Salted Fish Doesn't Want to Inherit Hundred of Billion Property

Qing Qin chose an old beverage factory called Qibao.

The start-up capital of the first round is only 200 million. The most suitable choice for pursuing huge profits is entertainment or finance.

Needless to say about finance, with the addition of leverage, a master trader is enough to leverage tens of millions of yuan.

In terms of entertainment, 200 million is enough to make a small-cost game or web drama.The world has strict copyright laws and people are very conscious.As long as the works produced become popular, huge profits are bound to be made.

Of course, if the two lose money, they will lose everything.

Qingqin knows very well that he has been a lucky cat since he was a child, plus the fate in the world in the book, if he chooses these two, he will probably win the No.1 in the first round and run wild on the cannon fodder road .

At that time, he worked hard and worked hard to make money, even if he didn't get involved in new energy, he would be troubled by the master of the plot, and in the end, the whole family was cheap and the male protagonist was the peerless king.

Oh, he won't do it.

Qingqin resolutely chose industry.

As we all know, industry requires high investment and low return, so it has a higher ability to resist risks. It is now 09, which one of all walks of life has not abandoned entities and gone to financial real estate?

Qing Qin naturally did the opposite.

The monthly rent of a large beverage factory is estimated to be one million yuan, and the cost of workers, water and electricity, and raw materials is almost hundreds of thousands.

The last bit of money to make an ugly package design.

ok, I will lose if I don’t go bankrupt before the settlement!

At the entrance of Qibao Soda Factory, a banner hung up, reading "Welcome the leaders to come and inspect."

The three of them shivered in the early spring sunset with their brows drooping.

The one standing in front of him looked like a dog in a suit and leather shoes, and the other two wore overalls.

Seeing a row of sports cars appearing at the end of the village road, the yawning man at the front woke up with a jolt: "Applause, applause, hurry up, the big money is coming!"

The black sports car stopped surrounded by four cars, the door of the middle car opened upwards, and the butler stepped out with a threatening manner.

"Qing..." The man changed his words as soon as he opened his mouth, he admitted the wrong person, and the real master is still behind, "Hello, hello!"

The butler didn't look at him, turned his head, bent down, and helped Qingqin get out of the car: "This is the Qibao soda factory. At its peak, Qibao's sub-factories blossomed everywhere, and now this rented factory is the only one left."

"Yes, yes." The man nodded desperately, observing the new boss who was too young and the handsome assistant sister behind him.

The so-called respecting Luo Chang first and then respecting others, seeing the price of Qingqin's body, his attitude is even lower: "We built the factory in the old kingdom era, and it can be called the No. 1 carbonated drink in China, and it can be drunk all over the country. To that sip of soda."

Qingqin put on sunglasses, most of his face was hidden under the black lenses, his demeanor became more distant and indifferent, and he stretched out his hand intentionally: "Excuse me, who are you?"

"I'm the vice president of Qibao, Li Jianye." The bald man who was almost 50 years old remembered that he hadn't introduced himself. three times.

Qingqin is indifferent to the past glory of the enterprise.

First of all, there is no Pepsi and Coca-Cola in this world.The overall carbonated drinks are mainly juice-flavored sodas, and the taste is average and not mainstream.In the eastern cultural circle, tea is the main product, in the western cultural circle, coffee is the main product, and carbonated beverages only account for a small share.

Secondly, most carbonated beverage factories have a wide variety of products, exquisite and beautiful packaging, and huge investment in advertising and promotion, which is far better than the stubborn Qibao.

Small cakes and fierce competition made Qibao soda a tear of the times.

The tears of the times are good, it fully meets his needs of losing the game and running away with 1000 million.

He looked at the factory area, located on the edge of the city, with only one village road in and out, a total of three factories, an office building, and a small canteen, covering an area of ​​more than 2000 square meters.

Qingqin estimated the rent for one month, his eyes gradually became hot, like a dragon guarding the treasure: "How many production lines?"

"In the past few years, the factory has failed. After moving out of the industrial park, there are only three production lines left in the early years, and now only one is still in operation." Mr. Li hurried to his side, and felt Mr. Qing's emotional changes through the sunglasses. With an idea, "You follow me."

He turned back again, and scolded Mu Leng Leng's two temporary workers: "Hurry up and follow."

