In 1992, a small village owner became the richest man in the village by owning a car.

Chapter 599 I'll just quietly watch you boast.

Yang, the accountant, and a few others in the crowd exchanged glances but made no real move to get up.

Especially the Korean style. After thinking it over, she sighed and walked over to Liu Liguo, secretly tugging at his sleeve: "Brother-in-law, let's chat for a bit."

Everyone in the grain depot knew about Han Guofeng's kinship with Liu Liguo, so when he was called out, no one reacted.

Liu Liguo himself was a little impatient, but he still followed the Korean style and went outside to the eaves.

“Brother-in-law, Yu Dawei is family to us. If he finds out that you’ve been interfering time and time again, it won’t look good.” Han Guofeng spoke softly, not daring to let the people around him hear.

Everyone believes in keeping family scandals private, and he was genuinely afraid that Liu Liguo would later get into a fight with Yu Dawei.

"Hmph! Family? Has he ever treated us like family? When we went back to Laotun and begged him for help, what was his face like?" Liu Liguo curled his lip, his eyes full of gloom: "Yu Dawei wronged us first, so we don't need to be polite to him."

Seeing that Han Guofeng was about to say something, Liu Liguo directly interrupted him: "Alright, you don't need to worry about this. Yu Dawei, that son of a bitch, treats us so badly, I'm going to get my revenge today."

After Liu Liguo finished speaking, he turned around and went back into his office. Then, he gathered some people in the grain depot and led his brothers out of the grain depot, heading straight for the place where Yu Da had set up a stall for them.

Meanwhile, Yu Dawei and his two companions were drinking tea and chatting about the changes in China over the past decade.

Now that Duan Dahai's flour mill business is thriving and profits are increasing, he has the idea of ​​expanding into more distant markets.

However, he did not choose the agent model like Boss Liang and Yu Dawei. He didn't like it, and at least for now, he couldn't get used to having his products sold directly by a regional manager.

He was afraid that if the regional manager didn't sell diligently or damaged their factory's brand, it would be a net loss.

Duan Dahai still holds the same old idea: to explore the market himself, opening stores wherever he can. Anyway, the factory has no burdens now, and everything is fine, so he doesn't expect to make a lot of money.

The role of garbage collector and the gloom that followed have long since vanished with the busyness of these past few years.

This includes his wife and his son, Duan Xiaowu.

“Brother Duan, market expansion has a significant impact, so we need to be cautious.” Yu Dawei held his teacup with both hands, his eyes thoughtful. “Right now, I personally think that as long as we do two things well, we don’t need to worry too much about the rest.”

"Go on," Duan Dahai listened attentively. Over the years, Yu Dawei's advice to him always seemed ordinary at first glance, but later it was always closely linked to the times. He felt that this kid was sometimes like a prophet.

He made him make noodles, he asked Director Yu to come back, and there were many, many more examples...

“In the next few years, you should keep a close eye on the Daohuaxiang rice variety, visit the Academy of Agricultural Sciences often, and make sure to sign an exclusive license.” Yu Dawei smiled confidently at Duan Dahai, “As long as you get the exclusive license for this variety, your factory will definitely have a place in China in the future.”

"Sigh, although I've been keeping an eye on it, it still feels a bit like a dream every time I hear you say this. Is that fragrant rice variety really that good?" Duan Dahai asked, puzzled.

"Of course, once Daohuaxiang rice is launched, people in both the north and the south will be able to eat good rice more and more often. We don't need to set the price too high. We can just focus on volume and build the brand. We can definitely eat it for a lifetime," Yu Dawei said confidently.

"And then there's the matter of market expansion." Yu Dawei stroked his chin with his right hand, clicked his tongue twice, and then spoke again: "I think instead of continuing to develop in the north, we should directly focus our market in the south."

"The South? Transportation in the South is a big problem." Boss Liang interjected. Although he had never been to the southernmost part of China, he knew very well that the further south you go, the more mountains and valleys there are, and transportation would definitely be a headache.

To expand into the southern market, Mr. Liang believes that unless the land of China becomes truly interconnected and the prices of various transport vehicles and automobiles reach the expectations of ordinary people, simply having roads won't be enough to support the vehicles.

Who else can make a fortune like Yu Dawei by refurbishing used cars and simultaneously maintaining their own fleet of vehicles?

