mijobooks Chapter 79 A factory in Guangzhou? Buy it!
Chapter 79 A factory in Guangzhou? Buy it!
Chapter 79 A factory in Guangzhou? Buy it!
Mayor Chen's mind was racing.
"Mr. Wang, when are you free? Let's meet and talk."
"at any time."
"Then this afternoon. I'll have Dong Chenggang come too; he's familiar with policy matters."
"OK."
3 PM, Mayor Chen's office.
When Wang Guanxi arrived, Dong Chenggang was already there.
A stack of documents lay on the table, all compilations of preferential policies for attracting investment.
Mayor Chen personally poured Wang Guanxi a cup of tea, his eyes narrowing into slits with a smile.
"Mr. Wang, please sit down and tell me slowly. What are your specific plans for the fabric factory?"
Wang Guanxi took the teacup, took a sip, and put it down.
"Mayor Chen, this is what I think. Chongxi currently relies entirely on external procurement for its fabrics, making it vulnerable to external control."
With just one phone call from Meiwei, all my suppliers were cut off.
He paused, his tone becoming more serious.
"So I want to build my own fabric factory. From weaving to dyeing and finishing, I'll do it all myself. I don't care how big the scale is; I just want to meet Chongxi's own needs first, and then I'll consider supplying other companies."
Mayor Chen nodded: "That's the right approach. So, where will the 50 million yuan investment be mainly spent?"
"Equipment," Wang Guanxi said. "Looms, dyeing and finishing lines, testing equipment—all top-of-the-line. We've got it all right from the start, no backtracking."
Dong Chenggang flipped through the documents beside him and interjected.
"Mr. Wang, the county offers subsidies for manufacturing investments. Fixed asset investments exceeding 30 million yuan receive a subsidy of 5%, up to a maximum of 2 million yuan."
Wang Guanxi's eyes lit up: "Anything else?"
"Regarding land, industrial land will be sold at the lowest price. As for taxes, the local share of corporate income tax will be fully refunded for the first three years, and halved for the following two years."
Dong Chenggang read them aloud one by one, and Wang Guanxi listened to them one by one.
Mayor Chen added from the side, "Mr. Wang, besides the county's policies, the province also has special support funds. Your project aligns with the direction of 'addressing weaknesses in the industrial chain,' so you can apply. I'll have Director Dong keep an eye on it for you."
Wang Guanxi smiled and said, "Then thank you, Mayor Chen."
"No need to thank me." Mayor Chen waved his hand. "Your return to invest and help Jiangcheng create jobs, so we should be thanking you."
He paused, his tone becoming serious.
"Mr. Wang, let me tell you the truth. If your fabric factory can be built, it won't just benefit Chongxi; it will also boost the entire garment industry in Jiangcheng."
"I understand." Wang Guanxi nodded. "That's why I hope it will happen as soon as possible. The sooner the better."
Mayor Chen glanced at Dong Chenggang.
Dong Chenggang flipped through the calendar: "Regarding land, there's a 50-mu industrial plot in the development zone, with all the necessary permits, ready for auction at any time. If Mr. Wang wants it, I can expedite the process; we could acquire the land in as little as a month."
"A month is too slow," Wang Guanxi said. "Can you make it faster?"
Dong Chenggang thought for a moment: "What if we rent first and then buy? There's an idle factory building in the development zone. It used to be a small textile factory, but it went bankrupt. The factory building is still there, but the equipment is gone. Mr. Wang can rent it first and start production while building the new factory."
This way it won't cause any delay.
Wang Guanxi thought for a moment and nodded.
"Okay. I'll go take a look at that factory tomorrow."
Mayor Chen smiled, a very happy smile.
"Mr. Wang, you're very efficient."
He picked up his teacup and clinked it against Wang Guanxi's.
"May our fabric factory in Jiangcheng start production soon!"
"Thank you, Mayor Chen."
It was already past 5 p.m. when I left the town government.
Edison Wang sat in the back of the Cullinan, while Cecilia Cheung drove in the front.
He leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, and was still thinking about the fabric factory.
A 50 million investment creates 200 jobs.
Mayor Chen's attitude was even more enthusiastic than when he saw his own father.
We have the land, the policies, and even temporary factory buildings.
I'll go see that idle factory building that Dong Chenggang mentioned tomorrow.
We'll rent it first, and build a new factory while we're still producing.
This way it won't cause any delay.
But there is a problem.
We still need to recruit skilled workers who understand fabrics and workshop supervisors who understand production. We can only spend some money to poach them from other factories.
Wang Guanxi opened his eyes and glanced out the window.
The car is heading west of the city.
That's the direction where Su Qingyu lives.
Cecilia Cheung glanced in the rearview mirror but didn't say anything.
She's been with Wang Guanxi for so long that she's long since figured out his habits.
He would visit Su Qingyu on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, sometimes for a meal, sometimes to spend the night.
Cecilia Cheung never asked or said anything.
After all, he would ask me to accompany him on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays.
Cecilia Cheung knows her place in the world.
A man like Edison Wang could never belong to just one woman.
Forget about marriage, he might not even have a proper girlfriend.
And what about her?
Being able to stay by his side as a secretary already puts me ahead of most people.
The 300,000 yuan helped her pay off her debts, and her monthly salary was several times higher than that of the receptionist at the Jia Hua Hotel.
The house she lives in was bought for her by Wang Guanxi; it has three bedrooms and a living room, and is fully furnished.
Where can you find a boss like this?
As for who he's with, that's none of her business.
Cecilia Cheung turned her gaze back and gripped the steering wheel firmly.
The car turned into a residential parking lot; they were almost at Su Qingyu's place.
Just then, Wang Guanxi's phone rang.
He took it out and saw it was Fang Yuanshan.
"Feed?"
"Mr. Wang, I have something to report to you."
Fang Yuanshan's voice carried a hint of excitement, but also a hint of hesitation.
"explain."
"There's a fabric factory in Guangzhou. The owner wants to immigrate to Canada and is in a hurry to sell it. Equipment, employees,..."
We have all the customer resources; we can start production as soon as we take over.
Wang Guanxi's ears perked up, and he sat up straight in his chair.
Can we start production immediately after taking over?
Does it have the equipment, the staff, and the whole package?
Isn't this exactly what he needs right now?
"What size?" he asked.
"It's a medium-sized enterprise with an annual output value of about 80 million. It mainly produces cotton and linen fabrics, which are highly compatible with the needs of Chongxi."
"How much?"
Fang Yuanshan paused for a moment.
"The other party is asking for 20 percent more than the normal estimate."
Wang Guanxi remained silent.
Fang Yuanshan, thinking he was hesitating, quickly added, "Mr. Wang, I think this price is negotiable. Give me two days, and I'll try to negotiate with them again; I should be able to cut it by at least ten percent."
"There's no need to talk anymore."
Wang Guanxi interrupted him.
Fang Yuanshan was taken aback: "Huh?"
"purchase!"
"Mr. Wang, that's 20% more expensive—"
"I know," Wang Guanxi said calmly, "but I have a question for you."
"Please speak."
"Where did the skilled workers for that new factory in Jiangcheng come from?"
Fang Yuanshan was stumped by the question.
Yes, it's easy to build a new factory, but where do we find people with technical expertise?
Recruiting new employees and training them takes at least two or three months.
In that time, how much trouble could Wen Guoliang possibly cause?