Summer passed, autumn came, and the bustling month of August ended, but the sun remained scorching.
On September 1st, the start of the school year, Qin Siyu arrived early, carrying her own and Gu Qingqing's luggage, waiting downstairs at the apartment building.
Boss Tan had promised to drive her and Zhao Xianbo to school today.
Looking at the yellow suitcase at her feet, Qin Siyu smiled slightly, "This is all thanks to you!"
Without Gu Qingqing's luggage, Qin Siyu didn't believe Boss Tan would drive her and Zhao Xianbo to school.
Although Boss Tan was usually easy to talk to, he was also extremely prone to double standards.
Having worked on the production line for two months, Qin Siyu had long discovered this pattern: Boss Tan was generous with his friends or those he cared about, but when he was stingy, he was truly stingy, and when he was ruthless, he was truly ruthless.
If an employee felt the production tasks were too heavy and asked him for a raise, bypassing the proper channels, he would directly issue a termination notice to the HR department.
Those who failed to meet production targets would be reassigned, and if they still failed, they would be replaced.
But if you were to call him a shrewd businessman? That wouldn't quite be accurate.
According to employees on the production line, Shanchi's benefits were considerably better than other factories in Yongcheng.
Lunch at the cafeteria was free, and although the dishes were the same few every day, they were plentiful and greasy.
Employee dormitories were also available, or if one didn't want to live in them, a 200 yuan housing subsidy would be provided.
Night shifts also came with meal allowances, and other welfare policies were decent.
Work honestly for a month, and the total income would be around 4,000 yuan.
Assembly line work didn't require much skill, and this salary actually exceeded the local average wage significantly.
Moreover, since it was a factory area and work was busy, there wasn't much opportunity to spend money.
Over a year, a worker could save a considerable amount.
According to Boss Tan's remarks that night while watching a live stream, although the salary wasn't high, working honestly for a few years could save up for a down payment.
Houses would definitely appreciate in value in the future, and by then, one could escape the fate of a factory worker.
Currently, good locations for housing in Beicang were around 3,500 to 4,000 yuan per square meter, with more distant areas being even cheaper.
Working diligently for a few years could indeed save enough for a down payment on a small apartment.
Qin Siyu had once asked, if housing prices would rise, why not hoard a few properties now and wait for appreciation?
The answer she received was that there was no need.
Later, she realized this was indeed true.
By September, Shanchi Motors was capable of producing over 7,000 units per month.
Calculated at the market's lowest selling price of 1,999 yuan, that amounted to 14 million yuan, or 160 million yuan in annual sales.
Boss Tan indeed had no need to hoard those few properties.
Employees in the workshop often discussed how much the boss earned in a month.
Previously, they didn't know the external selling price, but now that they did, the discussions became even more lively.
Although they didn't know the profit margin for a small e-bike, they could get a rough idea from the selling price.
According to the workshop employees' gossip and calculations, an e-bike definitely made a profit of two to three hundred yuan.
Producing 7,000 units a month meant a profit of 2 million yuan, and over 20 million yuan could be earned in a year.
Wow, calculating it this way, Boss Tan would be a billionaire in just a few years? Or did it take a few years? Boss Tan also had two other companies.
Damn, does that mean Boss Tan would be a billionaire by age 25 at the latest?
Zhao Xianbo stared at the dazed Qin Siyu, puzzled,
"Hey, what are you thinking about, standing in the sun daydreaming on such a hot day?"
"Haha, nothing. Has the car arrived?"
"Yes, it's waiting across the street. He told me to come help you with your luggage. Hurry up, it's scorching hot."
In September's weather, Zhao Xianbo, who had just stepped out of an air-conditioned car, felt extremely uncomfortable.
After getting into the car, Qin Siyu was still pondering the question.
Always straightforward, she couldn't help but ask Tan Jincheng, who was driving ahead, out of curiosity,
"Boss Tan, how much money do you have now?"
"Why do you ask that?"
"When I was at work, I overheard workshop employees discussing that Shanchi can earn over 20 million a year, so I'm curious how much money you have now, hehe."
"Haha, so that's it. Little Zhao, you must have heard about this too, right?"
"Yes, I've heard. Workers like to gossip about how much the company earns in a year when they have nothing else to do, and then they calculate their own income."
"And then they curse the boss for being heartless, earning so much money but only paying so little, right?"
"Uh, Boss Tan, you know about that?"
What's there not to know?
Who works without complaining about the boss?
Even with good benefits, working a job for too long leads to fatigue, and one feels that fate is unfair: why do others earn so much while I get so little?
Human nature is like this.
Perhaps it's not genuine dissatisfaction with the boss, but the boss, as the direct supervisor, serves as the best outlet for venting.
Tan Jinwang slowed down the car.
"Profit isn't calculated that way. Shanchi is currently still losing money. You'll understand when you learn more."
"As for how much money I have? I haven't really calculated that, but it's certain that I'm not short on money."
Shanchi indeed owed a lot of money, but it was precisely because of this debt that its development could accelerate.
