About ten minutes later, the valve unloading was complete, and the driver also drove back.
Fang Bai then discussed the processing price for the 3-inch gate valves with Boss Qin.
Each piece cost 14 yuan, leaving him with a profit margin of 11 yuan. After deducting the rebate for Hua Feng, he actually received only 9 yuan.
The larger the valve specification, the greater the profit margin.
"Boss Qin, you need to find a way to work overtime and hire more people. Boli Company has a large order volume, and the first batch of two hundred pieces is just a trial run.
I also have ways to get orders from other companies. You can't keep working by yourself; you need to learn how to manage."
"Okay, I'll write a recruitment poster and start hiring in a bit." Seeing Fang Bai secure an order from a second company, Qin Donghai was full of vigor and fighting spirit.
Fang Bai measured the 3-inch gate valve on-site with a caliper and began designing special fixtures and drill jigs for this type of valve.
At noon, Fang Bai handed the design drawings to Boss Qin, and he no longer needed to concern himself with the rest.
Qin Donghai felt that this kind of cooperation was very good; one person handled external affairs and crucial technology, while he only needed to work, earning much more money than before.
In the evening, Qin Donghai wanted to drink with Fang Bai.
Fang Bai wanted to decline, but he couldn't refuse such hospitality and had to agree, knowing that Boss Qin wanted to firmly tie him to the same chariot to continue their cooperation.
Fang Bai returned to school for classes in the afternoon and told his sister to sort out her own dinner in the evening, as he had an engagement.
The dinner was held at a relatively high-end restaurant nearby, with only Fang Bai and Boss Qin present.
Qin Donghai ordered several expensive seafood dishes and brought two bottles of Maotai. This meal was estimated to cost over a hundred yuan.
Currently, a bottle of Feitian Maotai sells for tens of yuan on the market, but if it could be stored for thirty years, it could sell for ten to twenty thousand yuan.
Fang Bai's alcohol tolerance now was truly not as good as in his previous life. In his previous life, his tolerance was trained. At first, he didn't feel anything when the alcohol entered his mouth, but the after-effects were a bit strong. After drinking two liang of alcohol, he felt a bit dizzy a few minutes later.
He tried his best to stay clear-headed to avoid saying anything wrong.
His father-in-law's alcohol tolerance wasn't great either. He didn't drink much normally. After they finished a bottle of wine, their tongues were slurring, just like in his previous life, and they even started calling each other brothers.
How the process went was hard to describe, and Fang Bai couldn't remember it anyway; they almost swore brotherhood by biting fingers and drawing blood.
At first, he had planned well, but who knew his alcohol tolerance was so poor? He was also force-fed by Boss Qin, as if it were intentional.
"Big brother, let me tell you, as long as you can handle the work, I can get you as many orders as you want. As long as we brothers cooperate happily, we can get rich in a year or two and have everything we desire."
"I admire you for that, little brother. I'm good at drinking, but finding orders, no, I don't have that ability!
Come on, keep drinking. Happy cooperation, let's get rich together."
"I can't drink anymore. If I keep going, I won't find the restroom."
"What are you afraid of? I'll help you find it in a bit."
"Okay, let's continue."
"Cheers, brothers, five good ones, six smooth ones!"
"Good brother, eight horses, five queens! Big brother, you lost, come on, drink!"
Fang Bai didn't know how much he had drunk; he was force-fed until he was drunk even if he didn't want to be. When he left the restaurant, he blindly slapped two one-hundred-yuan bills on the counter, but the restaurant owner said the bill had already been paid and stuffed the money back into his pocket.
When he woke up, he checked his watch and saw it was already past midnight. Observing his surroundings, he found himself sleeping in a hotel.
The hotel environment was quite good, with an independent bathroom and toiletries. It seemed Boss Qin had spent money again.
Fang Bai's head still ached, and his mouth was dry. Fortunately, the hotel kettle had warm water, and he gulped down two large cups.
He splashed water on his face in the bathroom and then looked at himself in the mirror; he didn't look like he had lost control while drunk.
However, who the hell knows? Anyway, he couldn't remember anymore.
He tried hard to recall for a long time, but only had a vague impression. Other than the scene where Boss Qin took him to the hotel room, he couldn't remember anything else!
It's over, alcohol truly is a poisonous potion!
"Fortunately, he didn't arrange a girl for me. If Shuyu found out, both her dad and I would have our kidneys harvested by her!"