A white jade-like hand stood in front of him, stopping his abuse: "Mr. Li, be polite."

Qing Qin looked at the two workers: "Then trouble you two to demonstrate for me."

These two are also old workers. They are used to being called around, and they were a little flattered for a while. They nodded and bowed repeatedly, stammering: "Okay...Okay."

"It seems that Mr. Qing's plan is on the right track. I'll take my leave first. I can find Sister Yaotiao for the next thing." The butler followed after watching for a while with satisfaction, and then said.

Qing Qin kept his face paralyzed, and sang in his heart: send you away, thousands of miles away~

"Please remember the crocodile pond." The butler smiled and bowed, leaving the petrified Qingqin to leave.

Qibao Soda uses an automated production line, and the four-meter-high and seven hundred-square-meter factory building just fits a line.

One after another, the plastic bottles are rotated and filled with a five-to-one drink made of water and concentrate, then pressurized with carbon dioxide, and packed into boxes.

"This is the newest production line invested and built in 04. The output is 1000 to 1500 bottles per hour. There are also auxiliary facilities, such as personnel disinfection facilities, cleaning workshops, laboratories, etc. It was also the most advanced batch in China at that time." Through the glass door, Mr. Li introduced.

Qingqin looked at the skilled operation of the workers: "How much is the worker's salary?"

"They were old workers. After the factory collapsed, everyone dispersed. These two didn't find a job. They came to work as temporary workers. The salary was [-] per day."

Qingqin nodded: "Sign a contract with them, with a monthly salary of 3000, five social insurances and one housing fund. In addition, there is no need to work three shifts, just nine in the morning and five or eight in the evening."

Meng Yao lowered his head to record.

But the loss of the machine downtime is huge. Mr. Li was a little doubtful, but he still focused on recruiting workers, with a happy face: "There are inspectors, cleaning and disinfecting..."

"If you want to recruit, the salary will be based on the highest market price." Qingqin walked to the end of the production line and waved his hand, "Talk to my assistant for details."

There is already a box of drinks packaged here, Qingqin glanced at the graceful bottle body and the red packaging, which has a relatively trendy name printed on it, "Seven Steam".

The packaging needs to be changed, the font should be larger, the font should be thicker, the color should be more, and the color should be brighter. It is not enough to force the designer to death!

He unscrewed the cap, and inside was a cola-like dark brown liquid, gurgling and bubbling, it didn't taste like industrial saccharin, but a bit mint-like.

However, it doesn't taste good.

These three words are enough.

Qing Qin showed a relieved smile, and said to the vice president who walked over tremblingly, "Very good."

Mr. Li nodded quickly: "Actually, the improved formula is used now."

"Then what about the formula before improvement?"

"The pre-improved formula is in Mr. Qi's hands." Mr. Li wiped off his sweat, "In 05, Mr. Qi disappeared, and the formula was stolen once, and he went around to find it later, so he kept it. In Mr. Qi's hands, Mr. Qi asked someone to improve it, and it is the current formula."

Qingqin nodded inscrutablely, thinking, after the improvement, it just doesn't taste good, so wouldn't it be better before the improvement?

He turned to Meng Yao and said, "Help me find Mr. Qi, I want the old formula in his hand."

"Ah? But people's tastes have changed now, what about the old formula from a hundred years ago..." Mr. Li suddenly became anxious.

Qingqin thought about the fact that there were two inspectors by his side, and explained: "You don't understand this. Now that there are so many beverage flavors, what is the one with the highest market share? Instant tea. Why are there so many? Because drinking tea is our oriental Thousands of years of tradition! Why not use a centuries-old recipe?"

Mr. Li suddenly realized, slapped his thigh and gave a thumbs up: "Mr. Qing is right! He has a precise grasp of the market!"

No, you are right.For tea, you can pursue classics, sell a thousand-year-old traditional feelings, and soda, which is completely a modern drink, would you be courting death if you do this?

While saying sorry in his heart, Qing Qin continued to think along this line of thought: "Since we want to make a retro style, what was the earliest packaging of Qibao soda?"

"It was all produced by hand at first..." Mr. Li hesitated, "There is still an abandoned production line from the era of glass bottles 20 years ago."

He said, pointing to the historical display on the factory wall.

