Chapter 7

There are seven large stone cutting machines, each priced at 35,000 yuan.

The first one still has a 25,000 yuan balance outstanding.

Before this, this order was the factory's lifeline.

Eight workers, three months of wages.

When Sang Qing said to cancel the order, the factory had to scrape together funds. For this order, they had already purchased the steel and machine parts. What should they do now?

Yes—

The machines produced by Ye Qing's factory were average, but for a large cutting machine priced at 35,000 yuan, Ye Qing could confidently guarantee that if anyone could find a cheaper one in the surrounding cities, he would give away the seven machines for free.

If there were any issues, Ye Qing would come to repair them immediately. He worked through the night to replace the guide rails.

Now, the materials for the remaining six machines were all prepared, waiting for the delivery date.

But then they said to cancel everything, not even paying the outstanding balance for the first machine.

Qian Xiaomeng and his two companions laughed maliciously on the side. With the order canceled, this was good.

Their family's factory couldn't even afford the medical expenses, and without the order, how would they get through this?

As for their uncle's medical expenses, they didn't care at all. If the factory went bankrupt, they might even get the van for free.

Ye Qing closed his eyes and fell silent.

After a long time, he opened his eyes and tried to remain calm: "Mr. Sang, although we didn't sign a formal purchase contract, business is based on trust. Are you sure you want to do this?"

Sang Qing had a tough look, full of disdain: "If you're not satisfied, go to court and sue me."

Ye Qing's face was terrifyingly dark as he turned and walked out.

Without any backing, any tough talk would only make him more embarrassed.

Ye Qing accepted this setback.

He started the car and left, but after a few steps, his van was stopped.

Ye Qing had a crowbar ready, thinking a fight was about to break out, but the person who stopped the car had a red badge on his chest, looking like a refined young man.

This was the uniform badge worn by civil servants in Zhongyun City, with their name, position, and phone number.

Such a person would not help Sang Qing in a fight. Ye Qing stopped the car and asked what was going on.

"Going back to Zhongyun City?" The young man, Han Youpeng, offered Ye Qing a cigarette: "Can you give me a ride? The bus was too crowded and tiring."

When Sang Qing was chatting with him earlier, he was far from Ye Qing and saw the fight with the workers. But he definitely didn't hear the conflict between Ye Qing and Sang Qing, otherwise he wouldn't have the nerve to ask for a ride.

Han Youpeng's badge read "Urban Construction Bureau Clerk." Ye Qing didn't refuse and opened the passenger door, inviting him in.

Han Youpeng thanked him as he got in. Once Ye Qing started driving, Han Youpeng asked why Ye Qing had fought with the workers.

Ye Qing waved his hand and said it was nothing serious, just some past grievances with those workers.

"That boss is clearly a miser, he even licks his fingers after picking his nose."

Han Youpeng, probably feeling neglected, complained: "I squeezed onto the bus for over an hour to come here to talk to him. In the end, he didn't even send me back, even though I saw several cars parked at the gate."

"What did you talk about?" Ye Qing asked casually.

"Curbstones, the ones along the roadside. In three months, the inspection team will come to evaluate the national health and civilized city."

Han Youpeng placed a stack of documents on the dashboard and stretched, saying: "Each city is evaluated every three years. Last time, only over thirty cities received the honor. Our Zhongyun City has failed several times. Now the leaders are determined to improve the city's appearance."

"The curbstones on several main roads are all made of cement and have weathered, looking worse than dog bites. The Urban Construction Bureau has decided to replace them all with granite."

"Only the Jiangshan Stone Factory near Zhongyun City can produce granite curbstones in large quantities. I came to deliver a contract, but he wasn't satisfied with the price and didn't even give me a ride back."

Ye Qing comforted him a bit, saying that Sang Qing must have connections to get such a big order.

"Many of the scenic stones in Zhongyun City are supplied by him. He's familiar with several directors and can speak to them."

Han Youpeng pouted, looking aggrieved: "I'm also a hardworking guy, always being used by my superiors. If the contract is signed, I get no benefits, all the credit goes to my boss. If it fails, it's all my fault."

The two were about the same age, so they had a lot to talk about. By the time the van entered Zhongyun City, Ye Qing had learned a lot about Sang Qing from him.

It was rush hour, and the traffic was terrible. Han Youpeng said he was in a hurry for a date and got out before reaching his destination.

When Ye Qing reached Caiyi Bridge, the traffic light ahead was jammed for hundreds of meters.

Caiyi Bridge is a famous landmark in Zhongyun City. Below the bridge are ancient buildings with small bridges and flowing water, and on the bridge are twelve dancing maidens carved on each side, a popular spot for photos.

Ye Qing estimated it would take three traffic lights to get through. Bored on the bridge, he turned on Xu Ninggong's music.

While the music played, Ye Qing noticed a stack of documents on the dashboard.

Oh, these were the ones Han Youpeng had placed there when he got in.

Ye Qing didn't remember Han Youpeng's contact number on the badge, so he would have to go to the Urban Construction Bureau to return them.

Bored, Ye Qing started flipping through the documents.

The content was simple, all about the procurement plan for the curbstones. It specified the material and size of the curbstones and required the delivery of 250,000 curbstones within a certain number of days.

These documents were preliminary contracts, not yet signed by both parties.

Han Youpeng had mentioned on the way that the government wanted to offer 40 yuan per curbstone, but Sang Qing thought the price was too low and insisted on 42 yuan.

This price was indeed not high. Only the Jiangshan Stone Factory near Zhongyun City could produce granite curbstones in large quantities, so Sang Qing naturally wanted to raise the price.

In the stone processing industry, the cost is mainly in labor and materials, not the stone itself.

A granite curbstone weighs nearly a hundred pounds. From cutting the stone from the mountain with large mining machinery, to segmenting it with cutting machines, to polishing and grinding the surface, a lot of labor is required.

A few dozen pounds of stone would make an ordinary person pant after carrying it a few steps, let alone 250,000 identical stones.

This was the key to Sang Qing's confidence. In the entire Zhongyun City, who had the large mining machinery and suitable granite mining sites?

Buy from elsewhere?

At 42 yuan per piece, it was already a low price. Transporting several thousand tons from elsewhere would cost at least 45 yuan per piece.

"Nowadays, price is the key in business!" Ye Qing sighed after reading the procurement documents.

But knowing these details, what good would it do?

Could he arm two clubs and have Niu Yi and Niu Er go to his factory to stage a battle of 300 Spartans?

Looking at the rows of dancing maidens carved on Caiyi Bridge, Ye Qing reluctantly dismissed the idea.

"Wait—" Ye Qing sat up as if electrocuted, a flash of inspiration hitting him.

Dancing maidens' carvings!!

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