Chapter 170 High Profits
Originally, Erhu wanted to talk to Xue Guozhong about the dye business, but he didn't expect that the other party would start talking about business with him first.

"Eight hundred yuan!?" Erhu was shocked when he heard the number.

"Don't think it's too expensive. If someone asks me to do this, I won't bother to pay less than two thousand..." Xue Guozhong took a sip from the wine cup and continued, "I also know that you can't afford it. You should go back and ask your boss. If he can't even give you this little money, then what's the point of doing business!"

"Okay, I'll talk to the boss about this later." Erhu nodded.

Erhu definitely believed what Xue Guozhong said. After all, people who could open a factory in the suburbs of Fuzhou these days were not simple people. They all had some background. Otherwise, it would be impossible to open a workshop in Fuzhou just by having some money.

"By the way, what dyes did you bring today?" It was not until this time that Xue Guozhong asked about Erhu's dyes.

"This is a new product developed by our factory, indigo powder, specially used for dyeing jeans." Erhu said, taking out a bottle of sample from his bag.

"Your factory can also produce indigo powder?" Xue Guozhong was stunned for a moment, then said, "Isn't it an imitation of ordinary blue dye?"

"There is absolutely no problem with our products! Didn't we give you a few samples to try last time? You said there were no problems at all."

"The samples you brought before were the most common dyes. I can also buy them from other manufacturers. They are around eight to ten yuan per kilogram. The prices are similar for all colors. Black is the cheapest anyway." Xue Guozhong put a piece of meat in his mouth and continued, "This indigo powder is different. It can be used to dye jeans, and there are too few manufacturers in China. If your stuff is real, it can be worth at least 120 yuan per kilogram! And you won't have trouble selling it!"

"Really?!" Hearing this, Erhu was stunned. He didn't expect the price of indigo powder to be so high. It was more than ten times more expensive than ordinary dyes!
In fact, the current domestic dye prices have always been high.

At that time, the price of a bag of dye (100 grams) in China was 2 yuan, and a kilogram was yuan. It was a low-end dye. As for the dye used by Xue Guozhong Garment Factory, it was of even lower quality. A kilogram could be bought for about ten yuan, and the cost of dye to dye a piece of clothing was only a few cents to a dime.

At that time, imported disperse dyes had better printing and dyeing quality. This dye was said to be non-toxic, non-fading, and bright in color. It was sold for dozens of yuan a bag, and a bag contained only 100 grams. If converted into the price in later generations, it would be comparable to gold!
Therefore, at that time, only a very small number of high-end fashions in China were dyed with imported dyes, and the penetration rate was quite low. After all, the cost was too high.

As for indigo powder, the main reason is that as jeans become more and more popular in China, and there are few manufacturers of this dye, the price of this dye has risen rapidly. As Xue Guozhong said, the domestic price of indigo powder is about 120 yuan per kilogram, which is already the ceiling of the price of domestic dyes.

"If you don't believe it, go and ask around yourself. Anyway, if this thing is real, I will definitely buy it at this price. I'll take as many as you have!" Xue Guozhong said with a raised eyebrow.

"Uh." Hearing this, Erhu was extremely surprised.

You have to know that when their peat farm first started producing fertilizer, a bag of 50 kilograms was only sold for a dozen yuan, and the full net profit for the day was no more than 300 yuan.

But this indigo powder can be sold for 120 yuan per kilogram, and a bag of kilograms would be yuan. Although Erhu doesn't know the production cost of this dye, it is estimated that it will not be very high.

At this moment, Erhu seemed to suddenly understand why Xu Qiang would spend tens of thousands of yuan of his family savings in one go and buy those expensive equipment to produce this dye.

"My small factory does not do jeans business, but there are several other factories like mine in our city that process jeans. They also buy ready-made dyed fabrics from Fufang. If your indigo powder is real, they will definitely buy it at a high price!" Xue Guozhong said.