Even if it achieved profitability in the future, its ultimate financial performance data wouldn't be overly exaggerated, because factories require continuous investment.
Production capacity needs to be increased, technology research and development needs to be stepped up, and in the future, batteries will also be manufactured.
Therefore, if one wished to accumulate personal wealth solely through the factory, it wouldn't be achievable within at least five years.
Currently, Tan Jincheng had already moved his salary system from Jinpeng Trading to Shanchi.
Aside from salary, most of the usual expenses came from his three Taobao stores.
After a series of operations, these three Taobao stores could bring Tan Jincheng a profit of nearly one hundred thousand yuan each month.
Old Tan didn't need this money for now, so it wasn't given to him; Tan Jincheng intercepted it.
It was enough for daily expenses and occasional purchases of Maotai stock.
As for some official expenses, they all went through Shanchi's accounts.
This was the benefit of being a boss: seemingly burdened with debt, but as long as the company operated normally, you could indulge in extravagant living every day.
Jinyi Industry's current business volume was relatively average, with little money in its accounts.
After the Canton Fair in October, order volume should see a significant increase. Compared to Jinpeng Trading's first Canton Fair last year, Jinyi Industry's starting point was much higher.
Didn't meet the booth requirements?
No problem.
With a medium-sized export enterprise and an industrial enterprise above designated size included in the local CPI, there were plenty of people to help sort things out.
Compared to half a year ago when he was constantly hitting dead ends trying to find people, Tan Jincheng's social status had risen significantly after Shanchi went into production, making many things much easier to handle.
Zhang Haiping and Zhang Mingcan had a clearer understanding of this than Tan Jincheng himself.
Due to the shift in business focus, Tan Jincheng now rarely visited Zhang Haiping's factory.
However, the two companies were not far apart, so Zhang Haiping would visit whenever he had time.
Watching Shanchi grow day by day, Zhang Haiping was deeply emotional.
A year ago, this young man was trying to trick him into placing orders with a few blueprints; a year later, he had already achieved such wealth.
If, a year ago, someone had told Zhang Haiping that the young outsider, carrying a backpack, speaking fluent Beicang dialect, and looking somewhat naive, would establish three enterprises and amass tens of millions in wealth within a year, Zhang Haiping would have sworn it was impossible.
Was doing business that simple?
Yet, all of this happened right beside him, and he even witnessed the entire process.
How incredible.
Zhang Mingcan felt the same way.
A few months ago, when Zhang Haiping introduced the two, he could still look at Tan Jincheng with a critical eye, but a few months later, the situation was completely different.
Shanchi Motors now brought Zhang Mingcan's plastic workshop over 250,000 yuan in plastic product orders every month, and mold making was also entrusted to him.
Orders totaling three to four million yuan annually would bring him substantial profits, and this was only Shanchi's first year.
If he were to interact with the other party with a condescending or scrutinizing attitude again, it would be somewhat disrespectful.
While there had been significant personal favors during the factory's construction, favors were favors, and business was business.
"Boss Tan, would you like to visit our campus later? You haven't been inside yet, have you?"
"Oh? I really haven't been inside. Is that allowed?"
"Of course. I'll send a message to Qingqing and have her show you around later. How about that?"
"Alright then, ask her if she's free."
Currently, Shanchi had entered what was equivalent to a skill cooldown period; it only needed to maintain good production.
In fact, Tan Jincheng no longer needed to oversee it daily; supervising wouldn't serve much purpose and wouldn't lead to many more vehicles being produced.
Given this, there was no need to keep an eye on things.
Being at the factory every day wasn't very effective; he only needed to know the final results: how much was shipped daily, how many retailers were developed, and the progress of the Yicheng market development.
Occasionally relaxing and experiencing student life wouldn't hurt.
If no accidents had occurred in his past and present lives, he would be a university student himself right now.
So, with Qin Siyu's matchmaking, Tan Jincheng drove the car directly to Gu Qingqing's dormitory.
As it was just the beginning of the school year, some parents drove their children to school, so security at the school gate wasn't as strict.
Gu Qingqing was currently waiting for Tan Jincheng and his group in the shade of a tree opposite the dormitory entrance.
With her hair tied in a small ponytail, a white dress, and a thin belt gently wrapped around her waist, Gu Qingqing's figure was perfectly displayed, attracting countless clear gazes from male university students passing by.
The slowly approaching BMW, the familiar license plate, and the faint sight of a familiar figure in the driver's seat made Gu Qingqing's heart stir, and a smile unconsciously appeared on her delicate face.
From parting ways on the 27th to meeting again today, it had only been a full six days.
Yet, for some reason, Gu Qingqing felt it was longer than even seeing him once every few months before.
In fact, Gu Qingqing had already arrived at school yesterday but was too shy to mention it to Boss Tan.
After the car came to a stop, Tan Jincheng rolled down the window, and Gu Qingqing slowly walked over.
"Long time no see."
(End of Chapter)