On this day, Wang Qiang chatted with a few friends in the small bookstore and saw his uncle Chen Haipeng parking the motorcycle outside the door. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Chen Haipeng entered the door and looked around, and saw his nephew sitting behind a desk looking at him, and there were still many people reading books in the whole room.

"Qiang Qiang, is this your bookstore?" Chen Haipeng walked up to Wang Qiang and said.

"Yes, it's okay, right?" Wang Qiang said, stood up and gave up a seat for his uncle, and sat down in another chair by himself.

Liu Xiaolong and a few friends saw that Wang Qiang had something to talk about, so they all got up and went to Liu Xiaolong's house from the back door, and there were still a few people reading books in the bookstore.

"Yes, it's just that I see a lot of people reading books in your bookstore, and you don't charge money for reading, right?" asked Chen Haipeng.

"It's not necessary, as long as it's not borrowed, just look at it here," Wang Qiang said.

"Why don't you look at money here, it's also an income," Chen Haipeng said.

"What you can read here is either choosing a book, or if you really don't have any money, and a book is so thick, unless you are a genius, you can't read much every day. In addition, people who read books here can increase the popularity of the bookstore, and secondly, they will go out to promote good books for us when they see them. Wang Qiang explained.

"Profiteer, full profiteer, I am as pure as a white rabbit compared to you" Chen Haipeng scolded with a smile.

Hearing his uncle describe himself as a little white rabbit, Wang Qiang slapped the table and laughed.

"Uncle, you're so funny, you're still a little white rabbit"

The people around him who were reading saw Wang Qiang smiling so happily, they all turned their heads to look over, Chen Haipeng was also a little embarrassed to be looked at by so many people, and said slightly annoyed: "Okay, what's so funny, I have something to do with you today."

Seeing that Chen Haipeng was about to talk about serious matters, Wang Qiang also put away his smile, "What's the matter, it's the matter of the Agricultural Machinery Factory?"

"You know!" Chen Haipeng said in surprise.

"My dad and my mom talked about it the other day," Wang explained.

"Oh, then you should have a more mature idea, right?" Chen Haipeng said uncertainly.

"There are some ideas, but I don't know if it's suitable or not, uncle, you can tell me your opinion on this matter first," Wang Qiang said.

"If you want me to say that it is impossible according to your father's idea, it was said at that time that Wang Bangguo was in charge of production and we were in charge of finance, and now he has just taken over and changed his hexagram, and people will definitely not agree. Now Wang Bangguo is in charge of production, he relies on those employees, how can he do things to make employees strengthen their work, he will not change the status quo of the agricultural machinery factory until he sees tangible benefits," Chen Haipeng said.

"Is it possible to improve the sales performance of the factory and find ways to promote production?" Wang Qiang said.

"The salesmen are also old fritters from the company's past, I think it's a bit unlikely that they will be engaged in sales with their hearts, right?" Chen Haipeng said uncertainly.

"The current sales staff is definitely not good, uncle, you see if we can recruit some sales personnel by ourselves, run a sales company, and the agricultural machinery factory has no affiliation, belongs to another independent company, that is, to solve the sales problem of the agricultural machinery factory, but also to solve the sales problem of all township enterprises in Fuliu County, when the sales of agricultural machinery products are strong, the production will not improve efficiency, even if my father raises objections, Wang Bangguo will not say anything," Wang Qiang said.

"What is the benefit of doing this, we can't do things that harm ourselves and others," Chen said.

"That can't, in fact, the production cost of these township enterprises is not very high, there is a lot of profit margin, in addition to a small part of the production of things quality is not up to standard, most of the enterprise only understands production does not know sales, resulting in a backlog of factory products, resulting in a tight capital chain, if we choose those quality products to sell, not only can deal with a large number of products, help enterprises to collect money, but also have a lot of profits to earn" Wang Qiang patiently explained.

Chen Haipeng felt that his nephew Wang Qiang's idea was not very good at first, but then he felt that he had made a great difference, and stood up excitedly and said: "If you say that, there must be a lot of profits to be made, maybe you can revitalize a lot of our township enterprises in Fuliu County, and maybe the county leaders will thank us at that time."

"That's a must," Wang Qiang said happily when he looked at his uncle's excited appearance.

"Then you see where is the right place for our company?" Chen Haipeng asked.

"Since we are doing sales, it must be a professional sales and trading company, the company is best to open in Anxi, which is the provincial capital, and is the transportation hub of the five northwest provinces, to know the latest news of the country at any time, sales is to serve customers, so the news must be obtained in a timely manner," Wang Qiang said.

"Okay, I know how to tell your father, after he is decided, let's discuss the specific operation details" Chen Haipeng stood up and said.

After speaking, he strode out of the small bookstore, and the motorcycle was not taken care of, and he walked to the opposite side of the road and entered the gate of the agricultural machinery factory, which should have gone to find his father and mother.

Wang Qiang sat on the chair and thought about the conversation between him and his uncle Chen Haipeng just now, and felt that there was no problem, so he continued to look down and read the book, the idea had already been told to his uncle, and whether to adopt it or not depended on the result of the discussion between his uncle and his father.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, until he smelled the fragrance of Liu Xiaolong's food, Wang Qiang's stomach also began to rebel, and he woke up Wang Qiang who was still immersed in the sea of books.

"Xiaolong, look at the bookstore, I'll go back to eat too," Wang Qiang got up and said.

"What to eat when you go back, my mother's cooking will be ready soon, let's eat here," Liu Xiaolong said.

"No need, my mother should be about to make dinner, I ate dinner at your house, there must be dinner left at home, I will definitely be scolded when I go back, you eat, I will go back" After speaking, he left the small library without waiting for Liu Xiaolong to stay again.

Compared with the warmth inside the small bookstore, the weather outside seemed extremely cold, Wang Qiang tightened his collar, crossed the road, and walked into the gate of the agricultural machinery factory.

When I got home, my uncle Chen Haipeng was still chatting with my father Wang Wenhu, and my mother was cooking outside.

"Qiangqiang is back, is it okay to put my car on the other side?" asked Chen Haipeng, nodding slightly after asking.

Seeing his uncle nodding, Wang Qiang knew that his father agreed to the plan of setting up a sales company.

"When I came, it was fine, but it was going to get dark soon, so it was better to move early," Wang Qiang said.

"Haipeng, you used to ride the car over, now that the agricultural machinery factory is on holiday, ride the car directly in, my meal here is about to be ready, put the car and come over to eat." Qiangqiang, go down and help your uncle open the door of the factory," Chen Shuying said.