90s: You are all reborn, who will spoil you?

After breakfast, the three of them took a tricycle to the industrial park.

This time was different from the time within the province. The three of them had no connections in Guangdong Province and couldn't find the way, so they had to visit everyone one by one to find the way.

At that time, the industrial park area of ​​G City was planned to be approximately 427.78 hectares, or 4.28 square kilometers.

How wide is it?

It is equivalent to 600 standard football fields, and 1 football field is ≈ 7140 square meters.

Such a large industrial park was the first time for not only Xie Yan, but also Ma Yao and Zheng Shiyu to see one.

Zheng Shiyu sincerely lamented that the development of the inland area is not much behind that of Hong Kong, and he was even somewhat glad that he had come to the inland area to invest in advance.

Xie Yan paid a little more money and booked a triangular chicken chef for the whole day.

The Triangle Chicken Master took the three of them to search door to door in the industrial park, and whenever they saw a textile company, they would go in and visit it.

None of the three could remember how many companies they had visited, nor did they know how much contempt and discrimination they had suffered.

Zheng Shiyu was almost unable to hold it in any longer. At first, some people gave him some face because he was a Hong Kong businessman.

But when they heard that he was investing in the inland, especially in S Province in the southwest, they felt there was no need to continue the discussion.

Indeed, their raw materials are cheap and the cotton thread they produce is also cheap.

But logistics is expensive. At that time, Longguo did not have a complete logistics system, at least the inland logistics was almost nonexistent.

The cost of transporting cotton thread from City G to City N is much more expensive than the cotton thread itself.

Ma Yao had lost all his temper, and Zheng Shiyu was so angry that his face turned red and his neck became thick.

Xie Yan waved her hand and said it didn't matter.

She was determined to run through the entire industrial park.

I don't know how many companies I visited, but I finally found a cotton thread manufacturer called Youyue. The owner was a middle-aged man in his sixties, and the person in charge was his son, a young boss who was about thirty years old.

In that era, many people gave birth to children at the age of 17 or 18, and it was even rarer to give birth to children at the age of 30.

The boss loves his son very much. The little boss’s name is Huang Yue, a girl.

Women entrepreneurs are rare.

When facing the three people, Huang Yue always maintained a calm and composed demeanor. She listened attentively until Xie Yan finished her detailed analysis of the current situation and future prospects of the cotton spinning industry. She did not say a word throughout the whole process, showing her calmness.

A hint of interest in Xie Yan quietly emerged in her eyes, but the business world is like a battlefield, no place for trivial matters.

Xie Yan proposed a cooperation model of supplying goods first and settling accounts later. Such conditions might be acceptable to large companies with strong financial resources. However, the financial crisis is raging now, the economic situation is deteriorating, and even state-owned enterprises cannot escape the wave of bankruptcy. How could she dare to easily entrust her trust to a private enterprise that has just undergone restructuring and has an unknown background?

Huang Yue sat at the main seat in the conference room, holding an enamel cup in his hand. "Deputy Xie, your insights are unique and far-sighted, and I wholeheartedly agree with them. However, as a supplier, the most worrying thing is the inability to collect payment."

"Although Jinxing Textile Factory has the backing of a state-owned enterprise and Boss Zheng's strong guarantee, you are undoubtedly well aware of the current economic situation."

Before Huang Yue finished speaking, Ma Yao interrupted him impatiently, and kept talking about the state-owned enterprise strength of Jinxing Textile Factory, completely unaware that a hint of displeasure had flashed across Huang Yue's brows.

Seeing Huang Yue's increasingly impatient expression, Xie Yan finally revealed her own trump card and interrupted Ma Yao's endless introduction at the right time.

"Uncle Ma, you've worked hard. Why don't you take a rest?" Xie Yan responded gently and handed Ma Yao a cup of green tea.

Then she pulled her Motorola phone from her bag and said, "Manager Huang, I understand your concern. You're worried about our company's ability to continue operating."

"I have a friend named Roger Miller."

Huang Yue couldn't help but frown slightly when these words came out.

She also graduated from an Ivy League school with a degree in financial management, so she had naturally heard of Roger Miller's family and his reputation.

But she just couldn't connect the young girl in front of her with the famous Roger Miller, and she couldn't believe that they had any connection.

"Oh?" Huang Yue's expression was as calm as water, without a ripple of doubt or suspicion between his eyebrows. He simply asked in a flat tone, "Are you talking about Roger Miller, the president of Wal-Mart Supermarket in Longguo?"

Xie Yan raised the corners of her mouth slightly, revealing a faint smile, but did not answer immediately.

She just silently took out her cell phone and dialed the number. Her voice was soft and clear: "Sir, this is Amy. I wonder if you are free tonight? I would like to invite you to dinner."

On the other end of the phone, Roger Miller's voice paused slightly, as if he was a little surprised by this sudden invitation, but he quickly returned to normal: "It's Amy. Okay, see you tonight."

Xie Yan calmly hung up the phone, then gracefully turned around, her eyes landing on Huang Yue. She asked softly, "Manager Huang, would you be available to have a quick meal together tonight?"

Huang Yue was slightly stunned when he heard this.

She was first surprised that the little girl in front of her could speak English so fluently and authentically, and then she was surprised by her tactful way of dealing with people.

If an adult had such intelligence and means, I would probably be wary of him and might not be his opponent.

Xie Yan's move was undoubtedly a clever display of her strength and connections.

A hint of curiosity and anticipation quietly arose in Huang Yue's heart. She really wanted to see whether Xie Yan really had such a close relationship with Roger Miller.

If it is true as the little girl said, that she knows Roger Miller, then it would be a natural thing for the finished products of the Venus Textile Factory to enter Walmart supermarkets.

They, Superior Cotton Spinning, would naturally be more than happy to take advantage of this opportunity. It only requires a one-month payment, and the cash and cash flow in their company's account are more than enough to support it.

Huang Yue's original plan was to look for opportunities for transformation. Now that he is sleepy and the pillow is provided to him, why not go with the flow.

She didn't say anything more, but asked the factory's technical manager to take the three of them to visit the factory's production workshop.

The technician led the three people and gave a detailed and comprehensive explanation from the workshop to every process.

The process flow of cotton yarn production is very simple: when the raw cotton comes in, it is first carefully sorted by hand to remove foreign matter.

Then it enters the carding stage to produce sliver.

This is followed by the first and second drawing stages, which gradually optimize the quality of the sliver.

It is then spun into roving and further spun into fine yarn.

The spun yarn goes through the winding process, then the yarn is steamed to set the shape, and finally it is packaged and stored.

But when they stepped into the cotton cleaning workshop, what caught their eyes were mountains of raw cotton bales and the air was filled with dust, as if they were in chaos.

The old-fashioned A035 mixed cotton opening machine is making a deafening roar, and workers need to manually adjust the beater spacing from time to time to maintain the normal operation of the machine.