fictionpage Chapter 3: The Joining of Brothers, the Startup Team
Chapter 3: The Joining of Brothers, the Startup Team
"Of course I want to! Who doesn't want to make money? We're out here to make money!"
The group answered in unison.
Although the three are in different industries and have different statuses, they are all striving for a better life.
Young people all have a strong desire to make something of themselves and achieve success one day.
"Motorcycles, do you know what they are?"
Wang Yang asked the question, trying to pique the interest of the three of them.
"My restaurant owner seems to have one, and it seems really expensive, three or four thousand."
"The foreman who sold me the concrete cutter had one. It was so cool; the engine roared when you squeezed the accelerator."
Wang Qiang and Liu Hui spoke in turn.
With the winds of reform blowing, many business owners have become wealthy and are pursuing greater efficiency.
Yang Wenqing remained silent. Although he had a permanent position and good benefits, his salary was not enough for his colleagues to afford motorcycles.
"How many motorcycles are there?"
Wang Yang pulled out an envelope containing more than three thousand yuan and slammed it on the table.
"One thousand, two thousand, three thousand two hundred and seventy-one yuan and eight jiao..."
Yang Wenqing works in the finance department of the Industry and Commerce Bureau. He took the envelope and quickly counted the contents.
"Yang-ge, are you taking out your savings for getting married?"
"What, you're going to trade your wife for a motorcycle?"
The three of them chatted amongst themselves, wondering what Wang Yang was up to.
"What if I told you there are at least twenty motorcycles?"
Wang Yang took the envelope back and shook it in his hand.
Wang Yang's decades of accumulated skills are enough for him to turn the ordinary into the extraordinary.
He can repair parts that others consider unusable.
These unwanted parts are often the least valuable and can be bought at scrap metal prices.
"Twenty cars? Yang, are you out of your mind? With that little money, you can only afford one car at most, and that would be someone else's used one."
Liu Hui was the first to disbelieve it. He thought that a scrap metal recycling station would deal with machinery, and he had some understanding of the motorcycle market.
"Brother Yang, the restaurant is busy, it wasn't easy for me to come out today, you..."
Zhang Qiang looked troubled; it was difficult to get this leave. He hadn't expected Wang Yang to call them out to make such boastful claims.
"You two bastards, so timid and hesitant. Let Yang continue."
Yang Wenqing was very knowledgeable about the industry and knew that the motorcycle industry had a bright future and great potential.
If Wang Yang can acquire twenty motorcycles with three thousand yuan, the profit margin would be unimaginably large.
"In Hong Kong Island, the price of used motorcycle parts is very low. You can get them in bulk by finding some parallel traders in Shenzhen."
"We get scrap parts, do the repairs ourselves, and the cost is only a few dozen or a hundred yuan. We can then resell them for a few hundred or even a thousand yuan."
Wang Yang's voice wasn't loud, but it struck a heavy blow to the hearts of the three men.
The three of them worked themselves to the bone for a month, but their income was only four or five hundred yuan.
Selling an assembled motorcycle can turn a few dozen yuan into several hundred yuan, more than their monthly income.
"I'd go through fire and water for you, Brother Yang."
"Brother Yang, what do you suggest? I'll sell everything I own to do it for you."
Having known each other for many years, the three knew that Wang Yang wouldn't let his brothers make a wasted trip.
Since Wang Yang summoned them, he must have a way to do this.
However, there is no such thing as a free lunch, so the three of them wanted to do their part.
"Paying money isn't enough."
Whether it's sourcing parts from Hong Kong, or assembling and distributing them, all of these require costs.
Three thousand dollars is neither too little nor too little.
Three thousand yuan is a lot, not much.
Money is essential to opening up distribution channels.
"I'll offer a thousand! Brother Yang, I don't want to be a fried rice vendor for the rest of my life."
Zhang Qiang spoke first; he had already missed one opportunity.
This thousand yuan was what he had saved up over the years by working hard in the kitchen.
He didn't invest in the scrap metal recycling station last time, but this time, he didn't want to miss the opportunity again.
"I'll also contribute a thousand, Brother Yang. You know my family's situation; we don't have much money working within the system."
Yang Wenqing sighed. His father was in poor health and had long been unable to work.
Yang Wenqing was able to finish high school, which was already the limit of what Yang's sister could go through, even if she had to sell everything she owned.
If it weren't for his father needing money for medical treatment, Yang Wenqing would definitely have continued his university studies instead of starting to work.
"I'll contribute two thousand. Thanks to Brother Yang, I've made some money in the past two years."
Liu Hui was the wealthiest among them. After running a scrap metal recycling station for almost two years, he had managed to save up some money.
"Great, money makes things much easier."
Wang Yang was very satisfied; the fact that his brothers were willing to invest money in him meant that they trusted him.
"Brother Yang, so what should we do?"
Liu Hui sat down next to Wang Yang and asked.
Having tasted the success of his scrap metal recycling business, Liu Hui was eager to take it a step further and earn even more money.
"Hui Zi, come with me to Shenzhen. All those scrap parts will end up in your scrap metal collection station."
Wang Yang pointed to the open space outside and asked.
This remote scrap yard will be filled with discarded parts and become a production site for assembling motorcycles.
"No problem, I've never been to Shenzhen before."
Liu Hui's working hours are flexible, and he can go out and explore with Wang Yang at any time.
The scrap metal collection station is located in a remote area, and Liu Hui relies on riding his tricycle to collect scrap metal for most of his business, as there are not many customers coming to his door.
"Brother Yang, Brother Yang, what can I do? You know, restaurants are very busy..."
Seeing that Liu Hui had taken the job, Zhang Qiang couldn't wait to speak up.
However, Zhang Qiang is different from Liu Hui. It is difficult for Zhang Qiang to even ask for leave, let alone go to Shenzhen with Wang Yang.
"Qiangzi, how many customers do you get in a day when you cook at the restaurant?"
"Our restaurant sees over a hundred people on weekdays and up to two hundred on weekends."
"But Yang-ge, why are you asking this?"
Zhang Qiang was a little confused. He not only made fried rice but also delivered vegetables, so he had some understanding of customer traffic.
"The most important thing in doing business is to have people buy it. We need customers for the motorcycles we manufacture."
"But we can't list them for sale directly, because privately modified vehicles won't pass inspection."
Wang Yang spoke up, pointing out the most crucial issue.
To make money, they need to sell the assembled motorcycles.
"Brother Yang, just tell me, what do you want me to do?"
"Qiangzi, keep an eye out every day for people who come to eat on motorcycles."
"Tell these customers that you know someone who repairs motorcycles at low prices and see if you can make contact."
"As long as someone comes to repair their motorcycle, we'll give them a discount so they can recommend our privately-equipped motorcycles to friends who want to buy one."
"A person who can afford a motorcycle must know other people who can afford motorcycles."
"We can use this to find target customers, build a private domain, and make sales."
"Even without recommending friends, we can still make a living by repairing motorcycles."
Wang Yang instructed Zhang Qiang to select customers using his own methods.
"Just find someone to fix the motorcycle, right? No problem, I'll keep an eye out while I'm at work."
Although Zhang Qiang didn't understand the concept of private domain, he knew that doing so wouldn't affect his normal work.
"Well, what about me? I can't exactly sell motorcycles to the higher-ups, can I?"
Yang Wenqing asked.
The Industry and Commerce Bureau is essentially controlling the market; this is practically walking into a trap.
"If we want to grow bigger, we have to get into the mainstream."
Wang Yang's expression was solemn, as this concerned future development and the safety of assembling motorcycles.
"Wenqing, go and get a consignment license."