Chapter 188 Opportunity
In the next few days, Xu Qiang's new home and the factory's laboratory were being renovated and arranged. Xu Qiang, who had nothing to do for the time being, began to step up his work in the peat field.

In recent days, Xu Qiang's dye business can be described as making a fortune.

Almost every two days, Erhu would go to Fuzhou to deliver a batch of goods, ten kilograms of indigo powder, and bring back 1500 yuan in cash. So in just one week, Xu Qiang earned more than yuan, and the cash in his hands had reached yuan!

You know, when Xu Qiang first started the fertilizer business, he worked so hard in the first month, but in the end he only made five or six thousand yuan, and all of this money was used to purchase various equipment.

But nowadays, making dyes in one week can earn the same profit as producing fertilizers in two months in the past. Such a huge difference surprised Xu Qiang.

From this we can see that choice is always more important than effort.

At the same time, it is also thanks to Xu Qiang's unique vision and his ruthless and accurate approach to expanding business that we have today's situation.

However, considering that he currently does not have a legal license to operate and sell dyes, Xu Qiang is not planning to purchase new equipment to expand production for the time being and will continue to supply Fuzhou at the current production speed.

After all, in this day and age, stability is a must. Once there are too many machines, it is easy to attract attention, and it may be like the previous fertilizer business, attracting so many people to enter this industry. In addition, the accumulation of cash is also very important. This can ensure that once there is any disturbance, Xu Qiang can withdraw in time and rely on strong cash flow to make a comeback at any time!
That day, Xu Qiang went to work as usual, but not long after he arrived at the scrap warehouse, Zhao Decai came running over and said that someone called him and hung up for the time being. He said he would call him again at ten o'clock and asked Xu Qiang to wait in advance.

The cost of long-distance calls was quite high these days, 800 yuan per minute within 8 kilometers, 800 yuan per minute between 1500 and 40 kilometers, and 1500 yuan per minute over 65 kilometers. In other words, a one-minute call might cost a worker a month's salary.

Moreover, there are not many places where you can make long-distance calls. Except for some large state-owned enterprises that have dedicated switching lines connected to the Post and Telecommunications Building, other units or individuals can only go to the Post and Telecommunications Building to queue up, wait for a long time, and may not be able to get through.

As a large third-line enterprise, Shengli Machinery Factory naturally had dedicated telephone lines and a dedicated telephone room in the factory. Even in wartime, it could use encrypted carrier telephones to maintain communication with superiors.

The first person Xu Qiang thought of was Erhu, because he was the only one who had just gone to Fuzhou yesterday. Then, Xu Qiang immediately went to the factory's communication room and waited for the other party's call.

"Jingle Bell!"

Hearing the phone ringing, Xu Qiang immediately picked up the phone.

"Is this Comrade Xu Qiang?" A man's voice came from the other end of the phone.

"I'm Xu Qiang. May I ask who you are?" Xu Qiang was stunned when he heard that the other party's voice was not Erhu.

"I'm Xu Ming, the head of the supply and marketing department of Fuzhou Textile Factory. The indigo dye you sent last time passed the test, so we want to order a batch of products. I wonder if you have any stock..."

"Ah, it's Section Chief Xu..." Xu Qiang suddenly realized what was going on when he heard that.

Before, Erhu had told Xu Qiang about his trip to Fufang to sell dyes. The dyes passed the inspection, but they failed to reach an agreement on the price. So when Erhu left, he left a phone number for the head of their supply and marketing department. Xu Qiang already knew everything about this matter.

This time when the other party called, it was obvious that he wanted to buy it.

"…We don't have any stock here at the moment. All the products we produced before have been sold out."

Xu Qiang actually wanted to sell dyes to Fufang. After all, the other party was a large factory. Once a cooperative relationship was established, the demand would be huge in the future, so even if the price was a little lower, he could still make a small profit but quick turnover.

But the current situation is that Xu Qiang's indigo powder production is limited, and the dyes produced previously have all been sold to local garment factories in Fuzhou.

However, these local garment factories in Fuzhou are all small workshops, and the daily demand is not large, so they are also stockpiling goods now.

Therefore, if Xu Qiang wants to keep his indigo powder business going for a long time, he still needs to cooperate with large textile factories like theirs.

"All sold?" The voice on the other end of the phone was obviously disappointed.

"If your factory is willing to wait, we can work overtime to produce more." Xu Qiang obviously didn't want to give up this customer. He continued, "How many kilograms does your factory plan to order, and what is the additional quotation?"

"Our factory would like to order 120 kilograms first. As for the price, let's set it at yuan per kilogram, which is also the domestic market price..." said Xu Ming on the other end of the phone.

"The price is a little low, but it's acceptable. However, our factory can only produce five kilograms of this dye every day now. We may not be able to produce so much dye in a short period of time." Xu Qiang said with a frown.