Fang Bai laughed at himself, wondering what he had said to Boss Qin last night and whether he had mentioned Qin Shuyu's matter.
He tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep. He barely closed his eyes in the latter half of the night; every time he did, he saw Boss Qin chasing him with a hammer!
He finally couldn't bear it and dozed off for a short while as dawn approached!
At around seven in the morning, Fang Bai woke up, left the hotel, and cautiously arrived at Jiayu Processing Factory.
At this time, Qin Donghai was already working.
Seeing Fang Bai approach, he greeted him with a smile: "Little brother, you're here. Don't you want to rest a bit more?"
Hearing Boss Qin address him like that, Fang Bai knew he hadn't said anything he shouldn't have. It seemed he had become a "wicked" brother again in this life, haha.
He still remembered in his previous life when his father-in-law found out about him and his daughter; his face went from red to green to purple, like a Sichuan opera master, chasing him with a hammer as if he had wind-fire wheels on his feet!
Now hearing Boss Qin call him "little brother" felt strange.
Never mind, he would just pretend he didn't know he was Qin Shuyu's father.
"I've slept enough. I came over to check. You should rest. It's better not to operate machines after drinking." Fang Bai said with concern.
Qin Donghai waved his hand with a smile: "Don't worry, I know my body best. If I don't feel well, I won't force it."
"Then you get busy."
Fang Bai confirmed that he hadn't exposed himself last night and left Jiayu Processing Factory with peace of mind.
He planned to go to T City. Of course, he wasn't going there to find valve orders, but for foreign waste.
Picking up used equipment for bargains wasn't as easy as Fang Bai initially imagined. Even with his Golden Finger, it was difficult to find mechanical equipment with large profit margins. It was time-consuming and laborious, so he simply gave up on this money-making avenue.
Instead of tinkering with used equipment, it was better to deal with electronic foreign waste.
Electronic foreign waste requires significant repair skills. For foreigners, hiring a specialized repair technician is not cheap, so they might as well just throw it away and buy a new one.
For Fang Bai, electronic foreign waste was a treasure.
Fang Bai could find the root of problems that were difficult for ordinary people to locate just by touching them with his Golden Finger, saving him the need for even a testing device!
Jiangzhe Province also has a port for importing foreign waste, which is Jiaojiang Port in T City, a well-known "foreign waste" distribution center in the United States.
According to Fang Bai, hundreds of ships carrying electronic waste from the Island Nation, Korea, and the United States arrived at the port daily.
A large amount of foreign waste was unloaded at T City Port, simultaneously giving rise to dozens of dismantling enterprises.
It must be said that the industrial output value generated by industries such as recycling various waste resources accounted for one-third of the total industrial output value of Luqiao District and Jiaojiang District in T City, and the tariffs generated accounted for more than half of T City Customs' total tariffs.
Of course, it also brought severe waste pollution to T City. Many low-level practitioners often experienced various discomforts such as skin redness, itching, and small bumps, and there were also many more serious diseases.
Fang Bai recycled products that had been sorted by dismantling enterprises, with less pollution, so it had no impact on his health.
After deciding, he planned to make a trip to T City.
Wen City is only about a hundred kilometers from T City. There is no highway between the two places yet, and it takes more than two hours by bus.
Fang Bai rushed back to his rented room, packed his luggage, put on his backpack, and left.
His backpack contained his English review materials, a change of clothes, and all his cash.
He was in a hurry and quickly went to the nearby Oubei Passenger Transport Station to buy a bus ticket to T City.
While waiting for the bus, Fang Bai began to review English.
At around ten in the morning, Fang Bai arrived at T City Station. He then took a taxi from the station to Jiaojiang Port.
As soon as he reached his destination, he wanted to escape that place!
Oh my god!
The hundreds of meters long pier was full of garbage piles, emitting a foul odor.
Many workers on site didn't even wear gloves, directly sorting garbage by hand. What had no value was thrown aside, or even burned on the spot.
But there was no other way; for China during this period, this foreign waste was truly a treasure, as the country was severely lacking raw materials.
Fang Bai took a pedicab and asked the driver to take him around while he inquired about the local situation.
For the fare and a cigarette, the driver spoke freely, and Fang Bai learned a lot of information from him.
Of course, Fang Bai also asked many other local people.
By noon, Fang Bai had gathered the information he wanted and also identified his target electronic products.