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Chapter 815 Cheap Shock Wave (Second update, please subscribe)
April 4, 11.

This day seems so boring that for decades, someone will list this day specifically. According to the analysis and calculation by William Constur, a scientist at the University of Cambridge in the UK in 2011, it was concluded that this was the most boring day in the world in the 20th century. . No major international events occurred on this day.

On this day, a general election was held in Belgium, a Turkish academic was born, and a British footballer died. Other than that, nothing happens.

If there is one, it is that the rebellions in Aceh, Lampung and other areas on the island of Sumatra are intensifying and are even showing signs of being out of control. But in fact, in terms of influence, it is far less than the war in North Vietnam.

All in all, it was an extremely boring day without anything of note happening, at least according to historical accounts.

In the early morning, as usual, Song Chengping walked into the Garment Technology Research Institute, an institution specializing in clothing technology research. Its funding comes from donations from the Nanyang Garment Association and various clothing companies.

After entering the institute, he, like others, continued his past research - from clothing fabrics, to fabric printing and dyeing, to production processes. In the past few years, the research conducted here has ensured the quality of Nanyang clothing. , in addition to cooperating with various parties to develop high-end fabrics and new clothing processes, there is also a somewhat special research being conducted here - how to reduce costs to the greatest extent.

Just as Song Chengping entered the office, before he could start working, someone over there excitedly ran over with a telegram.

"Taiping, Chengping... it's successful, it's successful!"

Xu Qijun shouted while running.

"Um……"

While the director was sighing, Song Chengping and Xu Qijun had already boarded the plane and started making plans there.

Nodding, Song Chengping's expression became a little solemn. To outsiders, a "one dollar shirt" is just a shirt, but to them, it is three years of hard work. It took them three years to Just reduced the cost of shirts by 70%!

"Long live, success! Hurry, hurry, go to Kuala Lumpur immediately!"

Three years ago, such a low price was simply unimaginable, but now, they have really achieved it.

"If you calculate it this way, the seller's profit is no less than the current shirt. But the total price is almost half lower!"

What is “a dollar?”

"Shirts for a dollar a piece,"

"Say hello to Director Feng for me. Qi Jun and I will go to Kuala Lumpur and tell Director Feng - one dollar! We have "one dollar"."

"When the time comes, Americans will definitely buy it by the dozen!"

“It turns out that with one dollar, you can really do it!”

"Sixty-two cents, sixty-two cents, we fucked him down to sixty-two cents!"

Without any hesitation, Song Chengping picked up the briefcase beside him and walked out the door, shouting to his colleagues in the office.

Most people were confused, but when Director Feng of the research institute learned the news, he was stunned for almost half an hour before speaking.

Xu Qijun's shout was so loud that many people ran out of the office. Song Chengping snatched the telegram, looked at the content on the telegram, and said in surprise.

Xu Qijun said.

"The ex-factory price is 62 cents, the shipping fee per piece is 0.1 cents, the tariff in the United States is 15%, which is 9.3 cents, and the arrival price at the port is 71.4 cents. Including various taxes, the maximum is 80 cents, and then the seller’s profit…”

On the plane, Song Chengping had been calculating the cost of the shirt, and finally he came to a conclusion.

"At first, I thought that our ex-factory price should be around 68 cents. After all, in terms of technology, we have improved everything we can use, but the overall cost space is there, but Director Zhu, the It has been reduced to 62 cents, and there is room for further cost reduction..."

Xu Qijun lowered his voice and said.

"The working hours of their factory are now only 12 hours. Director Zhu called last time and said that he plans to extend the working hours to 2 hours. In this way, we are absolutely sure to compress it to less than 60 cents..." No. Needless to say, for manufacturing companies, the most effective way to reduce production costs is to reduce labor costs as much as possible.

"First, there is no pension insurance, second, there is no medical insurance, and third, there is no work-related injury insurance,"

In the office, Zhu Renzhe introduced his experience to two experts from the institute.

"Finally, even overtime pay, there is no overtime pay in Malaya,"

At the end, Zhu Renzhe said with emotion.

"When I first invested in Malaya, I was still a little worried. Now it seems that these worries are unnecessary. Not only is it unnecessary, but the profits are also very considerable. You don't know that the workers here are very cheap... "

Pointing to the factory outside the window, Zhu Renzhe personally poured tea for Song Chengping and Xu Qijun before speaking.

"To be honest, if it weren't for the low labor cost, it would be impossible to reduce the price of something that costs 1.4 US dollars to 60 cents. Our products not only include personnel wages, but also overtime pay. There are all kinds of insurances, such as pension, medical insurance, work-related injury, and even provident fund and unemployment. These things are indeed protection for us Nanyang people, but these protections require money and need to be added to the cost! "

Zhu Renzhe said after taking a puff of cigarette.

"But in Malaysia, none of this is needed. We just need to make full use of the labor here as much as possible. Let's put it this way, even if it is the same salary, the cost here will be much lower. In Nanyang, a worker, You can only work 55 hours a week, with a maximum of 11 hours a day, and three hours are considered overtime. But in Malaya, workers work seven days a week, at least 12 hours a day, and a week is 74 hours. If they work 14 hours , that is 98 hours, the working hours of a Malayan worker is almost equivalent to that of two Nanyang workers!

Zhu Renzhe said after taking a puff of cigarette.

"So, 62 cents is just the beginning. If we make corresponding process adjustments, I am confident that it will be adjusted to... well... it will be reduced by 5 to 10 cents. It is not impossible!"

Factory Director Zhu's answer silenced both Song Chengping and Xu Qijun. Although they knew that the factories in Malaya "utilized" workers to the limit, they did not expect that they could be exploited to this extent.

"This, is this too much..."

Song Chengping looked at the other party and asked.

"Pass?"

Zhu Renzhe said.

"How could it be? We come here just to take advantage of the cheap labor here. Besides, the workers here are all local indigenous people. The managers still have various insurances and benefits, and of course overtime pay."

Zhu Renzhe said after specifically emphasizing the special treatment for managers.

"After all, we are all compatriots, and we must treat them differently. Even the foreman, who is just a compatriot, is treated differently. This is a matter of principle. You can't cheat anyone, but you can't cheat your compatriots."

Nanyang has always been upright and treats its compatriots differently.

"makes sense!"

Song Chengping nodded and said.

"The last thing is the "One Dollar Shirt." Three years ago, when you mentioned this idea, everyone would think it was a delusion, but now..."

Looking at the shirts on the table, Song Chengping said.

"Okay now, we finally achieved this goal!"

"Yes, yes,"

The women's shirts on the table look so inconspicuous. Now they don't know what kind of impact this "one dollar shirt" will have on the world, but what is certain is that when it floods into the American market , is bound to bring unprecedented impact to the world like the hydrogen bomb tested by the Americans on Bikini Atoll a month ago...

(End of this chapter)