Cultivation of true medicine and saints in the city

Chapter 67 Hot Sale
Under the cover of night, Zhao Yifan floated back into the room quietly in the middle of the night.

Then he discovered a very bad thing.

After the breakthrough just now, under the excitement, I didn't realize that the only remaining jade tablet engraved with the Taiyin Spirit Gathering Formation was broken!

"Is this the so-called gain and loss?"

Zhao Yifan shook his head, cleaned up the broken jade tokens, and threw them into the trash can.

In fact, if this jade plaque is sold, it can be sold for hundreds of dollars, but in Zhao Yifan's eyes, it has lost its original function and is already tantamount to rubbish.

In the next few days, Zhao Yifan didn't even go to the clinic at all, and concentrated on consolidating his realm at home. Without the jade token, the speed of absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth immediately dropped greatly, so slow that Zhao Yifan was almost unbearable.

"With these tens of thousands of dollars, it is estimated that you can't even buy a piece of qualified jade."

After counting his belongings, Zhao Yifan smiled wryly.

Having not gone out for several days, Zhao Yifan packed up and planned to visit the clinic.When he took out the phone, he realized that the phone had run out of battery and turned off automatically.

Zhao Yifan didn't care either, and strolled to the clinic.

Then he saw Sun Zhiguo's car parked in front of the clinic.

"Mr. Zhao, Mr. Zhao, you finally appeared!"

After Sun Zhiguo saw Zhao Yifan, he looked excited and excited, like a 30-year old bachelor who saw a beautiful woman appearing in front of him, and exaggeratedly said: "If you don't show up again, I want to call the police!"

"Oh, what's the matter?"

Zhao Yifan opened the clinic door unhurriedly, "Then come in and talk. By the way, Director Sun, you are not staying in the factory, what are you doing here?"

"Mr. Zhao, I'm here to tell you some good news!"

Sun Zhiguo said with a mysterious smile: "Guess, how many of our whitening masks have been sold?"

"The three thousand boxes of masks are all sold out?"

Zhao Yifan raised his eyebrows when he heard this, and said with a smile, "If that's the case, that's really good news."

"Mr. Zhao, you really underestimate the whitening mask you made!"

Sun Zhiguo stretched out a finger and said, "As of today, the factory has worked overtime and has sold [-] boxes of masks!"

"What did you say?"

Zhao Yifan was taken aback, and said in surprise, "One hundred thousand boxes of facial masks? You didn't make a mistake, did you?"

Indeed, this surprised Zhao Yifan too much. You know, it has been less than a month since the production of the first batch of facial masks!

Like this kind of product that is only distributed and sold in Qingzhou City, it has just been launched on the market, and there is no well-known product. Zhao Yifan previously estimated that if these [-] boxes of masks can be sold within a month, it will be considered a good start.

Unexpectedly, within less than a month, this number was increased to [-] boxes!
Although he has great confidence in the efficacy of the mask obtained by improving and streamlining the elixir formula, this sales figure also makes Zhao Yifan feel that it is too exaggerated.

"Mr. Zhao, how could I be wrong?"

Sun Zhiguo couldn't close his mouth with a smile, "I settled the accounts yesterday, and reconciled the account with the finance side, and it is indeed [-] boxes, that's right, that's why I came to you at the first time to tell you the good news. "

"That's great."

Zhao Yifan was also happy when he heard that the news was true.This is really sleepy sent a pillow, he was worried about not having money to buy jade to practice, here Sun Zhiguo brought him good news.

"Mr. Zhao, I calculated it. After excluding labor costs, material costs, etc., the net profit is about 400 million, and you have a dividend income of 220 million."

Sun Zhiguo said with a smile: "Mr. Zhao, I'm not afraid of your jokes. After I finished the calculation, I realized that I still make money by building my own brand and making products. I used to work as an OEM for others. After a year of hard work, I only made money." More than 200 million yuan is not enough to make a lot of money in the past half a month."

"Besides, we've just started. We've just gained some fame in Qingzhou City. In the future, if our sales can occupy the Jiangnan Province market, or even the national market, or the global market, how much money should we have?"

Sun Zhiguo said longingly: "In the past few days, I feel that I have endless energy in my body. I am not tired from working from morning to night. I wish I could stay in the factory 24 hours a day."

Zhao Yifan suddenly burst out laughing, "Sun Chang, although making money is important, but the body is more important, otherwise, how much money you earn will eventually be given to the doctor."

"hey-hey."

Sun Zhiguo scratched his head, and said with an apologetic smile, "Mr. Zhao, with a doctor like you around, to be honest, I'm really not afraid of getting sick. What I'm afraid of is getting sick and you won't treat me."

