My Realistic Simulation Game

Chapter 97: Unlimited Potential (Bonus Chapter for "Consumer Knowledge")
Fang Minghai's palms, gripping the steering wheel, were instantly soaked with cold sweat, and his fingertips were icy cold.

He stared intently at Qin Yuan's calm and expressionless face in the rearview mirror.

The words on the radio, such as "nine ruthless bandits were killed on the spot," "a large number of firearms and ammunition were seized," and "the leader, Jia Dai, was killed," struck his heart like heavy hammer blows.

Just came from Erenhot?

This seemingly casual sentence contained a wealth of information that sent chills down his spine!

The broadcast said they had busted a gang of ruthless killers, and everyone in them was armed!

With this commotion, who are they trying to rob?

He could hardly help but connect this shocking case with the young man in front of him, who was unharmed and even looked a little tired from his journey!
Those thugs were dead, but Qin Yuan was still alive and sitting in his car.

Beside him, there was a young man as thin as a bamboo pole with bandages wrapped around his head, and a Russian man was with him.

Has this combination just come from the bloody border?
Fang Minghai considered himself to be quite shrewd and calculating after years of navigating the business world in Hong Kong and mainland China, but at this moment, the turmoil in his heart almost overwhelmed him.

Every time he met Qin Yuan, the other party always managed to completely refresh his understanding of the limits of his knowledge in some way!
The first time I met him, he was just a playboy hanging around in Yanjing City.

The second time they met, at the Yanjing Grand Hotel, she was already showing some arrogance, daring to borrow a "huge sum" of five thousand dollars from him, a Hong Kong businessman!
The third time, Qin Yuan returned from the Soviet Union, transformed, bringing with him enormous funds and unimaginable boldness.

The first thing they discussed was a major collaboration to establish the "Jeanswest" brand!
He had just returned to Guangzhou and started production when he immediately received a remittance of 500,000 yuan!
This time... his demeanor no longer had the initial sharpness, but was more reserved and profound.

Like a deep, still pool, its calm surface belies an indescribable sense of danger!

His every word and action could easily stir the emotions of this seasoned veteran!

He had only ever felt this way with the successors carefully cultivated by a few top wealthy families in Hong Kong who held great power.

But Qin Yuan... as far as he knew, was just a nobody with no connections!
Fang Minghai took a few deep breaths, forcibly suppressing the shock in his heart, and forced a smile back onto his face: "Mr. Qin... shall we go have dinner first? Or should we find a place to relax, or..."

"After we finish eating, let's go straight to your factory," Qin Yuan interrupted. "I'll take a look around and check out the goods."

Fang Minghai was taken aback, then sincerely exclaimed, "Mr. Qin, you are indeed a man who accomplishes great things! I admire your decisiveness!"

At such a time, having just survived a life-or-death ordeal, his thoughts were not on resting, but on immediately throwing himself into work. He was ashamed of his own lack of focus and ruthlessness.

Qin Yuan's tone carried a barely perceptible hint of urgency: "There's a huge market gap in the Soviet Union right now; they're desperately waiting for these goods to save their lives."

"I have a large group of people to support right now, and I really can't afford to delay."

"Time is money, Mr. Fang."

"Understood, completely understood!" Fang Minghai smiled. "Then let's go back to the hotel for a quick dinner, and then head to the factory immediately!"

The group returned to the hotel and quickly had dinner.

Qin Yuan arranged for Magan'er to stay at the hotel to rest and recover from his injuries, and only took Markov with him.

Upon seeing this, Fang Minghai's opinion of Qin Yuan's Russian bodyguard grew even stronger.

It was past 8 p.m. when the car entered Fang Minghai's garment factory in the suburbs of Guangzhou.

But the entire factory area was brightly lit, and the roar of the machines could be clearly heard in the night.

"Mr. Qin, please take a look," Fang Minghai said proudly, pointing to several brightly lit factory buildings. "Ever since I received your 500,000 yuan payment, I've been working with all my might!"

"We've poached a lot of skilled workers from surrounding factories, and now we're operating 24/7 in two shifts, with the machines basically never stopping!"

He led Qin Yuan into one of the leather jacket production workshops.

The heat and the smells of leather and engine oil hit you.

On the assembly line, workers swiftly sew, press, and attach buttons.

Fang Minghai casually picked up a dark brown leather jacket from the finished product section and handed it to Qin Yuan:

"This is made exactly according to the design drawings and requirements you faxed over before—an American retro bomber jacket!"

"Look at the materials, the workmanship, the design, are you satisfied?"

Qin Yuan took the leather jacket; it felt heavy and of excellent quality. He examined it carefully.

The outer layer is made of thick, durable top-grain cowhide, while the inner lining is made of soft, one-piece fur, providing excellent warmth.

