boyutpedia Chapter 53 Lin Yuanshan, the Money-Giving Child
Chapter 53 Lin Yuanshan, the Money-Giving Child
Used beer jets from Huanghe Plastics?
This kid actually managed to buy obsolete machines from Li Yicheng's factory!
Everyone who accepted the cigarette looked surprised.
Several of them were also owners of plastic workshops or related industries.
They exchanged glances secretly, and in almost a second, they reached a consensus on how to get information out of Lin Yuanshan.
Stab it!
The match is being struck.
A middle-aged man in a gray shirt smiled and stepped forward to light Lin Yuanshan's cigarette.
Lin Yuanshan said he would do it himself, but in his actions, he was half-hearted, biting a cigarette as he leaned over and lit it.
The middle-aged man lit a cigarette with a half-burnt matchstick and raised an eyebrow at the other two people next to him.
Immediately, he grinned at Lin Yuanshan and said, "Boss Lin, you've got some skills!"
Less than three days after taking over Afa's factory, they bought this imported machine from Yellow River Plastics.
Mr. Wang, congratulations! Your goods are selling like hotcakes, and your customers are coming in droves.
Upon seeing Wang Cai start a group, everyone else present, whether sincerely or not, began to speak well of him.
Lin Yuanshan chuckled, feigning a smug and frivolous expression: "Brother Cai, you flatter me. We haven't even finished producing the goods, how can we possibly have any to sell? As for customers..."
Drawing out his words, Lin Yuanshan changed the subject amidst everyone's eager anticipation: "By the way, I'm new here."
Dear experienced folks, where can I buy large quantities of waste wood from rubber flower production?
Upon hearing this, everyone present turned their gaze to Wang Cai, Lin Qiang, and Chen Bing.
Because all three of their businesses are related to the plastics industry.
Lin Yuanshan had clear eyes, giving him the appearance of someone who was naive, rich, and lacked social experience.
He shook hands with the three men while saying nice things.
In fact, Lin Yuanshan had secretly reviewed the information about the three people that he had gathered over the past few days from his visits to the back alleys.
Wearing a gray shirt, Wang Cai, a 42-year-old man from Shunde, is a short and stout man. He is the owner of Caiji Plastics and his business scope includes the sale of plastics and waste materials.
Lin Qiang, 35 years old, from Haiyang, is lean and broad-shouldered with a crew cut.
The Lin family runs a family workshop called "Qiangji Plastic Flower Factory," and is the most powerful of the three.
According to neighbors, the original Fa Kee was forced out of business by this family and was then bought by Limping Rong at a low price.
The last one, Chen Bing, had gray hair and was nearly fifty years old. His fingers were covered in grease, but he was still wearing a long-sleeved shirt and dressed like a respectable person.
This man is from Xiguan, Guangdong. He runs a shop called Bingji Mold Shop and also does a business of recycling defective plastic products.
After Lin Yuanshan shook hands with each of the three people,
Wang Cai, who had just spoken, chimed in again: "A Yuan, didn't you just buy a batch of scrap from Heshun?"
That night, I was squatting at the door eating when I saw Limpy Rong leading a group of laborers, carrying fabric across the street. "What? Isn't that enough?"
Lin Qiang and Chen Bing smiled and echoed each other, secretly observing Lin Yuanshan's facial expression.
Lin Yuanshan rolled up his sleeves, took a sip of cigarette, and said, "The three of you are all seniors in the plastics industry. There's no need for me, a junior, to show off my skills in front of an expert."
To be honest, I have a road in Southeast Asia where you can eat a lot of substandard plastic flowers!
Don't be fooled by the fact that I only have two beer machines right now.
In fact, I will continue to expand the scale in the future!
You can blame that good-for-nothing Li Rong for his incompetence; we gave him money to buy a factory, and he ended up buying this dump!
If he had bought a bigger factory back then, and Uncle Xu had set up three beer machines today, I would have bought them all in one go, damn it!
Good guy!
Such a boastful tone?
This kid, could he be a junior member of some wealthy overseas Chinese family in Southeast Asia...?