The two people he is most grateful for now are his old father-in-law Tang Yuntao, and the other is Zhao Yifan. If Tang Yuntao hadn't introduced Zhao Yifan to him, then Sun Zhiguo probably doesn't know what to do right now.

"It depends on why you got sick. If it's because of work, don't worry, I will treat you for sure."

When Zhao Yifan was in a good mood, he also joked with Sun Zhiguo: "If you get it for other reasons, then find another way."

Sun Zhiguo scratched his head and laughed, thinking to himself, Mr. Zhao is actually very approachable.

"Okay, what's going on with the sales situation? Tell me about it."

Zhao Yifan's expression became serious: "How can you sell so much at once?"

"How should I put it? It can be regarded as word of mouth."

Sun Zhiguo thought for a while and said: "From the perspective of sales data, at the beginning, the sales were very unsatisfactory. We could only sell a few boxes of masks a day. After a few days, it gradually rose to double digits, and triple digits increased geometrically. Then, it started to explode. In one day at most, more than 2 boxes of masks were sold. At the busiest time, the people in the sales department squatted at the door of the production workshop. As soon as the masks came off the production line, the people in the sales department immediately took out Deliver to the agent below."

"The workers and machines in the workshop are working 24 hours a day, and the workers are full of energy. Everyone sees that the product sales are so good, and it is a product of our own factory. There is no need to supervise. Everyone is very serious, and the rate of defective products is constant. It is controlled at about three thousandths, and every link, medicinal material delivery, cooling time, etc., is precisely pinched."

Sun Zhiguo said a little proudly.

"Well, it's almost the end of the year."

Zhao Yifan murmured and said, "We must pay attention to production safety and avoid accidents. Although making money is important, safety is more important. I believe you know this better than I do."

"Yes, Mr. Zhao, I see."

Sun Zhiguo shuddered, as if someone had poured cold water on his head, and his excited mood immediately calmed down. Indeed, in the past few days, he was so happy that he got carried away, staring at the sales data every day.

The end of the year is approaching, and once there is an accident, all aspects are very tight. At this juncture, once an accident occurs, no one can afford it.

"You are an old expert. You know these things better than me. I just want to remind you."

Zhao Yifan just wanted to remind him. After achieving this goal, he changed the subject and said: "In addition, when paying wages and bonuses to workers, you must not be stingy. Everyone works hard in order to earn more money. Don’t look for reasons to withhold or pay less.”

"If you can send something real to employees, don't tell them about your feelings. Of course, you can talk about your feelings. This must be based on a rich material foundation. Otherwise, the wages are low and there are no bonuses. I hope that employees will love the factory like home. Isn't that all self-deception?"

Sun Zhiguo was a little ashamed immediately. Zhao Yifan's words hit the nail on the head. This year when the factory's profitability was not good, he would explain some important principles to the employees every now and then, but each time the effect was minimal. On the surface, everyone was yelling. He nodded, but when he turned around, the one who should resign still resigned, without any nostalgia.

"Mr. Zhao, then you see, how should the bonus and salary at the end of the year be paid?"

Sun Zhiguo looked at Zhao Yifan sincerely.

"Sun Chang, this is your business."

Zhao Yifan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, shrugged his shoulders, and said, "To put it bluntly, I'm just a hands-off shopkeeper who only takes money and doesn't care about other things. The workers, machinery and equipment in the factory are all your business, and I can't make it up to you. And I don't know how to manage."

"Mr. Zhao."

Sun Zhiguo hurriedly said: "What you said just now are all good words. One sentence has pointed out the essence of the core of management. If you don't understand management, then don't people like me even have the threshold of management?" touching?"

Zhao Yifan waved his hand and said, "I really don't know anything about management. I just said something casually from the perspective of human nature."

"You are so humble. The core essence of management science is to study human nature."

Sun Zhiguo said with a serious face.

Zhao Yifan was also speechless, thought for a while, and said, "How about this, let everyone set a rule for the payment of workers' wages and bonuses. For example, if you sell 100 million yuan, you will get a bonus of 500 yuan per person; if you sell 300 million yuan, you will get 1000 yuan. Give everyone a clear goal for their efforts, and they will work hard for their bonuses without the supervision of others.”

"You are right."

Sun Zhiguo took out a notebook, quickly recorded it on it, raised his head and said to Zhao Yifan: "Mr. Zhao, how much do you think the sales price and bonus are suitable for?"

Zhao Yifan was about to collapse, and asked back: "How did you manage this factory in the past?"

"It's just a monthly salary."

Sun Zhiguo scratched his head and said embarrassingly, "OEM profits are very thin, and bonuses are rarely paid out."

Zhao Yifan shook his head and thought to himself, if you do what you do, if you don't use money to motivate the workers below, who will work hard for you, and you want the horse to run and the horse not to eat grass? Isn't this a fool's dream? ?
(End of this chapter)