Fuck off and let me in!! ”

"Do you know who I am?! If you dare to stop me, I'm going to let you all get out! ”

Cyril shouted hysterically as he looked at the closed door and the two orc guards who had just lifted him out.

"I'm a doorman, depressed all day long, my salary is only enough for breakfast, love has nothing to do with me, I'm just a janitor, I don't know who you are." A stocky-looking orc shook his head.

Another doorman found a bag of bear biscuits out of nowhere and ate it to himself, muttering, "I'm a janitor, and I like to eat bear biscuits." ”

"I'm ......" Cyril clenched his fists, looking at the two security guards who didn't take him seriously at all, and he was so angry that he couldn't do anything.

This is Gloria's factory, and the people are also Gloria's people, and he really can't do anything about them.

"Okay, you Gloria, I can see through you, as long as I can survive this time, when I become the patriarch of the Morton family, I will definitely not let your family have a good time!!" Cyril huffed into the carriage.

"Young Master, where are you going now?" The coachman asked cautiously.

Cyril sat in the carriage and grabbed his scalp and thought for a long time, then said in a deep voice: "Go to the McMie restaurant!" ”

……

"If it were an ordinary way, rebuilding the textile system of the Morton family, my grandfather could not have done it, let alone an inexperienced man like me." Gloria smiled and shook her head, "My purpose in shutting down and selling all production-related industries such as spinning and weaving is to make the Morton family's textile industry an asset-light industry. The sales network that has been operating for decades is the most valuable part of the entire industry chain, which is why I keep the core sales team in various places. ”

"But if the production lines are closed, we have nothing to sell, and the sales network starts to be useless?" Mars asked rhetorically.

"Mr. McGonagall's mill has been in operation for some time, and I went to inspect it the other day, and the annual output is more than all the weavers in our family combined, and the quality of the cloth is better." Gloria smiled.

"Are you planning to work with Mr. McGonagall? Use our sales channels to help him sell cloth? Mars looked surprised.

He had known about Gloria's work with McGonagall for a long time, and had personally communicated with Mr. McGonagall several times, and was so impressed by his wisdom and unique business insights that he even felt that if he hadn't been delayed by cooking, he might have become an even more powerful business wizard than Hill Buffett.

Delan's ability to grow so quickly into the No. 1 women's clothing brand in the City of Chaos is definitely due to Mr. McGonagall, as a costume designer.

But did he not expect that Mr. McGonagall would enter the textile industry so quickly, and that the new factory would be able to reach the capacity of all the Moulton family's textile workshops in just a short time?

"Yes, Mr. McGonagall will deliver the best quality cloth to us at a price below the market price, and then sell it all over the world through our channels." Gloria nodded.

"What is the approximate price?" Mars asked, a little worried that Gloria, who had only taken over the textile industry for a short time, had stepped on a pit.

"Thirty percent lower than the cost price of our own workshop in the Los Empire."

"Sancheng !!" Mars's voice suddenly rose, and he stopped and looked at Gloria in disbelief, "You mean it's thirty percent lower than the cost price, not the sales price?" ”

"Yes, it's 30 percent lower than the cost price, and Mr. McGonagall also said that if we can provide them with low-priced quality cotton, this price can also give us another 10 percent." Gloria smiled and nodded.

"So you keep all the farms that grow cotton, and you give them money to buy the land, and you ask them to grow the best quality cotton." Mars looked at Gloria with a look of amazement, "I didn't expect that you and Mr. McGonagall have reached such an important cooperation, if we can get high-quality cloth and cotton yarn at such a low price, then we can gain a great competitive advantage in the world market with price." ”

Gloria nodded and said, "Mr. McGonagall has given such preferential treatment, but also made a request, I will work with him to fund the establishment of a cloth brand, and share the brand and profits." ”

"That's not too much to ask." Mars nodded, with such a low price, it would not be difficult for McGonagall to develop the market by herself, but it would take some time.

He chose to cooperate with Gloria, and gave such sincerity, jointly set up a brand, and jointly hold capital, and the cooperation will become closer.

"After all the stores of several of our brands are cleared and closed, we can start to do the distribution of new brands, this time we will not engage in the opening tide of thousands of stores, open large stores, dump at low prices, reduce labor costs at the same time, and increase sales." Gloria smiled, "Mr. McGonagall said that as long as we can keep up with our sales, his production can be doubled at any time. ”

"Mr. McGonagall is truly a man of God." Mars was more than amazed, the Molton family had been studying for decades without being able to reduce costs and increase production, and it was as simple as playing for McGonagall.

"Mr. McGonagall and I agreed on the first delivery at the beginning of next month, before we needed to get a lump together a sum of money and make sure our sales team was ready for the new brand." Gloria looked at Mars, "Can we turn the textile industry into a profit in three months?" ”

……

"Mr. McGonagall, please, help me......"

McGonagall opened the door and looked at Cyril bowing down with a pleading face, a little confused.

That's not right, this second young master of the Moulton family, who has always had his nostrils facing the sky, doesn't look at people squarely, and scolded him three times and twice at the annual meeting of the Chamber of Commerce, which tendon is twitching today?

"Did I recognize the wrong person?" McGonagall asked, tentatively.

"No, no, I'm Cyril, the Cyril you know." Cyril hurriedly shook his head, looked at McGonagall with a sad face, and said, "Mr. McGonagall, I'm here to ask for your help today. ”

"Do you think I might be able to help you?" McGonagall asked, rolling her eyes.

"Forehead ......"

Cyril, who had been brewing for a long time and was ready to talk, suddenly choked and glared at McGonagall.

How can anyone talk like this, and this doesn't let people speak?!

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