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Chapter 66 Solid Medicated Oil

Song Youan is also very knowledgeable about OEM brands, the most famous of which is Nan Mouren.

"Boss Song, do you want to make solid or liquid medicated oil?" Zhang Beiwang asked.

Song Youan had thought all this through last night and already had an idea in mind: "I want to make a solid product with plastic packaging, or metal if you prefer. The design will resemble the clam oil from the 80s and 90s. Director Zhang should understand what I mean, right?"

Zhang Beiwang slapped his thigh upon hearing this: "We've done it before. There's a cooling oil on the market called Tiger Head that our factory makes. It's about the size of a one-yuan coin, just like clam oil."

As he spoke, Zhang Beiwang got up and walked to the filing cabinet to search through the documents. He found the relevant documents in no time, which also had pictures on them.

"Mr. Song, is this the one you're looking for?"

Song You'an looked closely and realized it was basically the same as what she had thought.

With its simple appearance and low cost, it's fine for her to sell it cheaper in Dazhao.

Based on the system's exchange rate, she is definitely going to make a profit.

"How does the comparison between solid and liquid work?" Song Youan asked.

She had never actually used a solid one, but if it were to be promoted in Dazhao, the solid one would definitely have an advantage.

It's portable and easy to use.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Beiwang said, "Whether the effect is good or not depends on the proportion of the main ingredients, and has little to do with the product form."

Song Youan nodded in understanding.

Seeing this, Zhang Beiwang knew that the young girl seemed to have a plan, so he asked, "How many does Boss Song want?"

Looking at Zhang Beiwang, Song Youan still felt somewhat resentful about his reputation rating.

But the other party seemed very professional, and their ability rating was also quite high.

"If I order 50,000 units or more, what price can Director Zhang offer me?" Song Youan asked.

Fifty thousand is not a very large order for a large factory like this.

The cost of medicated oil is very low, and the cost of solid medicated oil is even lower. The market price of solid medicated oil is only three to five yuan, so the ex-factory price can be basically controlled within one yuan.

"This is just the first batch. If our cooperation goes smoothly, all future orders will be yours," Song Youan added.

This sentence was crucial, directly lowering the price Zhang Beiwang blurted out.

He changed his tone and reduced the seven cents to six cents: "For our first collaboration, I'd like to show my sincerity to Boss Song with these six cents each, about the size of a one-yuan coin, but they come in plastic packaging."

"If it's made of metal, it'll cost an extra ten cents. If it's made of glass or ceramic, the price will double."

After thinking for a moment, Song Youan said, "I want the metal packaging, six cents."

"Mr. Song, this... I've already given you the lowest price."

Song Youan continued, "I know, but don't you guys print on the outer packaging when you make OEM products? Mine doesn't need printing, nude color is fine."

Zhang Beiwang was startled upon hearing this and blurted out, "Boss Song, you sell counterfeit products?"

The outer packaging is completely bare; only counterfeit or substandard products would be like that.

Song Youan chuckled lightly: "How could that be? I'm in the export business. These medicated oils are exported overseas and then handed over to overseas companies for unified printing and packaging. I can't say more about the rest; it's a trade secret."

Zhang Beiwang nodded with some doubt, but then he thought that as long as the ingredients of his product were fine, it was fine. He was just an OEM manufacturer, not a brand.

"Okay, in that case, six cents is fine."

Draft the contract, sign the contract, and pay the deposit.

Song Youan finally decided to cooperate with Zhang Beiwang. It was only a few tens of thousands of yuan; she just wanted to test whether the system's passing grade was reliable.

If she encounters someone giving her a similar rating again, she'll have a better idea of ​​what to expect. "Is that all?"

Back in the car, Yan Fei asked.

Song Youan nodded.

Yan Fei was still immersed in the business negotiations when he thought for a moment and asked, "The cost of each is six cents, so 50,000 would only be 30,000 yuan. That's not a big deal, is it?"

“Of course,” Song Youan said, twisting her stiff neck. “But these kinds of contract manufacturers accept all kinds of orders. After all, the production lines are running every day, so they can produce them directly without much trouble.”

"Besides, I am clearly their long-term customer. The initial 50,000 orders were just a trial, and there will be further cooperation in the future."

Yan Fei nodded silently, thinking to himself: He had always wondered how Song Youan made his money, and it turns out he was doing export business, reselling medicated oil to foreign companies.

How much Tiger Balm would you have to sell to afford a top-of-the-line Mercedes?

Yan Fei's mind was a little foggy.

After the deal was settled, Song Youan asked Yan Fei to take her to the shopping mall in town.

She prepared gifts for her family when she came back this time, but she felt it wasn't enough and wanted to buy some other things.

My uncle's family lives in a villa area on the west side of the town. Although the housing prices in Ninghua Town cannot compare with those in Jinghai City, they are not cheap either. After all, its proximity to Jinghai is its unique advantage.

This villa wasn't bought by my uncle; it was bought by my aunt for my maternal grandparents.

Because my aunt was doing business and building her career in Jinghai, the responsibility of taking care of the elderly fell entirely on my uncle and aunt.

My aunt could only provide financial assistance, so she bought this villa for them to live in.

Grandpa Jiang was teasing his birds in the courtyard of his villa when he saw a small truck slowly pull up at the gate.

Several young men in work clothes jumped off the truck. After someone checked the address on the form to confirm it was correct, they called for others to start unloading the truck.

"Hey? Young man, you must have delivered to the wrong place. We didn't buy anything."

The old man rushed forward to stop them, only to see that several quick-moving people had already joined forces to carry down a large three-door refrigerator.

"Grandpa, it can't be wrong, it's number 751 in Green Field Town!"

"Oh? It really is. Who bought it?"

Just as the old man was wondering what was going on, Yan Fei arrived late in his Mercedes and slowly parked in a parking space not far away.

Song Youan couldn't wait to open the car door and get out, excitedly calling out from afar, "Grandpa!"

Grandpa Jiang was taken aback when he heard this. He turned his head and looked. Although his eyesight was a little blurry, he still recognized his granddaughter immediately.

"Oh, Yuan, my granddaughter is back!"

As she spoke, she nimbly stepped forward and rushed over to hug the old man, saying, "Grandpa, I've come back to see you!"

"Good to be back. Why didn't you give me a heads-up?"

"It was a last-minute decision. I just happened to be in town to take care of some things." Song Youan let go of the old man and looked him over. Seeing that he was in good spirits and hadn't changed much since she came back a few months ago, she felt much more at ease.

The commotion outside also alerted the old lady and her aunt.

My aunt came out wearing an apron and holding a spatula, clearly cooking.

"What's going on? Who bought these things?"

The old lady stepped out of the courtyard and immediately spotted Song You'an. She clapped her hands excitedly, "Oh my, You'an's back!"

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