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Chapter 61 Zhao Shaokang’s ambition
  They don't have business cards, and they don't make milk powder.

"We want to set up a stall and do some small beverage business, so we came here to buy some milk wholesale."

Song Xiaoran spoke very straightforwardly.

Li Datong immediately became interested after hearing this: "For drinks made with milk, milk powder should also be used. How did you make it? Have you brought samples?"

Song Xiaoran was a little embarrassed: "It's still being tested."

Li Datong said oh, and the smile on his face did not diminish: "It turns out that you are doing research by yourself. Young people are really amazing!"

Regardless of whether he meant what he said or not, his attitude was quite comforting.

Song Xiaoran couldn't help but look at Li Datong a few more times.

Li Datong must be fifty years old this year. His hair is not as wrinkled as his face, and his clothes are a bit shabby. He bows his head and smiles when he talks to others. Even when facing Song Xiaoran and three other young people, he is not polite.

This looks like a person who has been severely beaten by society and worked hard all his life to become a middle-level manager in a milk powder factory.

The young man who was standing with him was well-dressed and glanced over when he heard what was being said here. There was an arrogance in his eyes that was difficult to hide.

"Xiao Hu, come here." Li Datong waved to his companion, "You young people have a common topic. Let's talk more and make friends together. More friends means more paths."

The young man he called Xiao Hu glanced at Li Datong, seeming to complain that he was nosy, but he slowly moved his feet over.

"Hu Xiaohu is the son of Director Hu of our factory. Come with me to get acquainted with the business. Xiao Hu is young and energetic, and his mind is much brighter than this old guy like me."

Li Datong introduced the three of them with a smile.

Zhao Shaokang, Song Xiaoran and Wu Shuai all looked like they were suddenly enlightened.

Hu Xiaohu came over, his expression of reluctance was clear, and he chatted for a while.

Li Datong felt a little embarrassed, laughed dryly, took out a box of cigarettes, and handed them to Zhao Shaokang and Wu Shuai to ease the atmosphere.

Zhao Shaokang took a look and saw that the cigarettes were newly opened and not cheap.

A few people said a few words that were neither salty nor bland, and the people at the Qingshan Ranch reception office called Li Datong and Hu Xiaohu away.

Song Xiaoran was the only three people left at the reception desk.

Song Xiaoran fiddled with the business card in his hand and said, "Wu Shuai, is your boss the agent for this Red Star milk powder?"

Wu Shuai shook his head and said: "Our boss is an agent for big brands. I have heard of this one. It is a small factory in Nancheng, with a production line and hundreds of workers. This brand is local, and even young people nowadays don't recognize it. They all buy milk powder from big manufacturers or imported brands. I guess their lives are not easy."

Song Xiaoran and Zhao Shaokang nodded, thinking that was the case.

Milk powder has always been imported. If it is not imported, you have to buy big brands.

You can tighten your belt to live a life, but you can't be vague about your children.

Therefore, the best money to make is the money of children first, and the money of women second.

If there was a shortage of supplies in the past, it would be natural not to choose a brand when buying milk powder with tickets. However, in the past ten years, the market economy has developed rapidly, and everyone has generally become rich.

Of course, a small brand like Red Star Milk Powder has no room for survival. I believe it will either be acquired or go bankrupt before long.

Song Xiaoran stood up and stretched.

She looked out the window. Qingshan Ranch is the largest ranch around Wangjing City. It is said that there are 300 cows.

But Song Xiaoran didn't see it at all.

Because they were at the reception area at the entrance to the ranch, the area where the cows were raised and milked was still far away. Song Xiaoran looked around and saw only a few cowsheds in the distance, and she couldn't help but feel a little regretful.

More than an hour passed in the blink of an eye.

Song Xiaoran and Zhao Shaokang were okay, but Wu Shuai couldn't sit still.

"Why don't you show up? Have you forgotten us?" Wu Shuai said impatiently, "How long do we have to wait..."

Zhao Shaokang was well-informed and said without saltiness or indifference: "When we entered the office, we filled in the form of "unemployed." If we had filled in the form of "Agriculture and Animal Husbandry Bureau," we should have met the leader here in minutes."

Wu Shuai thought about it and realized that this was also the case.

Although he was tired of waiting, he couldn't leave Brother Kang and his sister-in-law here and go back alone, so he stopped talking, took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and leaned on the sofa to take a nap while smoking.

Zhao Shaokang stood up, came to Song Xiaoran, and said softly: "Xiaoran, are you tired?"

"It's okay." Song Xiaoran chatted casually, "Did you bring the medicine to Xinxin? Have you used it?"

Zhao Shaokang's eyes became gentler: "It's no use."

"Of course it's best if you don't use it. Xinxin's disease can only be strengthened with exercise to improve resistance." Song Xiaoran thought for a while and said,

"It's getting colder and colder at night. Don't let Xinxin go to the night market. If she's worried, I'll go and keep an eye on her every day."

Zhao Shaokang smiled broadly: "That's great. I can't persuade her."

Song Xiaoran was a little heartbroken for sacrificing her own time to lie down. Seeing Zhao Shaokang so happy, she couldn't help but give him an elbow, right in the ribs.

Zhao Shaokang felt a numbness in his waist, and even wanted to make some inappropriate noises, but felt that this was not the effect Song Xiaoran wanted, and then changed it to a muffled cry of pain.

Song Xiaoran nodded with satisfaction, and then calculated: "It's September now, and we can still do business at the night market for two months at most. It's freezing at night here in December. What do you think about it next?"

Zhao Shaokang also thought about this problem: "We can rent a small store and continue selling clothes."

Song Xiaoran continued to nod, she had indeed considered it.

Only to hear Zhao Shaokang change the topic: "Or, let's make a big one."

Song Xiaoran became interested: "A big one? How big will it be?"

"It's very big," Zhao Shaokang's eyes flashed. "I received news that the department store in the city center will start a contract system at the end of the year. I want to take over their entire second floor to sell clothes."

Song Xiaoran's eyes widened, a little shocked by Zhao Shaokang's ambition: "How much does it cost to build the second floor of a department store?"

Zhao Shaokang held out three fingers: "I estimate that the contract fee alone will be 30 yuan a year."

"30?" This number made Song Xiaoran a little confused for a moment.

Let's put it this way, in this era in Kyoto City next to Wangjing, the average price of a square meter of house is only 1500. The purchasing power of 30 yuan now is equivalent to 1000 million yuan in the future.

Song Xiaoran and Zhao Shaokang have saved a total of more than 3 yuan by setting up stalls these days.

This can be said to be comparable to making money at the speed of printing money, but the distance from 30 is less than one-tenth.

Not to mention that the 30 yuan is just the cost of contracting. You can't just contract. You also need to have the money to purchase goods. This also requires at least 10 yuan to fully stock the goods. It's not enough to have the goods in a place. You also need to hire someone. A few dozen people would cost another million a month.

So you may need to prepare at least 50.

This Zhao Shaokang is really brave to think about it. This is completely like an ant swallowing an elephant.

(End of this chapter)