novelslam Chapter 76 Not coming to the small county town? More money!
Chapter 76 Not coming to the small county town? More money!
Chapter 76 Not coming to the small county town? More money!
After Lu Mingyuan left, Wang Guanxi sat in his office and thought for ten minutes.
Even if a temporary supplier is found now, it's still only a temporary solution and not a fundamental one.
The power supply is available today, but tomorrow Wen Guoliang can cut it off with just one phone call.
There is only one way to completely solve this problem.
Take control of your own supply chain!
Wang Guanxi called Xie Baizhi in.
"Contact a headhunter in Shanghai to recruit someone for me. A supply chain director, specifically in charge of upstream procurement."
Cecilia Cheung took out her notebook to take notes.
Wang Guanxi leaned back in his chair and added, "The salary will be the highest in the industry, plus another 20%."
"Understood. Any other requests?"
"Yes. This person must have absolutely no connection with Mowell, and preferably has worked for a brand that competes with Mowell."
Cecilia Cheung nodded, turned around and left.
The headhunter was more efficient than Wang Guanxi had imagined.
The next afternoon, Cecilia Cheung walked in with three resumes.
"Mr. Wang, the headhunter recommended three people. One is the vice president of supply chain at Bestseller Fashion, one is the purchasing director at Peacebird, and the other is the supply chain manager for an independent designer brand in Hangzhou."
Wang Guanxi flipped through the resumes, pointed to the third one, and said, "This one. Tell him to come for an interview tomorrow."
"Aren't you going to look at the first two?"
"No need. Those who can work in the supply chain for independent designer brands are all self-taught; they've seen it all. That's exactly the kind of people we need."
The next morning, a man in his mid-thirties walked into the gate of Chongxi Factory.
He was tall and thin, wearing black-rimmed glasses and a dark blue polo shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows.
His name is Fang Yuanshan. He previously worked in the supply chain of a designer brand in Hangzhou for three years.
That brand grew from 50 million to 300 million in annual revenue, and the entire supply chain was built by Fang Yuanshan.
Later, the brand was acquired by capital, the founding team was purged, and Fang Yuanshan took the compensation and left.
After resting at home for two months, a headhunter contacted him.
Fang Yuanshan originally didn't want to come.
Jiangcheng?
Where?
He searched on the map and found that it was just a small county town. What decent clothing brands could it have?
But the headhunter said, "The other party is offering twice your previous salary."
Without the slightest hesitation, he immediately booked a high-speed rail ticket.
Since we're already here, let's take a look.
Anyway, we won't lose out.
But when he stood at the entrance of Chongxi Factory, his expectations were immediately dashed.
The factory building is quite large, but it's clearly an old factory that has been converted. The exterior walls have been repainted, but some places still show signs of wear and tear.
Several trucks were parked at the entrance, and workers were going in and out. They seemed quite busy, but overall it felt like a small factory in a county town.
It's on a completely different level from the modern factories he used to work in in Hangzhou.
Fang Yuanshan stood at the door, hesitating for three seconds.
Since we're already here, let's go in and take a look.
When Cecilia Cheung led him into the office, Edison Wang was looking at documents.
He looked up, stood up, and stretched out his hand.
"Mr. Fang? Welcome."
Fang Yuanshan shook hands with him and glanced around the office.
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It's not big, but it's kept quite clean.
The table was piled with documents, and a map of Jiangcheng hung on the wall.
There was a water dispenser in the corner, next to several potted green plants.
Fang Yuanshan sat down, having already prepared his speech in his mind.
Let's chat for a bit later, then I'll find an excuse to leave.
For these small factories, the supply chain is a complete mess, and no one can save them.
Wang Guanxi saw through his thoughts.
When Fang Yuanshan sat down, he leaned back slightly, crossed his hands on his knees, glanced around the office, and then stared out the window.
This is the body language of "I want to leave".
Wang Guanxi smiled but didn't speak immediately.
He started by asking three questions in a relaxed tone.
"What will you do if the fabric supplier cuts off supplies?"
