Last time your old lady came back, didn't she take a small bag? It's not delicious at all, it's not as good as our Shangbei rice. But the small bag is only about a hundred yuan. human!"

Everyone nodded, the Thai basmati rice is really not as good as the usual Shangbei rice.

As far as Shangbei is concerned, there is really nothing special about it, but rice is the thing to be proud of.

Without it, the unique geographical conditions, coupled with the unique climatic conditions, make Shangbei one of the producing areas of the best rice since ancient times.

Not only is rice used for state banquets, but there are only a handful of rice producing areas in the world that are better than Shangbei rice.

Let's put it this way, if you say that Shangbei people are rustic and have never seen the world, that's true. Shangbei people themselves don't deny it. Tang Xiaoyi claims that the son of a rich family has never eaten McDonald's since he grew up, and he has never seen the world.

But if we only talk about rice, there may not be many places in the world that have more delicious food than Shangbei people...

What Thai rice, RB rice, are not enough to see.

And it is a rice brand that is famous all over the country 20 years later, but there is no commercial operation now...

Everyone, you say a word to me, and you are all praising Beimi.He was talking vigorously, but Qi Lei suddenly said, "The grain depot has a rice polishing machine, so it can't be done? Why don't you make Shangbei rice the same as Thai rice, and sell it for ten yuan a catty?" gone?"

Then he added, "Then Thai rice can be sold so expensively and so well, what's the difference between our rice?"

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There was a stagnation on the table.

Guo Lihua's first reaction was that Qi Lei talked a lot today!

The others smiled indifferently. The children's brains are indeed fast, but they are all naive, and the questions are a bit unrealistic.

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Chapter 54

Qi Lei's question hit the point, but to adults, it wasn't a sudden enlightenment.

Why Shangbei rice cannot be sold at the high price of Thai rice is actually easy to explain. The main reason is the limitation of the times.

After all, it was still in the 90s, and it didn’t take long for the country to open up its commodity grain policy, especially in the Northeast, which is a major grain-producing area.

Until [-], Shangbei's grain market was strictly controlled, and the procedures required for grain merchants to collect grain locally were not generally cumbersome.

Not only do they need the approval documents and procedures of all levels of the grain export department, but even the traffic authorities have to have a pass.

Of course, this is only part of the reason.It's not impossible to overcome it if you really want to do it.

At this time, Guo Lihua said: "Actually, it can be done!"

"That set of equipment was imported by RB, specifically for this purpose. But the operating cost is high, and it was bought for political achievements."

"It's not that no one thinks about it, it's just that they don't have the courage to do it. Besides, this matter can only be led by the food department, who will worry about it?"

"Then there is the issue of packaging and marketing. Thai basmati rice is packaged from abroad, and it is high-grade at first sight. Our rice is only packed in big woven bags. How can it be sold at such a high price?"

"You want to make that kind of exquisite packaging, and there is nowhere in the north to do it!"

In the final analysis, it is still backward, backward in concept, backward in system, and backward in technology.

Wu Lianshan took up the conversation, "Actually, to put it bluntly, there is still no concept of refined grain processing in our country."

"Oh." Qi Lei listened carefully like a child being taught.

Waiting for the grown-ups to finish talking, they continued, "That's a pity, our Shangbei rice only costs one yuan, if it can be sold at the price of Thai rice, it will be a lot of money!"

The grown-ups took it for fun, and Guo Lihua teased him, "Sell socks for a few days and see if you can do it. How can it be so simple?"

However, the speaker has no intention, but the listener has intention.

Don't forget, Tang Chenggang, a shrewd businessman who can be regarded as an entrepreneur, is still sitting here!

Others listen to the fun and complain about the rigidity of the system.Qi Lei was whimsical, but Tang Chenggang saw business from it.

Couldn't help but glance at Qi Lei more, and said, "Little rock is a good material, this brain turns quickly!"

Normally, Guo Lihua would definitely be suppressed.You can't praise him, he will float.

However, the old man is here today, who dares to say that he is the eldest grandson?I can only bear it.

Tang Chenggang just said one thing and didn't mention it.It can be regarded as a lot of business, but he can't do all the business in the world.

Qi Lei was not in a hurry, he continued to eat while mixing with the adults' chat, Guo Lihua couldn't do anything if he didn't like it.

Speaking of the pharmaceutical factory, Qi Lei has come alive.

"Master, those medicines from the old pharmaceutical factory, I remember seeing you take them all the time when I was a child, are they all good medicines?"

Qi Haiting nodded, "That medicine is not bad. It's hard to find such a good liver and stomach medicine now!"

He grinned, "The western medicine prescribed by the hospital is nothing at all. After taking it, my intestines hurt!"

The old man's liver is not very good, and his stomach is not good. The root of the disease in his old age, he has been taking medicine to maintain it.He also stubbornly believed that his colon cancer was caused by taking western medicine.

"But, there's no way! No matter how good the medicine is, he can't sell it. What's the use?"

Qi Lei, "Why can't you sell it?"

Guo Lihua frowned when she heard this, why does this child talk so much today?

He ordered some food for Qi Lei, "Eat yours! Do you talk too much?"

Over there, Tang Chenggang thought it was quite good. For chatting, it is a kind of exercise for children to participate more, which is a good thing.

This time, he went out personally and explained to Qi Lei: "Why can't it be sold? There are many reasons."

"One is that there is no market for western medicine, the other is that state-owned enterprises are generally not doing well, and the third is that marketing is not good. Packaging, technology, and production capacity can't keep up, and they will die slowly!"

"Hi!" Zheng Zhen sighed, "Actually, it's mainly about packaging and marketing."

"As far as the packaging process of the pharmaceutical factory is concerned, the transparent plastic bags are hot-melt sealed, and the seals are not consistent. To put it bluntly, it is not as good as the packaging of the popsicles sold now. It is not as good as those produced by Western and southern manufacturers with exquisite packaging. When the medicines are put together, they will drop in price if you look at them, and it will be strange if they can be sold."

Tang Chenggang's analysis is not much, but it hits the nail on the head.

Qi Lei sighed: "It's a pity that those few good medicines are gone, the prescription alone is worth a lot of money, right?"

Tang Chenggang: "..."

To be honest, if Qi Lei didn't mention it, he really ignored the prescriptions of those few good medicines.Suddenly found that this seems to be a business.

Old Tang suddenly stopped talking and began to think about something.If you want to say that he doesn't think about the rice processing business, he won't think about it, but the pharmaceutical factory is right in front of his eyes. If he doesn't think about it, he won't be a qualified businessman.

The key point is, originally I only thought there was land, but now Qi Lei reminds me that there is a prescription for it!

After thinking about it, it seems that it is not only the prescription, but also the "Drug Production License"!

After careful consideration, it seems that the more than 1000 laid-off workers are not pure burdens, right?

A pharmaceutical factory is not an ordinary enterprise, like a plastics factory, a few technicians with a hundred or two hundred roughs can do the job.There are a lot of old experts in traditional Chinese medicine and college students in the 80s and [-]s!