Me who fears women travels with beautiful girls

Chapter 302 3, the supply side
When Song Wenbin left the factory, he saw a few workers in the factory cleaning up, clearing out the garbage that had accumulated all year round and placing it at the door, he nodded in satisfaction.

Although he is only 26 years old, Song Wenbin does not have any psychological pressure to use these workers who are about the same age as his parents.

During his expedition to the polar regions, he realized that life must either be ordered by himself or by others, and there is no third choice.

As a short but precious vacation during the journey, if he had a choice, Song Wenbin would like to lie in the house forever, eat and sleep.But he couldn't do it, and now he had to obey himself and fight for it.

Soon, he and Zhang Tou came to the bottling factory next door. Compared with their desolate and dilapidated factory area, the bottling factory was in full swing.

All kinds of vehicles come and go in and out, and each car is filled with various glass bottles, making jingling sounds.The barking sound of high-pressure water guns can be heard here endlessly.

Old Zhangtou led him to the operation room of the bottling factory, knocked on the door of a pvc foam board compartment, and shouted: "Boss Li, Boss Li!"

The door opened.

He was a fat man with a big belly, dark skin, and a naive look. When he saw Old Zhang coming over, he said curiously, "Old Zhang, I'm just settling accounts."

Old Zhangtou pointed to Song Wenbin and said, "This old Song son, do you have any impressions?"

"Oh. I'm a bit impressed, it's so big."

Boss Li smiled and patted Song Wenbin on the shoulder.Obviously, he didn't have any impression, he was just being polite, and his expression was a little perfunctory.

But Song Wenbin enjoyed the feeling that no one knew him very much. He took off his peaked cap, shook hands with the fat bottling factory owner with a smile, and said, "Mr. Li, my name is Song Wenbin, and I am doing Live broadcast, can you show me your bottled milk business, I want to see if there is any possibility of cooperating to bring goods.”

"Oh?" Boss Li's eyes lit up, and he asked, "You do live broadcast, how many fans do you have?"

"50, not much." Song Wenbin said modestly.

"Oh, 50! It's amazing!"

The attitude of the boss changed immediately.

He said, "Wait here, I'll get you a cup of tea."

After some excuses, Song Wenbin was stuffed with a bottle of green tea. The boss enthusiastically took him to visit the business of the bottling factory. It turned out that not only the business of fermented glutinous rice milk, but also the business of many other beverage factories, such as Coca-Cola and Fern Dadu will do the mixing and pouring of the puree in the factory, but Song Wenbin is most concerned about the business of fermented glutinous rice milk.

After the two came near the assembly line, the boss pointed to a row of filled bottles and said, "The proportion of fermented glutinous rice milk in our area is still relatively small, and the main demand is very small. Generally, it is for the canteens of several nearby high schools and universities. We wanted to promote it to primary and junior high schools before, but we were rejected because the teachers said it contained alcohol, so children were not allowed to drink it.”

"How much alcohol can there be in rum?"

Song Wenbin was happy.

"Some children are indeed sensitive, and they blush when they drink it. Teacher, it's normal to be worried. If you don't have to be afraid of ten thousand, you're just in case. So this business is not very good on our side."

Boss Li is obviously an insider who has made money, and asked, "What are the ages of your fans?"

"Don't worry, they are all adults."

Song Wenbin said.

Boss Li felt relieved and said: "That's good, this thing is indeed a feature of our area. I haven't seen any Internet celebrity come to our area to bring goods. If you can help increase sales, maybe you can bring it to us in the future." It has become an online celebrity product.”

Faced with Boss Li's flattery, Song Wenbin didn't respond. He looked at the bottles and machines, and asked, "Did you prepare the raw materials, or did you distribute the puree to you like those big factories?"

"That's not true." The boss said, "Both fermented glutinous rice and milk must be fresh, unlike cola that can last for a long time. The milk we use comes from a dairy farm in front of us, and it is pasteurized and delivered on the same day. That milk source is quite reliable, and it has cooperated with many big factories. We use fermented glutinous rice from an old local workshop. There is an old woman in that family who has been making wine for decades. This recipe is also theirs. Yes, they deliver the wine and honey every morning, and we bottle it."

"So that's the case, so where is that old lady?" Song Wenbin asked again.

"It's in an alley near the Citizen River." Boss Li said, "I can take you there if you want."

"Oh, don't bother, give me the address and we'll go and have a look later." Song Wenbin said.

After getting the address of the brewery, Song Wenbin and Lao Zhangtou rode on a small three bungee that was pulling goods from the factory, and drove all the way to the vicinity of the Citizen River.

Citizen River is in the old city. After arriving here, Song Wenbin followed the address and found the brewery that Boss Li was talking about. However, there is not only one workshop here, the whole street is full of various winemaking workshops, and the strong smell of distiller's grains is overwhelming. It comes, mixed with a certain fermented sourness, which is very unique.

Song Wenbin found the workshop named Zuixiangju, opened the door and walked in. The store looks modern on the outside, but the inside is antique. There are many large wine vats on the floor, and many wine bottles on the cabinets on the walls.