"Find alternatives. If those are also blocked, then buy from the spot market. It doesn't matter if it's a bit more expensive, as long as we maintain our production capacity."
"The supplier said the machine is broken and they won't supply you with supplies."
"Machines can always be repaired eventually. I just send people to wait outside his factory, and as soon as it's fixed, I load it onto a truck and take it away. If he doesn't supply me, I'll keep waiting until he feels embarrassed."
"What if none of these three methods work?"
Fang Yuanshan adjusted his glasses and smiled.
"Then we'll do it ourselves. We'll source all the raw materials ourselves, from fabrics to accessories to zippers, and find contract manufacturers. It's troublesome, but at least we won't be at the mercy of others."
After confirming that the other party was capable, Wang Guanxi began to demonstrate his sincerity.
He took a stack of documents out of the drawer and pushed them in front of Fang Yuanshan.
"Take a look at this first."
Fang Yuanshan looked down and saw a sales data report.
He originally just wanted to flip through a couple of pages casually.
But after looking at the first page, his finger stopped.
In the first week after the launch of the Chongxi brand, 2,000 items sold out in 30 seconds.
The second batch of pre-sales, 23,000 pieces, is still increasing.
Fang Yuanshan's eyelid twitched.
He turned to the second page, which was the factory's equipment list.
German-imported sewing machines, automatic cutting machines, and fully automatic ironing threads.
These devices are even better than the ones he used in Hangzhou before.
The third page contains live data from "Transparent Factory".
The average number of online viewers is eight thousand over 24 hours.
The highest number of concurrent online users was 520,000.
Fang Yuanshan closed the file, looked up, and stared at Wang Guanxi.
His eyes changed.
The "I want to leave" expression from before was gone, replaced by a curious look that seemed to say "this is interesting."
"Is this data accurate?"
"You can have someone verify it," Wang Guanxi said, leaning back in his chair. "But I have no reason to lie to you. What good would it do me?"
Fang Yuanshan thought for a moment and nodded.
"So what's the biggest problem now?"
"Supply chain," Wang Guanxi said. "The three main suppliers of fabrics, accessories, and zippers all cut off supplies at the same time."
Someone is trying to strangle us.
Fang Yuanshan frowned slightly.
"Who?"
"Meiwei".
Fang Yuanshan fell silent.
He had worked in the clothing industry for over a decade, and he knew exactly what kind of company Meiwei was.
They're capable of anything, from exploiting consumers to driving down prices and cutting off supplies.
"Then what do you want me to do?" Fang Yuanshan asked.
"Get the supply chain sorted out," Wang Guanxi said. "You can talk to the stronger suppliers in other provinces, and I'll figure out other ways to deal with the smaller local suppliers. Your salary will be double what you were before, plus equity."
Fang Yuanshan remained silent.
He was doing the accounting.
With double the salary and stock options, he earned far more in a year than he did in Hangzhou.
But money isn't the most important thing.
Most importantly, Wang Guanxi is unlike any of the bosses he's met before.
They don't make empty promises or beat around the bush; they just jump right in with data, problems, and conditions.
Clean and efficient.
Fang Yuanshan worked for that brand in Hangzhou for three years. Every time the boss held a meeting, he would first talk about his ideals for half an hour, and then only get down to business in the last five minutes.
He's heard it so many times he's sick of it.
"There's another question," Fang Yuanshan said.
"you say."
"What kind of authority will I have after I arrive?"
Wang Guanxi looked at him and said, word by word.
"You're in charge of the supply chain. Purchases under five million can be approved directly without needing approval."
Fang Yuanshan's eyes lit up.
"Five million?"
Yes. Add more if needed.
Fang Yuanshan took a deep breath.
He worked in Hangzhou for three years, and even for a purchase of 50,000 yuan, his boss required him to write an application report and go through layers of approval. By the time the process was completed, it was too late.
These days, the bosses in this county can ask for five million without even asking for permission.
What kind of amazing boss is this?
Fang Yuanshan extended his hand.
"Mr. Wang, when can I start working here?"
Wang Guanxi shook hands with him.
"Now."