“Transportation is a problem, but we can first determine the anchor point and then expand outwards,” Yu Dawei reminded Duan Dahai.

Duan Dahai's eyes lit up upon hearing this. He thought of a southern city that Yu Dawei had mentioned to him before: "Is it Shenzhen? That's a good idea."

Firstly, Yu Dawei now sources his goods from Shenzhen, driving all the way north. So he usually goes there empty-handed. Occasionally, he helps his friends in Shenzhen carry goods, but not many times.

If you want to transport your rice and flour from Northeast China to Shenzhen in the south, and you don't have to leave empty, Shenzhen is undoubtedly a good choice.

Secondly, Dawei also told him just how bad the rice in Shenzhen was. Duan Dahai didn't know how bad it was, but through the description, he could sense that the rice produced in his area, even if it wasn't Daohuaxiang rice, definitely had an inherent advantage.

The crops grown on the black soil are only harvested once a year, so it would be strange if they didn't taste good.

"However, there's another problem. If I use Shenzhen as an anchor point, I'm afraid I won't know where I'm going since I'm unfamiliar with the place," Duan Dahai said, expressing his concern.

“Don’t worry about that. A few years ago I met a grain and oil distributor in Shenzhen. When we have time, let’s go to Shenzhen together and I’ll introduce you.” Yu Dawei saw Duan Dahai’s concerns and reassured him again: “Don’t worry, Brother Duan, let’s see who it is first, and we’ll see if it works out later.”

"If all else fails, we can promote it ourselves over there. There's no need to depend on anyone else."

Duan Dahai nodded silently upon hearing this. What he feared most was people with poor character who didn't do business with integrity. He had seen plenty of unscrupulous merchants over the years.

"Actually, it would be a good thing if we could really get our Northeast rice to the South, so that our brothers in the South could also taste our super fragrant Northeast rice."

As Boss Liang was leaning back in his small chair, reminiscing, a group of people suddenly emerged from the grain depot in the distance. The one in the lead had a large head, wore a black leather jacket, and walked with an outward-pointing gait, exuding arrogance.

Yu Dawei and Duan Dahai both turned around to look. Duan Dahai was alright, but Yu Dawei's gaze changed when it fell on Liu Liguo, who was in the lead. He really didn't expect that his brother-in-law would come to him to cause trouble time and time again. Judging from the other party's aggressive manner, he was definitely not there to negotiate.

"It seems Old Yang is determined to stick with us. He's a grain depot director, yet he has no sense of propriety. No wonder the grain depot is going to fail." Boss Liang stood up with Yu Dawei, crossed his arms, and couldn't help but make a sarcastic remark.

"Old Yang shouldn't be that confused. Maybe he really is here to negotiate." Although Duan Dahai had some conflicts with Yang Jianjun, he was objective and not personal. He believed that Old Yang was not a bad person and had good judgment.

Therefore, Duan Dahai didn't quite believe that these people came to cause trouble.

"Yu Dawei, Duan Dahai, and Liang Hongwei, right? Director Yang said, don't push your luck." Liu Liguo looked down at him with his head held high, a cigarette dangling from his lips, exuding arrogance and domineering manner.

He pointed to the workers behind him with his thumb: "The brothers have worked at the grain depot for so many years. Neither I nor Lao Yang can let the brothers suffer any injustice. Everyone has to be given a minimum of two thousand yuan a month, even our gatekeeper Lao Zhang!"

"Even if there's a year-end holiday, we can't be careless. These days, the Spring Festival holiday is from New Year's Eve to the Lantern Festival, which is half a month. For us, it should be a month."

As Liu Liguo spoke, he glanced at the three of them. Yu Dawei and Duan Dahai were alright, but the fat man next to him, Liang, looked increasingly unpleasant.

He ignored that and continued with his arrogant attitude, saying firmly, "Anyway, these are the conditions. Fine, my brothers and I welcome you to go in and have a detailed chat with Lao Yang. If not, then forget it."

"Anyway, when the town leaders blame you, it'll be your problem. Who told you capitalists to be so stingy?" Liu Liguo had heard Old Yang mention this before. The town leaders were all concerned about it, and they even came in person this morning.

In short, Liu Liguo is determined to fight for his rights. With these brothers supporting him, Yu Dawei will have to make sure he gets things done no matter what!
"I said you..." Boss Liang was about to swear when Yu Dawei reached out and grabbed him.