The shoulders have been widened just right, enhancing the sense of power and masculinity.

Meanwhile, the overall design features a slim fit that perfectly accentuates the body's lines while maintaining the flexibility of a streamlined design, ensuring comfort for everyday wear.

The metal zippers and snaps exude a sense of refinement, effectively balancing a rugged style with a fashionable feel. This is exactly the style Qin Yuan wanted.

It perfectly replicates the essence of the US Air Force flight jacket while incorporating the rock and punk elements required by Qin Yuan, making it highly expressive of individuality.

"Very good!" Qin Yuan nodded in satisfaction, affirming Fang Minghai's factory's manufacturing and quality control capabilities. "Boss Fang has put his heart into it."

"Of course!" Seeing Qin Yuan's satisfaction, Fang Minghai's smile widened. "The foundation of a brand lies in quality! Mr. Qin, shall I take you to the warehouse to see the inventory?"

Inside the warehouse, piles of cardboard boxes were neatly stacked.

Qin Yuan asked, "Boss Fang, how much stock of jeans and leather jackets do you have in the warehouse right now?"

When it came to business, Fang Minghai immediately became serious: "I have three factories operating at the same time, with more than 700 skilled workers."

"Currently, the monthly production capacity of jeans is approximately 70000 to 105000 pairs."

"The monthly production capacity of leather jackets is between 4500 and 9000 pieces."

"Your previous order for jeans was completed a long time ago, and there are still more than 60,000 pieces left over. But for leather jackets, we have only produced 8,000 pieces so far."

He paused for a moment and then explained, "In the early stages, there were some minor issues with the supply of fabric and high-quality leather, which slowed down the progress. However, the channels have now been fully opened up and the supply is stable."

"If the market feedback from the Soviet Union is good and sales pick up, we can recruit more workers at any time, and production efficiency can be increased to another level!"

Qin Yuan pointed to the leather jacket section in the warehouse and asked, "Boss Fang, why is the production capacity so large?"

Fang Minghai explained, "The main reason is that the manufacturing process of this thing is much more complicated than that of jeans, and it's an export order. I made the quality inspection completely meet international standards, and the checks were very strict, so the loss rate is a bit high."

"If we relax the quality control standards a little, or let the workers work overtime, it is possible to increase the output to eight or nine thousand pieces or even more than ten thousand."

Qin Yuan nodded solemnly: "Boss Fang, your line of thinking is correct!"

"'Jeanswest' is a brand that aims for long-term development. In the future, we will also consider shifting from export to domestic sales. Reputation and quality are our lifeline!"

"We must never sacrifice quality for short-term gains."

"Pursuing quality is absolutely the right thing to do!"

Afterwards, the two visited the jeans production workshop.

On the assembly line, indigo fabric is transformed into brand-new pairs of jeans by the skilled workers.

Qin Yuan picked up a finished product and examined it carefully. The stitching was neat, the fabric was thick and durable, and the cut was crisp. In particular, the washed, distressed, and slightly flared styles that he "designed" based on his memory were very American and far more avant-garde and fashionable than the common styles on the market.

In terms of quality, it is in no way inferior to the previous "Apple brand", and even surpasses it in many details.

"The inventory is fine, and the quality is excellent." After reviewing the goods, Qin Yuan felt reassured. "Boss Fang, this time, I want to move all the existing qualified products from the warehouse!"

"All of them?" Fang Minghai had expected this, but he was still taken aback by Qin Yuan's appetite.

“Yes! All of them!” Qin Yuan said decisively. “Once the goods arrive in Yanjing, they will be received by my ‘Far East Import and Export Trading Company’ and then transported to Moscow in batches via the K3.”

“My people will handle the transportation and customs clearance. You just need to make sure the goods are loaded and shipped smoothly in Guangzhou.”

"Okay, no problem!" Fang Minghai hesitated for a moment, but readily agreed.

Finally, and most crucially, is the brand equity stake.

Back in Fang Minghai's office, the two held in-depth discussions about the equity of the "Jeanswest" brand.

Qin Yuan's attitude was clear: he would lead the core value of the brand and market development, while Fang Minghai would be responsible for production and some domestic channels.

After careful consideration and negotiation, the final decision was made:
Qin Yuan owns 70% of the shares.
Fang Minghai's shareholding: 30%
Fang Minghai accepted the outcome.

For him, this 30% stake was a sure-fire way to make money.

Once the brand succeeded, he was able to quickly open up the domestic market and gain both fame and fortune by relying on "Jeanswest".

Even if the brand suffers a temporary setback, Qin Yuan's continuous stream of orders is enough to ensure the operation and profit of his factory.

Moreover, he increasingly realized that Qin Yuan was no ordinary person!

Collaborating with this person might offer limitless possibilities!

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