When Xu Ming reported that they needed 800 kilograms of dye, Xu Qiang was really surprised.

You know, according to his offer, 800 kilograms of dye costs 120 yuan per kilogram, so the total amount will reach a staggering yuan, nearly yuan!
What does 212 yuan mean these days? You can buy the most luxurious Shanghai sedan, two jeeps, or three Jiefang trucks!

These things can be considered the most expensive items these days. If you buy other food, they are calculated by tons!

However, although this order sounds like a huge amount, it is not enough with the production capacity of Xu Qiang Peat Farm.

Nowadays, the peat field can produce about 5 kilograms of indigo powder every day. It takes 800 days to produce 160 kilograms, which is nearly half a year!

But the other party definitely has a delivery time, so it is impossible for Xu Qiang to complete the production of so many dyes in a short period of time.

Although he was a little unwilling, he had no choice but to do so. "Your factory can only produce 5 kilograms of indigo powder a day?" Sure enough, Xu Ming on the other side was a little disappointed.

"We are just a small workshop with limited staff and equipment. The production process of this dye is also very complicated. We can only produce so much per day." Xu Qiang pondered for a moment and then said, "If you are willing to extend the delivery time and pay a deposit, I can purchase more equipment and manpower to increase daily production..."

"You work at Shengli Machinery Factory, right? I plan to visit your factory in the next two days so we can talk face to face." said Xu Ming on the other end of the phone.

"Welcome, you can come anytime, I'll be waiting for you." Xu Qiang said.

"That's settled then." Xu Ming said and hung up the phone.

After Xu Qiang hung up the phone, he immediately fell into a brief contemplation.

To be honest, Xu Qiang really wanted to get this order.

But the current situation is that the conditions do not allow it. If we buy equipment now, it may take about ten days to transport it here, and it also needs to be installed and debugged. It feels a bit too late.

However, since the other party wanted to come and discuss in person, it meant that Fufang must be in urgent need of this dye. As long as the other party was willing to give him more time, Xu Qiang could take the order.

In short, everything had to wait until Xu Ming arrived before the subsequent negotiations could continue. Whether the negotiations could be concluded in the end would depend on luck...

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At the same time, after arriving at work, the factory manager Liu Biao began his routine factory inspection.

He basically goes around each workshop every day, asks the person in charge about some work matters, and then returns to his office around ten o'clock.

Years of hard work have left Liu Biao's temples with gray hair, but he is always in good spirits. He seems to be walking briskly when he patrols the factory every day. Even young people sometimes cannot keep up with his pace.

Speaking of which, Liu Biao was also an athlete when he was young. He has always been good at long-distance running. He wanted to be a physical education teacher, but was eventually assigned to a factory in Shanghai. From an ordinary worker, he gradually rose to the position of a leading cadre.

"Xiao Wang, has today's newspaper arrived?"

When Liu Biao returned to his office and saw his secretary Wang Bo making tea for him, he asked casually.

"It's here. You were not here just now, so I left it with you. I'll bring it to you right away." Secretary Wang Bo replied with a smile.

"Yeah." Liu Biao nodded when he heard that.

Afterwards, Wang Bo put the tea on Liu Biao's desk and turned around to get the newspaper.

Seeing Wang Bo leave, Liu Biao took out a cigarette, lit it, and started smoking.

Suddenly, a very strong pain came from the abdomen, and the cigarette in Liu Biao's hand slipped instantly!
"Well……"

Even a tough man like Liu Biao couldn't help but let out a slight cry of pain.

The next moment, beads of sweat as big as soybeans slid down from the top of his head and fell to the ground.

Almost subconsciously, Liu Biao reached out for the teacup lid on the table, placed it below his chest, and then pushed it hard against the desk!

"Kakaka!"

The desk was pushed forward a little, and Liu Biao lay directly on the table to prevent it from sliding further.

The strong squeezing feeling seemed to reduce the pain in Liu Biao's chest, but by this time, his lips had turned pale.

After a while, feeling the severe pain begin to subside, Liu Biao finally propped himself up from the table.

"Dangdang!"

Liu Biao's left hand accidentally touched the teacup on the table. With a crisp sound, the enamel teacup fell to the ground and the steaming tea spilled all over the floor.

"Director, what's going on?"

Secretary Wang Bo, who heard the sound, immediately ran over from the next room. After seeing the teacup on the ground, he asked with concern.

"It's okay..." Liu Biao had already sat back in his chair, wiping the sweat off his head with his hand. His eyes were still bright, and he smiled and said to Wang Bo, "Xiao Wang, I accidentally knocked over the teacup just now. Pour me another cup of hot water, no tea leaves..."

(End of this chapter)