"Thank you so much, Boss Xue." Erhu said gratefully.

"Why thank me? We are all friends, and it is only natural for us to help each other. I may need your help in the future." Xue Guozhong smiled and said, "But I want to remind you that we must be honest in doing business, and never sell inferior goods as good ones. If the dyes you sell are not good, you don't have to come to Fuzhou anymore, or they will really break your legs!"

"Don't worry about that. Our factory never does such immoral things!" Erhu said, picking up the wine cup and said to Xue Guozhong: "Boss Xue is my benefactor. I will drink first to show my respect!" After Erhu finished speaking, he drank the wine in the cup...

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The next day, at two o'clock in the afternoon on the 30th, the entrance of the staff club of Victory Machinery Factory was decorated with lights and the sound of gongs and drums could be heard.

The entire factory was closed for the holiday one day in advance. Red flags were planted at the factory gate and on both sides of the street. A red banner with the four big characters "Celebrate National Day" was hung at the entrance of the club early on.

The gong and drum team and yangko team organized by the factory's publicity department have already set up their formation in the square in front of the club.

"Boom boom boom! Clang clang clang!"

The sound of gongs and drums was deafening. Dozens of female workers from the factory were wearing festive clothes and dancing with fans. From a distance, it looked like a sea of ​​flowers.

The profile photo and introduction of this year's model worker have been placed on the bulletin board at the entrance of the club. The photo was taken the day before yesterday.

Although Xu Qiang has an average appearance, he does look good in photos, and the other model workers in the propaganda column are all middle-aged or elderly workers, which makes Xu Qiang look even more heroic.

And I don’t know if it was the factory leaders who specifically instructed that Xu Qiang’s photo be placed in the middle of the first row. Plus, he’s quite photogenic, so even though it’s just one photo, he stands out a bit.

In the afternoon, all the factory employees held a commendation meeting in the club. Xu Qiang and other model workers lined up at the entrance of the club half an hour in advance, waiting to enter together.

Xu Qiang was dressed quite smartly today. After all, he was going to give a speech on stage, so he finished work early last night, took a bath, cut his hair short, and in the morning changed into a pair of shiny new leather shoes, straight black trousers, and a sky blue Zhongshan suit, all of which were made in advance by a tailor in town. The workmanship was very fine and the fit was perfect. Under the Zhongshan suit was a snow-white Dacron shirt, which made him look very handsome and capable.

Xu Qiang gently touched the big red flower on his chest, feeling an indescribable feeling in his heart. It had been more than two months since he was reborn into this era, but everything he had experienced seemed like a dream.

More and more employees gathered at the entrance of the club. Xu Qiang, who was smartly dressed, young and handsome, was indeed very conspicuous among a group of older model workers. In addition, he had received amazing salary and bonuses in the past two months, had skills, and was about to be allocated a new house, so many of the young female workers who were watching cast enthusiastic glances at him.

Xu Qiang was not that kind of young boy. Whenever the girls looked at him, Xu Qiang's expression always seemed very natural. But to be honest, perhaps it was because of Xu Qiang's aesthetic taste in later life, he didn't think that many of these female workers were good-looking. Compared with Liu Siying or even Lin Yueying whom he knew now, they were far inferior in both figure and appearance.

"Everyone, please stand aside and let the model workers in first." At 2:30, an officer from the General Factory's Propaganda Department signaled the crowd standing at the entrance of the club to move back, and then shouted to the crowd below: "Xiao Qi, organize the team, we are about to enter."

"Hey." After hearing this, another middle-aged official from the government turned to Xu Qiang and other model workers and shouted, "Comrades, model workers, line up in two rows and get ready to enter."

Afterwards, the door of the club opened and drums and gongs sounded again on both sides.

Several huge loudspeakers on the edge of the clubhouse also played the song "Labor is the Most Glorious". Amid the loud singing, Xu Qiang and others slowly entered the crowded auditorium...

(End of this chapter)