The tycoon's wicked wife from the era of literature has been reborn.

Gao Qinghe refused when her parents offered to spend 500 yuan to buy her a temporary job at the flour mill.

Because she knew that now was the time to join the flour mill.

There is no difference between him and the emperor who entered the country in 1949.

Xiang Nanfei said bitterly, "The factory is not doing well this year and has reduced two production lines. I probably won't be able to continue my transportation work."

Gao Qinghe gestured to Fang Xiaolei to put the things in the car first, and then drive the car over.

After everyone left, he took a bite of his melted yogurt shaved ice and asked curiously, "So what are you doing now?"

Xiang Nanfei sighed, "Sigh~, what else can I do but stay home every day and wait for my workplace to notify me?"

The transportation position is different from other positions; it is only used when needed.

When there's nothing to do, I just sit in the break room provided by the factory and wait to be called by my superiors.

The lounge is empty now, because no one has come to call me all day, so I've just gone home and stayed in bed.

Moreover, the drivers' pay is closely related to the delivery orders; the more trips they make, the more they earn, and the fewer trips they make, the less they earn.

Right now, I only have a guaranteed minimum wage of fifteen yuan.

"The relationships within the factory are complicated. Although we don't need as many transport drivers anymore, it doesn't mean they'll be fired directly."

Xiang Nanfei said worriedly, "The leaders said they would make arrangements, but nobody knows how or when they will be made."

"If you don't want to work here, just leave. The factory won't force you to stay. If you want to stay, you'll get fifteen yuan a month. Take it or leave it!"

After saying that, Xiang Nanfei noticed Gao Qinghe looking at him with amusement, and blushed, "Is this funny?"

"You're hilarious," Gao Qinghe thought to herself.

Of course, she couldn't say what was on her mind.

Clearing her throat twice to suppress her laughter, Gao Qinghe asked Xiang Nanfei how much he had spent on this transportation post.

Upon hearing this, Xiang Nanfei's face fell even more, and he slumped onto the table, looking like he was about to cry.

"It cost about four thousand yuan in total, four thousand yuan!" he said through gritted teeth.

If there hadn't been other guests around, he would have shouted out and asked the heavens why they were treating him this way.

Gao Qinghe couldn't help but laugh out loud, "You're so pitiful."

Xiang Nanfei: "Can't you have a little compassion?"

He liked her so much, and she actually laughed at him.

Gao Qinghe stirred the shaved ice in her cup with a spoon to speed up the melting process; she loved that runny texture.

Take a mouthful of melting shaved ice, enjoy its coolness, and then slowly swallow it, feeling refreshed all over.

"Can you use the factory's vehicles?" she suddenly asked.

Xiang Nanfei was still feeling down after being laughed at, and a little stunned, he answered:

"The factory doesn't need that many vehicles right now. If there are any available, just tell the supervisor and you can drive them out. However, the factory strictly prohibits unauthorized hauling of goods to earn extra money."

"If discovered, immediate dismissal!"

He added at the end, "But the transportation manager is my brother-in-law."

In other words, as long as you're careful, it's still possible to open a back door.

Xiang Nanfei finally snapped out of his gloom and asked somewhat excitedly:
Why are you asking me this? What do you want to do?

Making him sit in the office now is as uncomfortable as being in prison. It would be nice if he could go out for a drive.

Gao Qinghe smiled mysteriously and asked him in return, "Do you know the way?"

"It depends on where you want to go. If it's within our province, I can handle it easily. If it's outside the province, with a map and a mouth, it shouldn't be a big problem," Xiang Nanfei said confidently.

Gao Qinghe waved, signaling him to come closer.

Xiang Nanfei swallowed hard, glanced at her face which was even fuller and more beautiful than before, and blushed as he leaned closer.

A fragrant breeze wafted by, and her unhurried voice reached my ears.

At first, Xiang Nanfei didn't hear what she said at all. He pinched his thigh hard before he could understand what she was saying.

"You want me to go to Shanghai to transport sanitary napkins for you?" Xiang Nanfei wondered if he had misheard.

Going to Shanghai to transport sanitary napkins sounds really strange.