"Since you've already said everything, I'd like to hear what other conditions you can come up with?" Seeing Liu Liguo's expression, Yu Dawei's anger subsided instantly. Why bother arguing with a fool?

After he finished speaking, he leisurely sat back down in his chair, crossed his legs, and sipped his tea from his teacup.

“Yes! What I just mentioned is the minimum guarantee. Of course, you also need to consider the management of our grain depot.” Liu Liguo became more and more excited as he spoke, and even unceremoniously stepped forward and sat down next to Yu Dawei and the other two, taking over the place where Qian Yin had been sitting.

He looked at the three men with an arrogant expression and continued, "We managers have both experience and seniority, so no matter which of your companies we go to, we must be assigned to our supervisory roles."

"Don't worry about the work. As for management, they've all been in positions of at least ten years. Whoever comes into our hands will be a top-notch person."

"As for salary, a supervisor's salary certainly can't be at least two thousand, it should be at least three thousand plus a month, after all, it's management level, that's reasonable, right?"

Boss Liang, sitting to the side, couldn't help but burst out laughing. This guy must be making a wish here. A monthly salary of three thousand or more? He should take a look in the mirror and see who he is. What makes him so special!
"Hey, Lao Duan, I remember that Director Yu's salary was over three thousand a month, right?" In Boss Liang's memory, it seemed that only Director Yu in the flour mill earned more than three thousand yuan a month.

After all, he was the deputy factory director, so more than three thousand was reasonable. Moreover, Director Yu was different from other workers; he would receive a bonus at the end of the year.

"Yes, Director Yu earns 3,500 yuan, and there are three deputy managers in the factory, all earning 3,000 yuan." Duan Dahai answered truthfully. Each production line in his flour mill had a manager similar to a supervisor.

Director Yu is essentially the overall commander of the factory, and he consults with these few people on all matters.

Upon hearing this, Boss Liang glanced at Liu Liguo with disdain. He knew about Lao Duan's managers; one of them had worked his way up from the bottom, and the other two had been interviewed after graduating from university. After several years of training, they were all quite capable.

These people are all capable and competent. What makes you, a mere junior manager at a grain depot, so special?

funny!

"Dawei, who in your factory earns over 3,000 yuan a month?" Boss Liang, not satisfied with his mockery, continued to inquire about Yu Dawei's side.

"I have quite a few here. Fu Zi got one, Shunli got one, Huang Man got one... Anyway, the management team basically all get three thousand yuan plus year-end bonuses," Yu Dawei replied casually.

In reality, whether it's in the factory or the parts and repair shops in various cities, including management, the monthly salary is just a basic guarantee. To earn more, you still have to look at the year-end bonus.

Commissions, or profit sharing, are mainly based on individual performance and benefits, and are not given out randomly without any basis.

However, the people at the nearby grain depot, including Liu Liguo, were unaware of the intricacies involved. When they heard about the monthly salary of three thousand, their eyes widened in surprise.

He just randomly asked for a higher number, and he never expected that he would actually get a monthly salary of three thousand yuan!

He was truly envious! Utterly envious!
If Yu Dawei wanted him now, he'd resign from the grain depot right the next second! Whoever wants to stay here with this fixed salary can stay! He, for one, doesn't want to do it anymore!
They're rich, incredibly rich!
"I estimate I have a little more than you two." As Boss Liang leaned back in his chair, he glanced at Liu Liguo beside him. "Before, I had more than fifty people under me, divided into ten groups. More than twenty of them earned three thousand a month, and ten earned more than five thousand. Two of them even reached the threshold of earning over ten thousand a month last year."

Boss Liang crossed his arms and spoke in such a calm tone, but to the grain depot workers, it was like a thunderclap!
Suddenly, everyone's breathing became heavy, and they couldn't wait to join Boss Liang's team!

Earning over 10,000 a month! Earning over 10,000 a month!

Yu Dawei silently sipped his tea, not exposing him, and just quietly watched Lao Liang show off in front of them.

It's not that everything he said was false, it's just that earning over 10,000 yuan a month is really too difficult, and it's good if you can do it once a year.

Moreover, Lao Liang's face-to-face sales model involves receiving payment after a sale. The so-called monthly income of over 10,000 yuan may be the sum of several months' earnings. It is not surprising that it suddenly exceeds 10,000 or even 20,000 yuan.

The profit margin on high-end car parts is still quite large.

(End of this chapter)