The transformation of the "Xiao Rou Food Factory" has been remarkable in the past couple of months. With nearly two million in investments, it is bound to undergo significant changes.
With the increase in workers, Dong Xiaorou has separated the factory and dormitory areas. The male and female dormitories are located on the east and west sides, respectively, but they are not far apart. The dormitory environment is quite pleasant, offering bunk beds, double rooms, and various levels of accommodations.
In the evening, Li Zhi stayed behind because there were many workers in the processing plant whom he had not met before. It was a good opportunity to build relationships.
After work, at the village's food stall, Li Zhi treated everyone to seafood, beer, and fish balls.
Uncle Liu, the owner and master chef of the food stall at the village entrance, also knew Li Zhi. They had crossed paths when Li Zhi and Dong Xiaorou used to set up a food stall at the beach. No one had expected Li Zhi's processing plant to develop so rapidly.
"Hey boss, can I discuss something with you?"
After the food and drinks were served, and when Li Zhi was almost finished eating, Uncle Liu approached him.
"Feel free to speak, Uncle Liu." "If it's something I can do, I will definitely help," Li Zhi said with a smile.
Uncle Liu smiled and said, "You and that girl from the Dong family used to run a snack stall at the village beach." Even though you stopped coming, many customers still want to buy your fish balls. "Since you no longer make them, could you let me take over?"
Li Zhi smiled and replied, "So, Uncle Liu, you want to purchase fish meatballs from the factory and process them yourself?"
"Yes, that's what I mean," Uncle Liu nodded. He had inquired at the factory and found out that without Li Zhi, no one dared to sell them.
Li Zhi thought for a moment and said, "Fish meatballs can be used not only as snacks but also as a side dish." I can sell them to you, but only for personal consumption and for use in your own food stall, like yours. "Can you guarantee this, Uncle Liu?"
"Of course!" Uncle Liu nodded eagerly.
Li Zhi smiled and said, "When you go back, talk to Heizi." Now, Dong Xiaorou and Heizi are in charge of the factory.
Mentioning Dong Xiaorou was intended to boost her visibility, as her reputation in the village was not very favorable.
These were minor matters. As Li Zhi mentioned, the processing plant was located in the village, and 80% of the workers were locals. It wouldn't be right to prevent them from purchasing fish balls for their own consumption. It would be too heartless!
As for how to sell them, he didn't care. If anyone wanted to purchase them, they could speak with Dong Xiaorou. She could decide the price, and Li Zhi would fully support her.
The weather was getting warmer, and enjoying seafood and beer by the sea was delightful, but one should not be too proud. Eating seafood with beer could lead to gout.
There was a dormitory in the factory specifically for Dong Xiaorou, which Li Zhi shamelessly "borrowed" to spend the night in her bed, savoring the faint fragrance.
The next morning, Li Zhi thought he had woken up early, but when he came out of Dong Xiaorou's dormitory, Heizi and the workers were already unloading goods. With the expansion of the factory, the demand for fresh fish had increased significantly, so everyone had to wake up early.
"Heizi!" Li Zhi called out.
Heizi ran over and asked, "Boss, what's up?"
Li Zhi observed the workers unloading and inquired, "Do we have sufficient manpower in the factory?"
"We do!" Heizi nodded.
Turning back to Heizi, Li Zhi smiled and asked, "What if we go into full production?"
"Full production?" Heizi scratched his bald head and said, "If we go full throttle, the current manpower in the factory is a bit tight." If we go full throttle, our cold storage will not be sufficient. "It will be full in less than three days."
Once the production was completed, Li Zhi would have a way to turn it into money. With the money, he could expand the factory, build more cold storage, or even set up a large-scale cold storage facility. That wouldn't be a problem.
"Happy Fish Balls" currently cannot meet the demand for such a large supply. Li Zhi could sell to the 67th Interstellar Trade Union, even if there were transaction fees and a lower purchase price. At least there would be profit. Whether it was a lot or a little, it was still profit. In such matters, Li Zhi wouldn't be petty.
"I'll figure this out." Just focus on production. "If there are any problems, call Sister Dong," Li Zhi said with a smile. He only needed to give instructions; there was no need for the boss to personally handle everything.
The bigger the boss, the more leisurely the life. Li Zhi was striving in that direction with all his might.
Li Zhi returned to the city in the morning with the fish ball delivery truck. Along the way, he received three text messages on his phone.
The first message was from "Interstellar Express," informing him that the order was on its way.
Li Zhi had never heard of the "Interstellar Express" before, but he assumed it was related to the Interstellar Trade Union.
The second message was a bank transfer notification, indicating that a sum of word-sub,000,000 had been deposited into his account.
Upon seeing the total amount, Li Zhi was reminded of the final payment for the mysterious order.
The third message confirmed Li Zhi's speculation. The 67th Interstellar Trade Union congratulated him on completing an order and inquired about the payment of the special transaction fee.
The transaction fee was not deducted immediately, which showed some consideration. Li Zhi inquired about it, and the 67th Interstellar Trade Union replied that the transaction fee could be paid within a month. If it wasn't paid on time, it would be deducted forcibly.
With money in hand, Li Zhi didn't hesitate and transferred the transaction fee immediately.
Good credit could enhance a member's influence within the Interstellar Trade Union. Although Li Zhi didn't know the significance of this "voice," he understood that raising it would be more beneficial than lowering it. Who wouldn't want to do business or be friends with someone who has "good credit"? Even he, let alone the Interstellar Trade Union with its large scale, would pay attention to this.
When it came to major issues, Li Zhi could think very clearly.
Calculating the cost, he had spent $9,000,000 on one hundred cans of fish balls. The transaction fee was 12.5%, amounting to $6,250,000. The total revenue was word-ins,000,000, and the profit was approximately He also had to consider the price of a "micro-jump gate," which was in USD. So, from this order, Li Zhi had only made a profit of over
"Making over 8,000,000 pf-word suggestions in two days is quite profitable," Li Zhi muttered to himself. Making over $8,000,000 in two days was much faster than robbing a bank.
Li Zhi also remembered Zhu Ge Meili, the girl who had located a source of goods within just a day and a half. If there were more opportunities to make money like this in the future, he thought he could involve her. Of course, that would only be possible if she became "one of us" in the future.
As for how to define "one of us," that would depend on individual perspectives and wisdom.
After some thought, Li Zhi called Zhu Ge Meili on his phone.
"Why are you calling so early in the morning?" Her voice was filled with impatience.
Li Zhi was taken aback and frowned. "Although the transaction is complete, I still have your ID." Isn't there a risk of burning bridges after crossing the river?
Zhu Ge Meili remained silent for a while before her voice came through again. "It's you." "Calling so early in the morning, isn't it impolite?"
Damn!
He tried to reason with her, but she kept talking about politeness.
Li Zhi's temper flared. "Politeness?" Hurry up and come over to see me. "You've made money, but I haven't enjoyed it yet!"
Zhu Ge Meili was wide awake now. She sat up in her cartoon pajamas, her eyes rolling, showing little fear on her face. Instead, she said coquettishly, "You're thinking about this so early in the morning." "Aren't you afraid of overdoing it and not being able to perform in the future?"
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