Chapter 2 Seven Treasures Soda

Qing Qin chose an old-fashioned beverage factory called Qibao.

The first round of start-up capital is only 2 million. The most suitable choice to pursue huge profits is entertainment or finance.

Needless to say in finance, one plus leverage, a master trader, is enough to leverage tens of millions of yuan.

In terms of entertainment, two million is enough to make a low-cost game or online drama. The world has strict copyright laws and people have a strong sense of it. As long as the works produced are popular, they will inevitably make huge profits.

Of course, if the two are compensated, it will be lost.

Qing Qin knew that he was a lucky cat when he was a child, plus the destiny in the world in the book, if he chose these two, he would probably win the first round of No. .

At that time, if you work hard and work hard to make money, even if you don't get involved in new energy, you will be troubled by the plot master. In the end, all the cheap male protagonists are the peerless king.

Oh, he doesn't do it.

Qing Qin decisively chose industry.

As we all know, in the industry, the investment is high, the return is small, and the ability to resist risks is higher. Now is 2009, which one in all walks of life did not abandon the entity and go to the financial real estate?

Qing Qin naturally did the opposite.

The rent for a larger beverage factory is estimated to be one million a month, plus the cost of workers, water, electricity, and raw materials, it is almost hundreds of thousands.

The last bit of money is to make a packaging design that is ugly to the eyes.

ok, if I don’t close down before settlement, I will lose!

At the entrance of Qibao Soda Water Factory, a banner hangs up, saying "Welcome leaders to come and inspect."

The three of them shivered in the early spring sunset with shy brows and drooping eyes.

The one standing in front was dressed in a suit and leather shoes, looking like a dog, and the other two wore work clothes.

Seeing a row of sports cars appearing at the end of the village road, the yawning man at the front woke up: "Applause, applaud, hurry up, the big money is coming!"

The black sports car stopped surrounded by four cars, the door of the middle car was opened upwards, and the butler stepped out, imposingly.

"Qing..." The man changed his words as soon as he opened his mouth, admitting the wrong person, and the master was still behind, "Hello, hello!"

The housekeeper didn't look at him, turned around, bent down, and helped Qing Qin get out of the car: "This is the Qibao soda factory. At its peak, Qibao sales branches were blooming everywhere, and now this rented factory is left."

"Yes, yes." The man nodded desperately, observing the too young new boss and the pretentious assistant sister Hua behind him.

The so-called respecting Luoshang first and then respecting people, seeing the price of Qingqin's suit, his attitude is lower: "We built the factory in the old kingdom era, and we can be called the first domestic carbonated drink, which can be drunk all over the country. To that sip of soda."

Qing Qin put on his sunglasses, most of his face was hidden under the black lenses, and his temperament was even more alienated and indifferent, meaning he stretched out his hand: "I'm sorry, who are you?"

"I'm the vice president of Qibao, Li Jianye." The bald man in his fifties remembered that he didn't introduce himself. He felt annoyed, and was stunned by this young man with money and light. He only dared to hold his fingertips and politely Shaking three times.

Qingqin is indifferent to the company's past glory.

First of all, there is no Pepsi and Coca-Cola in this world. The carbonated beverages are mainly juice-flavored sodas, which are general in taste and not mainstream. The eastern cultural circle is dominated by tea, the western cultural circle is dominated by coffee, and carbonated beverages only account for a small share.

Secondly, most carbonated beverage factories have a wide variety of products, exquisite and beautiful packaging, and huge investment in advertising promotion, far better than the stubborn Qibao.

The small cake and fierce competition successfully made Qibao soda the tears of the times.

Tears of the times are good, it completely meets his needs to lose the game and run away with 10 million.

He looked at the factory area, which is located on the edge of the city. There is only one village road going in and out. There are three factories, an office building, and a small canteen, covering an area of ​​more than 2,000 square meters.

Qing Qin estimated a month's rent, his eyes gradually burning, like a dragon guarding treasure: "How many production lines?"

"In the past few years, the factory has failed, and it moved out of the industrial park. There are only three production lines left in the early years, and now only one is still in operation." Mr. Li hurried to him and felt Mr. Qing's emotional change through the sunglasses. With an idea, "you come with me."

