The attic has all the information about the past and present, and I became rich by becoming a trader

Song Youan is also very familiar with private label brands, the most famous of which is Nan Mou Ren.

"Boss Song, do you want to make solid medicated oil or liquid medicated oil?" Zhang Beiwang asked.

Song Youan had thought all this over last night and had an idea in mind: "I want to make a solid one, with plastic packaging, or metal would be fine. The shape should be like the clam oil from the 1980s and 1990s. Director Zhang, you should understand what I mean, right?"

Zhang Beiwang slapped his thigh when he heard this and said, "We have made it before. There is a brand of cooling oil on the market called Tiger Head, which is made by our factory. It is the size of a one-yuan coin, just like clam oil."

As he said that, Zhang Beiwang stood up and walked to the filing cabinet to search. After a while, he found the relevant documents, which also had pictures on them.

"Boss Song, look, is this the type?"

Song Youan took a closer look and found that it was basically the same as what she thought.

With its plain appearance and low cost, it doesn’t matter if she sells it cheaper in Dazhao.

According to the system's exchange rate, she will definitely make a profit.

"What's the contrast between solid and liquid?" Song Youan asked.

She actually has never used solid ones, but if they are promoted in Dazhao, solid ones will definitely have advantages.

Portable and easy to use.

Zhang Beiwang said, "The effectiveness depends on the ratio of the main ingredients, and has little to do with the product form."

Song Youan nodded in understanding.

Seeing this, Zhang Beiwang knew that the girl in front of him seemed to have made up her mind, so he asked, "Then how much does Boss Song want?"

Song Youan looked at Zhang Beiwang, still feeling somewhat bothered by his credit rating.

But the other party looks very professional and his ability rating is not low.

"If my minimum order is 50,000, what price can Director Zhang give me?" Song Youan asked.

Fifty thousand is not a big order for such a large manufacturer.

The cost of Fengyoujing is very low, and the solid one is even lower. The market price of solid Fengyoujing is only three or five yuan, so the ex-factory price can basically be controlled within one yuan.

"This is just the first batch. If our cooperation goes smoothly, all future orders will be yours." Song Youan added.

This sentence was crucial and directly lowered the price that Zhang Beiwang blurted out.

He changed his tone and lowered the price from 70 cents to 60 cents: "Since this is our first cooperation, I want to show my sincerity to Boss Song. I'll give you 60 cents each, the size of a one-yuan coin, but it's in plastic packaging."

"If it's made of metal, it'll cost another ten cents. If it's made of glass or ceramic, the price will be double."

Song Youan thought for a moment and then said, "I want the metal packaging, 60 cents."

"Boss Song, this... I'm already offering you the lowest price."

Song Youan continued, "I know, but don't you have to print on the outer packaging when you make private label products? I don't need any prints on mine, just nude color will do."

Zhang Beiwang was shocked when he heard this and blurted out, "Boss Song, are you selling three-no products?"

The outer packaging is bare, which is only the case with products without any quality assurance.

Song Youan chuckled. "How could that be? I'm in the export business. These Fengyoujing (medicinal oils) are exported abroad and then printed and packaged by overseas companies. I can't say more about the rest. It's a commercial secret."

Zhang Beiwang nodded doubtfully, but then he thought that as long as the ingredients of his products were fine, it would be fine. He was just an OEM factory, not a brand.

"Okay, in that case, sixty cents is fine."

Draft a contract, sign the contract, and pay a deposit.

Song Youan finally decided to cooperate with Zhang Beiwang. It was just a few tens of thousands of dollars, and she just wanted to try out whether the passing line of the system was reliable.

If she meets someone who gives such ratings again in the future, she will have some idea in her mind.

"Is this done?"

Back in the car, Yan Fei asked.

Song Youan nodded.

Yan Fei was still immersed in the business negotiation. He thought for a moment and asked, "The factory cost is 60 cents per piece, and 50,000 pieces is only 30,000 yuan. It can't be considered a big deal, right?"

"Of course." Song Youan twisted his stiff neck and said, "But these OEM factories will accept any orders. After all, their existing assembly lines are running every day, so they can produce the goods without much effort."

"Besides, I'm obviously their long-term customer. The initial 50,000 orders are just a trial, and we'll have future cooperation."

Yan Fei nodded silently, and couldn't help thinking in his heart: He has always wondered how Song Youan made his money. It turns out that he was in the export business, reselling Fengyoujing to foreign companies.

But how much medicated oil do I need to sell to be able to afford a top-of-the-line Mercedes-Benz sedan?

Yan Fei was a little confused.

After the deal was done, Song Youan asked Yan Fei to take her to the shopping mall in town.

This time she prepared gifts for her family, but she felt it was not enough and wanted to buy some other things.

My uncle's house is in the villa area on the west side of the town. Although the housing prices in Ninghua Town cannot be compared with those in Jinghai City, they are not cheap either. After all, its proximity to Jinghai is its unique advantage.

This villa was not bought by my uncle, but by my aunt for my grandparents.

Because my aunt is doing business in Jinghai, the responsibility of taking care of the elderly falls entirely on my uncle and aunt.

My aunt could only provide financial help, so she bought this villa for them to live in.

Old Master Jiang was playing with birds in the yard of his villa when he saw a small truck slowly stop at the gate.

Several young men in work clothes jumped out of the car. One of them checked the address on the list to confirm that it was correct and then asked people to start unloading the car.

"Hey? Young man, you must have sent it to the wrong person. My family didn't buy anything."

Seeing this, the old man hurried forward to stop them, but he saw that several people who were quick had already joined forces to carry down a large three-door refrigerator.

"Grandpa, it can't be wrong, it's No. 751 Green Town!"

"Ah? Really? Who bought this?"

The old man was wondering when Yan Fei arrived late in a Mercedes-Benz and slowly parked in a parking space not far away.

Song Youan couldn't wait to open the door and get out of the car, and shouted excitedly from a distance: "Grandpa!"

Old Master Jiang was startled when he heard this and turned his head to look. Although his eyes were a little blurry, he recognized his granddaughter at once.

"Hey, Yuan, my granddaughter is back!"

As he spoke, he walked forward nimbly. Song Youan quickly rushed over and hugged the old man: "Grandpa, I'm back to see you!"

"Good to be back, why didn't you say hello in advance?"

"It was a last-minute decision. I just happened to come to town to do some business." Song Youan let go of the old man and looked at him. Seeing that he was in good spirits and had not changed much from when he came back a few months ago, he couldn't help but feel relieved.

The noise outside also alarmed the old lady and my aunt.

My aunt came out wearing an apron and holding a spatula in her hand, obviously cooking.

"What's going on? Who bought these things?"

The old lady came out of the yard and saw Song Youan at a glance. She clapped her hands excitedly: "Oh, Youan is back!"