The Capitalist’s Spoiled Young Master? Perfect to Take Home as a Husband

Chapter 166

"How many do you want, Factory Manager?" Song Nianchu did not answer directly, but instead asked a question in return.

"That depends on your pricing. If the price is cheap, I will buy more, but if it is expensive, it will definitely be fewer. To be honest with you, our village doesn't have much available funds right now." The factory manager felt a little ashamed saying this.

After taking on the role of factory manager, he had thought of many ways to improve the factory's profitability, but with little success. The fundamental reason was that their efficiency couldn't keep up.

Therefore, he cared so much about the cooperation with Song Nianchu. As long as efficiency increased, profits would naturally follow.

"The factory manager and I are old acquaintances. When I delivered goods to the factory before, you never made things difficult for me. Since the factory is facing such difficulties, I will let you use the machines for free," Song Nianchu said after a moment of thought.

"For free? Are you sure?" Before the factory manager could speak, He Zhiyuan, who was sitting to the side, couldn't sit still and exclaimed.

His voice was so loud that it startled the factory manager, who looked up and glared at him angrily.

He Zhiyuan belatedly realized that he seemed to have offended his factory manager and repeatedly bowed in apology.

"Factory Manager, I didn't mean to."

"I know. Stop making a fuss and sit down." The factory manager wasn't truly angry; he just felt a bit regretful that his subordinates weren't as steady and reliable as Song Nianchu.

But in reality, his own hands were trembling slightly, though he maintained a calm appearance on the surface.

"Comrade Song, what do you mean by free use? Making these machines requires manpower and resources, not to mention time. How can you let us use them for free?"

"Then just pay us a little rent. This way, you can save a lot of upfront costs. Our village also uses this cooperation model," Song Nianchu said.

"Rent?" Hearing this, the factory manager's trembling hands steadied a bit.

"Yes, we will charge a ten percent rent for each machine. For example, if you make a hundred dollars using this machine, you will give us ten dollars as rent," Song Nianchu explained.

"Isn't that a bit too cheap?" The factory manager had just opened his mouth, but He Zhiyuan beat him to it again.

This time, the factory manager really wanted to kick him out.

Who ever complains that the other party's quote is too low during a business negotiation!

Meeting the factory manager's gaze, He Zhiyuan immediately clamped his mouth shut, indicating he wouldn't interrupt again.

The factory manager took a deep breath, adjusted his emotions, and looked back at Song Nianchu.

"Chu, did you just say that your village also uses this cooperation model?"

"Yes. This net-weaving machine might look simple, but it's quite troublesome to make. More importantly, it requires various maintenance and upkeep later on, and even secondary upgrades, so the price isn't cheap. I thought that since I'm cooperating with the village and we are all family, I'd let them use it first and pay us rent after they make money," Song Nianchu said slowly.

He Zhiyuan wanted to speak again, but the factory manager was prepared this time and stared straight at him before he could open his mouth.

He Zhiyuan immediately swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue and covered his mouth with both hands.

Only then did the factory manager look at Song Nianchu with peace of mind.

"Comrade Song, you truly are kind-hearted."

A ten percent rent sounded like a lot, but the machines were given to them for free use. Without the machines, they wouldn't be able to earn the remaining ninety percent either.

"What if we buy a machine in full? What is the price?" the factory manager thought for a moment and asked.

After all, they were a factory, unlike the villagers who had no income at all.

Although the rental model seemed to save the factory a lot of money upfront, they would have to pay an extra ten percent rent on every sum of money they made later on. In the long run, they would be losing out.

Song Nianchu held up one finger.

"One... one hundred dollars?" the factory manager asked tentatively.

"Not one hundred, one thousand," Song Nianchu corrected.

"What? That machine outside costs one thousand dollars?" The factory manager was so shocked that his voice cracked.

"The price is a bit high, but our net-weaving machine is the only one of its kind in the entire county. Besides the large machines in the provincial capital, you absolutely won't find a better machine than ours. What's more, we provide lifetime after-sales service and upgrades. If the machine naturally ages or has quality issues, we guarantee repairs and returns," Song Nianchu threw out another big bait.

What she wanted was long-term benefits, so the price was naturally higher.

The factory manager's lips moved, wanting to say something, but then he remembered what it was like when he had just used the net-weaving machine.

It was indeed slower than those large machines he had seen in the provincial capital, and it required manual operation, but those large machines cost tens or even hundreds of thousands. One thousand dollars really wasn't that high.

After all, machines capable of increasing productivity were very expensive anywhere right now.

"Comrade Song, we need quite a few machines here. Could you make the rent a bit cheaper for us?" The factory manager hesitated for a long time, still wanting to push the rent down a bit.

After all, their factory had many additional expenses. A ten percent rent was indeed a bit high; only a fool like He Zhiyuan would think it was cheap.

"How many machines do you want, Factory Manager?" Song Nianchu didn't rush to refuse.

"I'll take five hundred units first." The factory manager extended his palm as he spoke, then asked in a negotiating tone, "Can we lower the rent to five percent?"

"Factory Manager, you're cutting off a huge chunk right from the start. Our machines also cost money to make. Five percent is a bit too low," Song Nianchu said slowly.

"Then add another one percent. Six percent!"

"Eight percent."

"Seven percent. This is my highest offer; I can't go any higher." The factory manager gritted his teeth.

"Alright, then eight percent it is. After all, you and I are old acquaintances, and I really feel bad haggling with you anymore." Song Nianchu put on a helpless look.

However, the factory manager could tell that Song Nianchu seemed quite satisfied with this eight percent. He secretly thought he had been a bit too hasty; perhaps if he had stuck to five percent without letting go, she would have agreed too.

But since the words had already been spoken, he naturally wouldn't take them back.

Furthermore, just as he had thought earlier, without these machines, he wouldn't be able to get that extra eighty-plus percent of the profits anyway.

He decided to consider it a win-win. After all, in this day and age, intellectual design was the most valuable thing.

The factory manager glanced at Mu Shi'an, who was busy outside in the yard, and a smile touched the corners of his lips.

"Comrade Song, you really recruited a great live-in son-in-law."

"I think so too." Song Nianchu's eyebrows raised slightly.

"Then it's settled. We will pay an eight percent rent per machine. When can you deliver them?" The factory manager was also open-minded; once he thought it through, he stopped dwelling on the rent.

The more he gave her, the more he would earn himself.