He turned around again and scolded the two temporary workers at Mu Leng Leng: "Don't hurry up and keep up."

A white jade-like hand stopped in front of him, stopping his abuse: "Mr. Li, polite."

Qing Qin looked at the two workers: "Then trouble the two of you to demonstrate for me."

These two are also old workers, and they are used to being yelled at, and they were a little flattered for a while. They nodded and bowed repeatedly, and stammered: "Okay...

"It seems that Mr. Qing's plan is on the right track. I'll take my leave first, and I can find the slender sisters for the next thing." The housekeeper watched for a while with satisfaction and said.

Qing Qin kept his face paralyzed and sang in his heart: Send you away, thousands of miles away~

"Please also remember the crocodile pool." The butler smiled and bowed before leaving the petrochemical Qing Qin.

Qibao soda uses an automated production line, and the four-meter-high, 700-square-meter factory has just dropped a line.

One by one, plastic bottles were swirled and filled with a five-to-one drink made of water and concentrate, then pressed into carbon dioxide and divided into boxes.

"This is the latest production line invested in in 2004, with an output of 1,000 to 1,500 bottles per hour. There are also auxiliary facilities, such as personnel disinfection facilities, cleaning workshops, laboratories, etc. It was also the most advanced batch in China at that time." Across the glass door, Mr. Li introduced.

Qing Qin looked at the skilled operation of the worker: "How much is the worker's salary?"

"They were originally old workers. After the factory collapsed, everyone dispersed. These two also didn't find jobs. They came here to be temporary workers. The payday is seventy."

Qing Qin nodded: "Sign a contract with them, the monthly salary is 3,000, and the five insurances and one housing fund will be arranged. In addition, you don't need to work three shifts, just nine hours in the morning and five or eight hours in the evening."

Meng Yao lowered his head to record.

But the loss of the machine is huge. Mr. Li was a little suspicious, but he focused on recruiting workers, with a happy face: "There are also inspectors, cleaning and disinfection..."

"For the trick, the salary is based on the highest market price." Qing Qin walked to the end of the production line and waved his hand, "Talk to my assistant for details."

There is already a box of beverages packaged here. Qing Qin glanced at the graceful bottle body and the red packaging, which was printed with a relatively trendy name, "Seven Steam".

You have to change the packaging, the fonts should be larger, the fonts should be thicker, the colors should be more, and the colors should be brighter.

He unscrewed the lid, and there was a dark-brown liquid like cola, gurgling bubbling, and it didn't taste like industrial saccharin, with a mint-like irritation.

However, it doesn't taste good.

These three words are enough.

Qing Qin showed a relieved smile and said, "Very good."

Mr. Li nodded quickly: "Actually, the improved formula is now used."

"What about the formula before the improvement?"

"The formula before the improvement is in Mr. Qi's hands." Mr. Li wiped his sweat, "In 2005, Mr. Qi was gone, and the formula was stolen once. After going around to find it, he left it there. In the hands of President Qi, President Qi found someone to improve it, and it is the current formula."

Qing Qin nodded inexplicably, thinking in his heart, after the reform, it just doesn't taste good, isn't it better before the reform?

He turned to Meng Yu and said, "Help me find Mr. Qi, I want the old formula in his hand."

"Ah? But people's tastes have changed now, what about the old recipe a hundred years ago..." President Li was suddenly anxious.

Qing Qin thought that there were still two inspectors around him, and explained: "You don't understand this. Now that there are so many flavors of beverages, what is the one that has the highest market share? Instant-drinking tea. Why is there so much? Thousands of years of tradition! We have a hundred-year-old recipe why not use it?”

Mr. Li suddenly realized, slapped his thigh and gave a thumbs up: "It's what Mr. Qing said! Accurate grasp of the market!"

No, you are right. For tea, you can pursue classicism, sell a thousand-year-old traditional feeling, and do it with soda that is completely a modern beverage. Isn't it courting death?

While saying sorry in her heart, Qing Qin continued to think along this line of thought: "Since it is going to be retro, what was the earliest packaging of Qibao soda?"

"It was hand-made at first..." Mr. Li hesitated, "but there is still an abandoned production line from the glass bottle era 20 years ago."

He said, pointing to the historical display on the factory wall.

It was a soda in a colorless glass beer cap, with the word Qiqi in the seal body.