Not only Wang Cai and his two companions, but everyone else present who was listening to Lin Yuanshan's boasting was also taken aback by his words.
Wang Cai glanced at the two people beside him—"Stop me always trying to find out about this landlord's foolish son."
You two should at least lend a hand, right?
Lin Qiang coughed lightly, grinning to reveal a set of smoked teeth: "A-Yuan, Uncle Xu is...?"
"Uncle Xu? You mean Xu Neng, the factory manager of the Shixiawei branch of Yellow River Plastics?" Lin Yuanshan looked at Lin Qiang in surprise, "Brother Qiang, you also make plastic flowers, you don't even know Uncle Xu?"
"I know him, I definitely know him!" Lin Qiang refused to back down.
After emphasizing this, he continued, "By the way, how much did Factory Manager Xu ask for this beer machine?"
"2300." Lin Yuanshan waved his hand impatiently: "This place is too small. The 40-ton machine won't fit. We'll make do with this one for a couple of days."
2300 yuan.
What a cheap price!
Lin Qiang swallowed hard, his face clearly showing envy.
Since Li Yicheng became the top figure in the plastic flower industry, anyone who can buy second-hand machines from Huanghe Plastics is considered to have the strength and background to make a living in this industry.
Take Lin Qiang, for example; he is also from Chaozhou.
However, Qiangji was established around the same time as Yellow River Plastics.
The two companies used to be competitors in the same industry. Even though Huanghe Plastics' current branch factory has far surpassed Qiangji, Lin Qiang still can't buy machines from Xu Neng.
No matter how magnanimous Li Yicheng is, he will not let his former business rivals get away with it.
Seeing Lin Qiang's gloomy expression, he lowered his head and smoked silently.
Wang Cai was secretly anxious. What the hell are you asking about the machine?
The key is which route this kid takes in Southeast Asia! That route is the crucial point!
Fortunately, at the crucial moment, Chen Bing, who had been silent until now, spoke up: "Young Master Yuan, you just said that you have connections in Southeast Asia and can get large quantities of substandard plastic flowers?"
"Yes, eat as much as you can!" Lin Yuanshan waved his hand, exuding an air of importance.
Chen Bing pressed further: "Besides mold processing, I also do plastic recycling part-time."
I have 3 tons of waste material on hand, but it's not all plastic flower waste; it also contains a small amount of waste from other plastic products. Do you want it?
"Yes! I said, we'll eat as much as you can!" Lin Yuanshan nodded vigorously and shouted into the factory, "Lame Rong, Lame Rong! Get out here right now! We're talking business!"
"Coming, coming!" Limping Rong responded and ran over.
Before he could even stand still, Lin Yuanshan shouted, "Uncle Bing said he has 3 tons of plastic waste to give us!"
However, his batch was not all made of recycled plastic flower waste; it also contained other materials.
We charge 75 yuan per ton for the 20 tons from Hesheng.
"For this batch, you estimate how much we should pay."
After saying this, Lin Yuanshan glared at Arong.
Ah Rong's expression froze. "Goods from Heshun?"
Wasn't it the lowest market price, then halved, and sold for 25 yuan per ton?
Why has the price of Yuan Shao been raised to a high of 75 yuan per ton again?
Recalling the glare Lin Yuanshan had given him, Limping Rong understood: this boss was about to swindle him again.
Holding up a six, Ah Rong said seriously, "There are miscellaneous materials, which require hiring people to sort, which is very troublesome. There are far fewer of them. I think 60 yuan per ton is appropriate."
Upon hearing this quote, Wang Cai and his two companions displayed rather strange expressions. 60 yuan per ton for miscellaneous materials—that was a very high price.
The next second, Lin Yuanshan shook his head decisively: "Damn it, are you out of your mind?"
Uncle Bing knew I was short of materials, and he was the first to help me, a junior. How dare you ask for 60 yuan?
65 yuan! Miscellaneous materials are 65 yuan per ton, and waste rubber flowers are 75 yuan per ton!
Next, the factory plans to expand. What if we run out of scrap material and the machines are idle? Hmph, I'm warning you, watch out for that leg that isn't lame!