It was soda in a colorless glass bottle with a beer cap, and on it was the word Qiqi in the seal body.

The other one was the most fashionable can at that time, with a black background and bright yellow characters occupying the entire field of vision.

It perfectly fits Qingqin's aesthetic goals.

It's a pity that I saved a lot of packaging design.

Qingqin made a final decision: "Then let's switch to that production line now."

"But the cost of glass bottles is 500 cents higher than that of PET, and the production line needs to be used before it can be used, and it costs tens of thousands. The production line is only semi-automated, and more than 50 workers have to be hired. What's more, the output is only At about [-] bottles per hour," Mr. Li was originally in charge of production, and immediately pointed out three shortcomings, "plus the monthly rent of the factory is [-], and it is difficult for us to pay back."

Qingqin took a look at this ordinary middle-aged man. He was so familiar with the production line, and he still stuck to his post when the factory closed down. I'm afraid he has a lot of affection for this brand.

So this kind of person must be a huge stumbling block in his great career of losing money. Even if there is no reason to fire him immediately, he must be obedient.

"Do as I say, now I'm the boss." Qing Qin took off his sunglasses and said condescendingly.

Seeing Mr. Li's reluctance, Qing Qin stretched out a hand, and Meng Yao silently handed over a letter of appointment for the vice president with an annual salary of 30 yuan.

"Money has never been a problem for me," Qingqin handed the letter of employment to Mr. Li, "I know you have feelings for Qibao. But you have to know that the current Qibao can no longer survive the old way. It can only be put to death and reborn."

Mr. Li took over the letter of employment, his lips squirmed, and there were faint tears in his eyes.

Looking at the 30 above, and looking at the high-spirited new boss, he is determined to tie himself to this chariot: "Okay, but there is still one thing I haven't said..."

Before the second half of the sentence was uttered, there was a commotion outside, mixed with all kinds of obscene abuse.

"What's going on?" Qingqin walked out and saw a dozen hooligans holding buckets of red paint, pouring buckets of red paint on the outer wall.

The good factory building was painted in a mess by them, which looks like a murder scene in a horror movie.

"This is a private factory, what are you doing! I'm going to call the police!" Meng Yao stepped on her high heels, her steps were fast, and she was the first to stop them.

"Yo, old man Li even has a beautiful chick!"

Saying a word immediately caused countless wretched laughter.

"Remember to invite a dozen security guards to patrol in the future, and make power grids around." Qing Qin unbuttoned his suit jacket, rolled up the sleeves of his shirt above his elbows, and walked forward with his wrists moving while instructing Meng Yao.

"What kind of skill is bullying women? Let's make some gestures." Qingqin stopped in front of them.

"This little boy is too overconfident."

"Your grandfather and my arms are thicker than your thighs."

Several people saw that he was well dressed, and they didn't want to get into trouble after all, they cursed, but their steps seemed to retreat.

"That's a lot of nonsense." Qing Qin choked up after passing through, and immediately grabbed the steel pipe from one of them.

Within 3 minutes, he knocked over one piece smoothly, and then swept again.

The group of gangsters were swept into the open-air sewage treatment pool on one side like dumplings, splashing in the waist-deep water, apparently trying to drown themselves.

Qingqin glanced back: "What are you doing in a daze, fish him out and ask what he does."

The few people who were startled by his hand hurriedly scooped up people, and asked questions.

"Mr. Qing possesses special skills, but there is no explanation in the information." Meng Yao couldn't help feeling emotional as she recalled the employer's information she had seen before.

Qingqin belatedly recalled the experience of the original body, touched his nose: "Maybe I am born with supernatural power."

Sister Yaotiao just smiled, but she didn't know how much she believed.

These gangsters were scared out of their wits, they were just listening to other people's work to earn some extra money, but they didn't know that they met a ruthless character, trembling and crying bitterly, they told the story again.

"They were found by the 'Fun' Beverage Factory that just came out recently. They submitted a lawyer's letter not long ago, wanting to take back the trademark rights." Mr. Li said in a low voice, "During this period, hooligans came here every day to destroy, that is This reason."

Qingqin's expression froze slightly, I was wrong, I should ask clearly.This is not a gangster who came to cause destruction, it is a direct train to the road to bankruptcy, my savior!

Come on, come on, even if you do damage, all losses will be charged to my account.