Chapter 66 Solid Fengyoujing
Song Youan also knows a lot about OEM brands, the most famous one is Nan Mou.
"Boss Song, do you want to make a solid Fengyou essence or a liquid one?" Zhang Beiwang asked.
Song Youan had thought about all these things last night, and had already had an idea in mind: "I want to make it solid, with a plastic outer packaging, or metal. The shape is like the clam oil from the 1980s and 1990s. Zhang The factory director should understand what I mean, right?”
Zhang Beiwang patted his thigh after hearing this: "We have done it before. There is a cooling oil called Tiger Head brand on the market, which is made by our factory. Its appearance is about the size of a one-yuan coin, just like clam oil."
With that said, Zhang Beiwang got up and walked to the filing cabinet to rummage through it. After a while, he found the relevant documents with pictures on them.
"Boss Song, do you think it's like this?"
Song You'an took a closer look and found that it was basically the same as what she thought.
With its simple appearance and low cost, it doesn’t hurt that she sells it cheaper in Dazhao.
According to the system's exchange rate, she must have made a profit.
"What's the contrast between solid and liquid?" Song You'an asked.
She has actually never used the solid one, but if it is promoted in Dazhao, the solid one will definitely have advantages.
Portable and easy to use.
Zhang Beiwang heard this and said: "Whether the effect is good or not depends on the proportion of the main formula, and has little to do with the form of the product."
Song Youan nodded understandingly.
Seeing this, Zhang Beiwang knew that the little girl in front of him seemed to have an idea, so he asked: "How much does Boss Song want?"
Song You'an looked at Zhang Beiwang, still a little worried about his credibility rating.
But the other party looked very professional, and his ability score was not low.
"If I order a minimum of 50,000 pieces, what price can Director Zhang give me?" Song You'an asked.
Fifty thousand units is not a big order for such a large factory.
The cost of Fengyoujing is very low, and the solid version is even lower. The market price of solid Fengyoujing on the market is only three to 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 You'an added.
This sentence was crucial and directly lowered the price Zhang Beiwang blurted out.
He changed his tone and reduced the 70 cents to 60 cents: "This is our first cooperation, and I also want to show my sincerity to Boss Song. Each one is 60 cents, the size of a one-yuan coin, but it is wrapped in plastic."
"If you use metal, you'll need to pay an additional ten cents. If you use glass or ceramics, the price will double."
Song Youan thought for a moment and then said: "I want a metal package, six cents."
"Boss Song, you...the price I gave you is already the lowest price."
Song Youan continued: "I know, but when you make OEM products, don't you also need to print on the outer packaging? Mine doesn't need to be printed, just nude color."
Zhang Beiwang was shocked when he heard this and blurted out: "Boss Song, are you selling Sanwu products?"
The outer packaging is bare, as only Sanwu products can be like this.
Song Youan chuckled: "How come? I am in the export business. These essential oils are exported abroad and handed over to overseas companies for unified printing and packaging. I can't say more about the rest. It's a trade secret."
Zhang Beiwang nodded doubtfully, but then he thought that the ingredients of his products were fine. He was just a foundry, not a brand.
"Okay, in that case, six cents is fine."
Draft the contract, sign the contract, and pay the deposit.
Song Youan finally decided to cooperate with Zhang Beiwang. It only cost tens of thousands of yuan. She just wanted to test whether the passing line of the system was reliable.
If she meets someone with such a rating again in the future, she will have an idea. "Is this done?"
Yan Fei asked after returning to the car.
Song Youan nodded.
Yan Fei was still immersed in the business discussion. He thought for a while and asked: "The factory cost is 60 cents per piece, and 50,000 pieces is only 30,000 yuan. It is not a big business."
"That's for sure." Song You'an twisted her stiff neck and said, "But such a foundry can accept any order. After all, the ready-made assembly line is in operation every day, and it can be produced directly without any effort. .”
"Besides, I am obviously their long-term customer. The initial order of 50,000 is just a trial, and there will be more cooperation in the future."
Yan Fei nodded silently, and couldn't help but secretly thought: He had always wondered how Song You'an earned his money. It turned out that he was engaged in export business and resold Fengyoujing to foreign companies.
It’s just how much Fengyoujing you have to sell to afford a top-end Mercedes-Benz car.
Yan Fei's mind was a little confused.
After the deal was settled, Song Youan asked Yan Fei to take her to the shopping mall in the town.
When she came back this time, she prepared gifts for her family, but she felt they were not enough and wanted to buy some other things.
My uncle's home is in the villa area in the west 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 City is its unique advantage.
This villa was not bought by my uncle, but by my aunt for my grandma and grandpa.
Because my aunt is doing business in Jinghai, the responsibility for taking care of the elderly falls entirely on my uncle and aunt.
My aunt could only help financially, so she bought this villa for them to live in.
Mr. Jiang was playing with the birds in the yard of the villa when he saw a minivan slowly parked at the gate.
Several young men in work clothes jumped out of the car. Someone checked the address on the list to confirm that it was correct, and then asked others to start unloading the car.
"Hey? Young man, you gave the wrong gift, I didn't buy anything."
When the old man saw this, he quickly stepped forward to stop it, but saw that a few fast-moving people had joined forces to carry down a large three-door refrigerator.
"Grandpa, you can't be wrong, No. 751, Green Field Town!"
"Ah? Really, who bought this...?"
The old man was wondering when Yan Fei arrived belatedly in his 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 afar: "Grandpa!"
Mr. Jiang was startled when he heard this, and turned around to look. Although his eyes were a little blurry, he recognized his granddaughter at once.
"Oh, You'an, my granddaughter is back!"
Saying that, he stepped forward to meet him with nimble legs. Song Youan rushed over and hugged the old man: "Grandpa, I'm back to see you!"
"Come back, why don't you say hello in advance?"
"It was a temporary decision. I just came to town to do some errands." Song Youan let go of the old man and looked at him. Seeing that he was in good spirits and not much different from when he came back a few months ago, she felt relieved. A lot.
The movement outside also alarmed the old lady and 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 You'an at a glance. She clapped her hands excitedly: "Oh, You'an is back!"
Asking for a monthly ticket!