The other one was the most fashionable can at that time, with a black bottom and bright yellow characters occupying the entire field of vision.

Perfectly in line with Qing Qin's aesthetic goals.

It's a pity that a lot of packaging design was saved.

Qing Qin made a decision: "Then go to that production line now."

"However, the cost of glass bottles is 70 cents higher than that of PET, and the production line still needs to be used, and it is tens of thousands. That production line is only semi-automated, and it has to employ another twenty workers. At around 500 bottles per hour," Mr. Li was originally in charge of production, and he pointed out three shortcomings at once. "In addition, the monthly rent of the factory is 500,000 yuan, and it is difficult for us to make a return."

Qing Qin looked at this unremarkable middle-aged man. He was so familiar with the production line, and he still held his post when the factory closed down. I am afraid he has a lot of affection for this brand.

Therefore, this kind of person must be a huge stumbling block in his great cause of losing money. Even if there is no reason to dismiss the person immediately, he must be obedient.

"Do as I say, now I'm the boss." Qing Qin took off his sunglasses and said condescendingly.

Seeing President Li's reluctance, Qing Qin stretched out a hand back, and Meng Yao silently handed over a letter of appointment for the vice-president with an annual salary of 300,000 yuan.

"Money has never been a problem for me," Qing Qin handed the letter of appointment to Mr. Li, "I know you have feelings for Qibao. But you must know that Qibao can't keep up with the old ways. You can only die and then live."

President Li took the letter of appointment, his lips wriggled, and there were faint tears in his eyes.

Looking at the 300,000 above, and then looking at the high-spirited new boss, he was determined to tie himself to this chariot: "Okay, but there is one more thing I haven't said..."

Before the second half of the sentence could be said, there was a commotion outside, mixed with all kinds of obscene abuse.

"What's going on?" When Qing Qin walked out, he saw a dozen or so hooligans holding red paint, pouring bucket after bucket of red paint onto the outer wall.

The good factory was painted in a mess by them, and it looked like a murder scene in a horror movie.

"This is a private factory, what are you doing! I'm going to call the police!" Meng Yao stepped on high-heeled shoes, his feet were fast, and he was the first to stop them.

"Yo, old man Li also packed a beautiful chick!"

A sentence was spoken, and immediately caused countless wretched laughter.

"In the future, remember to invite more than ten security guards to patrol and make a good grid around." Qing Qin instructed Meng Yu, while unbuttoning his suit jacket, rolling up his shirt sleeves above his elbows, and moving his wrists to step forward.

"What kind of skill is it to bully a woman? Our brothers and I made some gestures." Qing Qin stopped in front of them.

"This little white face is too self-sufficient."

"Your grandfather, my arms are thicker than your thighs."

Several people saw that he was well-dressed, and he didn't want to get into trouble in the end.

"There's a lot of nonsense." After Qing Qin passed by, he was full of anger, and immediately snatched the steel pipe from one person's hand.

Within three minutes, he knocked over a piece with smooth movements, and then swept again.

The gangsters were swept into the open-air sewage treatment tank by him like dumplings, and thumped in the waist-deep water, seemingly trying to drown themselves.

Qingqin looked back and said, "What are you doing, scooping people out and asking what they are doing?"

The few people who were startled by his hand hurriedly fetched people, and asked questions.

"Mr. Qing has a unique skill, but there is no description in the documentation." Meng Yu recalled the employer's profile he had seen before, and couldn't help but sigh.

Qing Qin remembered the original body's resume and touched his nose: "Maybe I am born with supernatural powers."

The slender sisters just smiled, not knowing how much they believed.

These gangsters were frightened. They originally just listened to people to do things to earn some extra money. How could they know that they encountered a ruthless character, and they shivered and cried, so they told the story again.

"They were found by the 'Bunfen' Beverage Factory, which just came out recently. They handed in a lawyer's letter not long ago, wanting to take back the trademark rights." Mr. Li said in a low voice, "During this time, every day hooligans come to sabotage, just That's why."

Qing Qin's expression froze slightly, I was wrong, I should have asked clearly. Where is this little bastard who is here to destroy, it is a through train on the road to bankruptcy, my savior!

Come on, come on, even if you do damage, all the losses will be counted on my account.