Gao Qinghe: "I'm serious. Besides the fuel and unexpected repair costs, I'll give you an extra two thousand yuan for each trip." "What?" Xiang Nanfei stood up excitedly. "How much are you giving me?"

Gao Qinghe made a peace sign.

Xiang Nanfei looked around and saw people staring at him curiously. He quickly sat down again, took a deep breath, and gestured for Gao Qinghe to elaborate.

This story begins four months ago.

Gao Qinghe had previously asked Pei Li to send sanitary napkins from Shanghai. The two latest butterfly-wing sanitary napkins received unanimous praise from the women around her.

Unfortunately, the price is too high, and everyone said that they would not dare to use it unless it was a gift from a friend.

Gao Qinghe thought that since she was idle anyway, why not try to lower the price?

Moreover, there is still a large gap in the domestic market for women's products, so she might as well give it a try.

He then asked Pei Li to keep an eye out for relevant information.

A few days before Lunar New Year's Eve, Gao Qinghe's account received 320 million yuan.

This is the total amount of money Pei Li earned from the stock market after deducting her personal management fees, after trading stocks for more than half a year.

Excluding the initial investment of 800,000, the net profit was 2.4 million.

Pei Li suggested keeping 200 million yuan to continue investing in the stock market this year.

The remaining 120 million can be used to purchase fixed assets or invest in other projects.

There happened to be a new development in Shanghai that started pre-sales, so Gao Qinghe asked Pei Li to order six units for her.

With the remaining 50, they are currently looking for projects.

Jieling Daily Chemical Company announced that it is preparing to seek cooperation in the country.

I don't know how Pei Li did it, but just a few days ago, she spent three months and successfully acquired the exclusive distribution rights for feminine hygiene products from Jieling Daily Chemical Company in Southwest China for 400,000 yuan.

The term is five years. After five years, the contract will be void, but the right of first refusal will still apply.

Having the qualification to distribute products gives you the right to negotiate prices.

Sanitary napkins that used to cost nearly 30 cents each now only cost 10 cents.

Gao Qinghe plans to price each pack of ten at two yuan on the market and at one yuan and eighty cents at the wholesale price.

If the distribution volume is large in various regions, the price can be negotiated.

The system had done the math for her: as long as the market could be expanded, with the distribution volume across the three provinces in the entire southwest region, and the price for secondary agents controlled at 1.4 yuan, it would be a sure thing to make a profit.

The domestic sanitary napkin market has great development potential, but Jieling is a foreign company and does not have much understanding of the local situation.

Perhaps it was because he didn't want to take too much risk that Pei Li was able to take advantage of the situation.

Of course, this is also because Gao Qinghe has the advantage of foresight.

Pei Li had anticipated the difficulty of expanding into the market, and found it quite challenging, so she didn't particularly recommend it.

But Gao Qinghe was an experienced person and knew that the Jieling brand had a huge influence in later generations, almost monopolizing the domestic daily chemical products market.

With such a powerful parent company backing it up, and given that both the quality and price are excellent, it's practically free money.

Besides, Gao Qinghe didn't intend to make any money; she just wanted to lower the price of sanitary napkins so that the women around her could have a better menstrual experience.

As long as it doesn't lose money, it can continue operating.

The goods worth 100,000 yuan are currently stuck at the Shanghai port, just waiting to be shipped over.

Even if the 500,000 yuan went down the drain, Gao Qinghe wouldn't feel anything.

When you have a lot of money, it really just becomes a number.

Why not use it to do something?

In their past life, Gao Qinghe and her husband actively participated in various charitable projects.

One reason is to build a good reputation and establish a positive public image.

Secondly, they have so much money that they could never spend it all in dozens of lifetimes, and they have no descendants to inherit it, so it would be more meaningful to spend it on supporting the country's poverty alleviation efforts.

Finally, and this is what the couple likes the most.

Seeing the heartfelt gratitude in the eyes of those being helped can bring immense vanity and a sense of accomplishment.

There's no way around it; these nouveau riche's pursuits are just that simple and unpretentious. (End of Chapter)