1996 I can hear the voice of the reborn son

After eating, Zheng Ming led all the high-level managers in the factory to the conference room.

Wang Han looked at the contract that Zheng Ming had prepared a long time ago.

The contract was signed by the food factory, the industry and commerce and Wang Han.

A middle-aged man with a square face came from the businessman.

"Yes, the contract is fine." Wang Han looked at the contract, and then said to Guozilian.

The Chinese character face was stamped, the food factory stamped it, and Wang Han took out the official seal of Haohan Holdings Group to stamp it.

The contract is in triplicate, each of the three parties holds one copy.

"Wang Dong, the contract has come into effect, how will you pay the 5000 million to the bank?" Guozilian asked.

"I'll just ask China Bank to transfer the debt to my name. In addition, I will change the name of the food factory to Haohan Foods, and at the same time inject another 300 million in capital. Do you want to follow suit?" Wang Han asked.

Chinese character face?

He was bewildered.

He just came to sign the contract, and it didn't say that this guy would inject capital.

With the capital injection coming in, wouldn't the shares in the food factory be diluted?

"Wang Dong, are you kidding me?" Guozi looked at Wang Han seriously and asked.

"I'm not kidding," Wang Han said.

In fact, he didn't want to inject capital, but the food factory didn't have start-up capital at all without capital injection.

The best situation he expected was that the industrial and commercial side would also inject capital, so that the food factory would have more working capital.

Of course, it doesn't matter if he doesn't inject capital, as long as he gets some more shares.

"Wang Dong, I need to discuss this matter with Boss Wang." Guo Zilian said.

After finishing speaking, he borrowed the phone from the food factory to call Wang Shang.

"If he wants to inject capital, let him invest. Anyway, he only has a few shares, and I will give him any more. I still care about this?"

Wang Shang, who was still busy in the bureau, said angrily.

Guozilian quickly told Wang Han the news.

It just so happens that the three parties are all there, so just re-schedule the contract.

The entire factory is worth 5000 million, and Wang Han injected 300 million and got another [-]% of the shares.

Now that he owns 90.00% of the shares, if he wants to, he can easily kick out the industry and commerce.

But it's not necessary.

Wang Han called Yuan An on the spot, and 300 million was quickly transferred to the food factory's account.

As for the 5000 million yuan for the purchase of the food factory, Wang Han also asked Yuan An to handle it.

Since the food factory borrowed from other banks, Yuan An needed to take Wang Han's information on a trip to transfer the other bank's debts to Wang Han's personal name.

"Director Wang, it's a bit of a loss for you to spend 5000 million on this food factory." Yuan An said on the other end of the phone.

She had also known Wang Han for a long time, so she said.

"It's not a loss. After buying this food factory, they also gave me an office building, which is under my name." Wang Han said.

Yuan An on the other end of the phone felt a little sour.

[I'm sorry, buy one get one free is how it came about? 】

Wang Yun on the side was a little emotional.

"Director Wang, we will help repay the food factory's loan, and then transfer the debt to China."

"This period will involve the interest on the loan over there, and you need to repay the previous loan for the large loan here."

On the other end of the phone, Yuan An who recovered said.

After her reminder, Wang Han remembered that when he bought the garment factory last year, he transferred the debt of more than 300 million yuan to his name.

And when he bought the house, he also took out a loan.

"If you don't tell me I've forgotten about it, you can just take it from my card if you want to pay it back." Wang Han said.

Yuan An responded, and after hanging up the phone, he quickly went to deal with Wang Han's affairs.

After Wang Han hung up the phone, he found that Zheng Ming, Guo Zilian and other high-level food factory executives were all looking at him in surprise.

"Director Wang, how much money have you deposited in China Bank? You only need someone from the phone bank to arrange for you?" Zheng Ming asked curiously.

He has dealt with banks a lot these years. Every time he goes to the bank, he has to wait in line when he is unlucky, including when repaying the interest on the loan.

"Not much, just a little money." Wang Han said.

If the money is not revealed, he will not say it.

However, he estimated that he had 700 million before the May Day holiday, and he took 1000 million from Haohan Apparel when he came back after the holiday.

During this period of seventy-eight eighty-eight expenses and loan repayments, he should only have a little over 1000 million in his card now.