It was afternoon, and there was no one in the store, except for a young man taking a nap on the table. When Song Wenbin saw him, he walked over and coughed twice.

The young man trembled, sat up and rubbed his eyes, and said, "Do you want to drink wine?"

"No, I was introduced by Boss Li, the boss of the Yiboli bottling factory, do you have any impression?" Song Wenbin said.

"Oh, Mr. Li's friend."

The young man pulled himself together, came out from behind the counter, and asked, "What do you want?"

"I want to see the production of sweet wine here, is it convenient?"

Song Wenbin said.

"Yes, yes." The young man picked up the key from the table and said, "Come with me."

He took Song Wenbin to the yard behind the workshop. There were a lot of koji drying in the yard, and there were many big pits on the ground. Several workers were stirring grain in the big pits.Afterwards, the young man brought Song Wenbin to a cellar. There were more than a dozen large and small wine vats in the cellar, and the aroma of wine wafted from the cellar.

Song Wenbin asked: "Does your family only make sweet wine?"

"Of course not. There are still many wines with other degrees of alcohol. Dessert wine is only made by the way, and it is not easy to make after winter, and it is easy to break." The young man said proudly, do you want to buy some and try it? Pure grain wine, many people drive hundreds of kilometers to come to my house to buy it. "

"I still have to drive." Song Wenbin declined with a smile, and he asked again: "I heard that this shop is a handicraft of an old lady."

"You call me an old lady."

The young man said: "My old lady has gone to rest, she only comes when making wine."

Song Wenbin looked along the wine vats, thinking about the productivity of this workshop. It seems that this is an old store with feelings and still insists on manual production.However, Song Wenbin's investigation is not about the feelings and quality. If he really wants to do business, he would like to see some assembly lines that specialize in a certain type and operate efficiently.

"If you buy in large quantities, can you supply it?" Song Wenbin asked.

"How much do you want to buy?" The young man was surprised: "There are many stores in H City that have cooperation. We have cooperation with breakfast shops, milk tea shops, including the bottling factory you just mentioned. There is no shortage of supply. "

"Oh..." Song Wenbin pondered for a while, and asked, "Hasn't Boss Li talked to you about specializing in the production of a certain category?"

"Hey, did Boss Li tell you?"

The young man was very surprised, "It seems that I heard my dad mention that there are some bosses in the industrial park who want to build brands, machine production and other things."

After a pause, the young man said proudly, "But my old lady won't do it. You can see that the wines sold in the market are either blended and not pure at all, or they are produced by machines and have no soul at all. We can You can’t smash the signboard and do that kind of thing.”

"Yes." Song Wenbin agreed.

……

After leaving this winemaking workshop, Song Wenbin inspected the nearby winemaking workshops, which were basically similar to the situation in Zuixiangju.By the time the investigation was over, it was already dark.

Song Wenbin and Lao Zhang sat on the three bungees, and Lao Zhang took Song Wenbin to the subway station on a bicycle.

On the way, seeing Song Wenbin was thinking and not speaking, Lao Zhang couldn't help but asked, "Xiao...Xiao Song, what are you thinking about?"

"Hmm." Song Wenbin recovered from his contemplation, "Ah, it's nothing, what do you think, Lao Zhang, is there something wrong with this thing?"

"I don't know, what do you think, it's a strip production line, and we also do bottle filling business? Or something, I don't understand." The old man asked confusedly.

"Are we also doing Mr. Li's business?" Song Wenbin couldn't help laughing and said, "Isn't that just sending your ass over to be beaten by others? You can do better than others when they are so big?"

"Oh." Hearing this, the old Zhangtou heaved a sigh of relief, and said, "I'm still worried about your messing around, so what are you going to do if you don't start the bottle business?"

"Bring the goods, what else can I do."

Song Wenbin said calmly: "I'm not too old or too young to be an Internet celebrity. I can monetize traffic and help people do better business. That's probably what I can do now."

"This... you bring the goods, do you need those people in the factory?"

The old Zhangtou couldn't help asking: "Those workers."

Song Wenbin was silent, the answer is of course no need.If he wants to engage in delivery, one person is enough, but the contract signed by those workers and his family is also a headache for him.

If the factory were to go into bankruptcy and liquidation, there would be a lot of resettlement expenses. If it was not liquidated, he would have to pay wages every month. It could be said that it would be a long-term pain or a short-term pain. In short, there is no pain.

"What can those people do?" Song Wenbin asked, rubbing his head.

"Um... Actually, they know quite a lot. You know, your father is in business, and he does whatever he can. He has produced all kinds of weird things... For a few years, we did whatever the state subsidized. , I’m not afraid of your jokes, we have studied new energy vehicles in the past two years.”

Sweat dripped down Song Wenbin's forehead.

It's so fucking sloppy.

"Well, I'll take some money first and make up for the wages owed. Then you quickly sell those stocks that should be sold, and cut off the production line. How much money can be collected, and then we will things to develop."

"But...these will definitely not fill the hole." Old Zhangtou said in a low voice, "I have lost so much...how can I fix it..."

"It's okay, I'll go to the bank and see if I can think of a way." Song Wenbin said calmly.

(End of this chapter)