As for why Yuan An could do things for him with just a phone call, Wang Han really didn't know.

Last year when he had something to do, he called Yuan An, and Yuan An didn't refuse.

[Hehe, Lao Wang's Haohan costumes have a turnover of hundreds of millions every month, so of course the people in the bank will give priority to his affairs. 】

【This person used to be a factory manager anyway, why doesn't he even understand this? 】

Wang Yun looked at Zheng Ming, thinking in his heart, and glanced at his mouth.

"Director Wang, the matter has been settled, so I'll go back and report to Boss Wang. From now on, this factory will be yours." Seeing that it's okay to stay there, Guo Zilian said.

Wang Han nodded.

Zheng Ming called a deputy factory manager to send the Chinese character face.

"Wang Dong, I'll take you around our factory." Zheng Ming said at this time.

Wang Han nodded.

A group of people walked out of the meeting room.

Soon, everyone came to the workshop.

This is a huge open space.

"We have a total of thirty workshops, and ten workshops are still in production."

"The things that the three workshops are producing are: canned fruit, canned meat, biscuits, and others belong to OEM."

Zheng Ming introduced Wang Han one by one.

Wang Han nodded slowly.

[Such a large factory only produces these things in the end? 】

Wang Yun was very disdainful.

[There is no shortage of fruit these days, okay? The domestic fruit market went downhill a few years ago.Unless these canned fruits can be transported to Mao Xiong next door, but the journey is too far, it is completely thankless. 】

[To make canned fruit is better than to make dried fruit, this thing is very good even if the three mice of later generations don't have it! 】

[As for the biscuits, this one is just so-so.You can continue to do it with a little innovation.Biscuits these days should be big squares, with a layer of white sugar on the outside, and there will be no market in the future. 】

[Canned meat, this thing... might as well be ham sausage. 】

Wang Yun kept complaining in his heart.

Hearing these complaints, Wang Han silently memorized them.

He can use these things later.

"By the way, Xiaoyun, Xiaomanman, do you have anything you want to eat?"

"You said, Grandpa asked someone to fetch it for you. There are a lot of delicious snacks and soft drinks in this factory."

Zheng Ming looked at Wang Yun and Xiao Manman and asked, looking very proud.

From now on, he will work under Wang Han, and he has to perform.

A group of people following Zheng Ming were also eager to try, and they were going to get Wang Yun something to eat when Wang Yun spoke.

Xiao Manman shook her head.

She had only had lunch not long ago.

"Okay, then I want to eat spicy strips, Grandpa Zheng, do you have any here?" Wang Han asked.

Zheng Ming?

He froze for a moment.

The people behind him were also stunned, looking at each other in blank dismay.

Spicy strips?

what is this?

They don't have it here.

There are quite a lot of OEM jelly and drinks.

"Xiaoyun, I don't have this, you can change it." Zheng Ming said.

A look of disappointment appeared on Wang Yunxiaoyuan's face appropriately.

"Then I want to eat chicken feet with pickled peppers. Grandpa, do you have any here?" Wang Yun continued.

Zheng Ming?

Zheng Ming shook his head.

The crowd was silent.

They were embarrassed.

I wanted to show off, but they didn't have what the young master wanted.

"Forget it. It seems that there is nothing to eat here." Wang Yun continued to say with a look of disappointment.

[Hehe, if you have these two things now, it will be absolutely useless! 】

【Look at your arrogance just now, I really didn't mean to hit you. 】

Wang Yun thought in his heart.

Wang Han looked at this brat, smiled wryly and shook his head.

However, he silently wrote down the spicy strips and chicken feet in his heart.

"Old Zheng, what is the monthly profit of your OEM?" Wang Han asked at this time, which could be regarded as finding a way for Zheng Ming and others who were in embarrassment.

"Director Wang, we are not making a profit, so we can barely pay our employees' salaries. At the end of the past few years, we still need industrial and commercial funds..."

At the end of Zheng Ming's speech, he was too embarrassed to speak.

In fact, his name, the largest food factory in central Sichuan, is a bit misleading.

"How about the sales of canned fruit, canned meat, and biscuits?" Wang Han continued to ask.

It doesn't matter if the OEM doesn't make money, as long as the self-operated ones are not too bad.