Chapter 336 Fluorescent Agent

After the representatives of the consortium other than Northern Trust got 30 million real gold and silver, their attitude towards Song Ya was much better, "Don't snooze boy, the chemical industry is not that simple."

"I'll leave this place to the professionals, don't worry."

Song Ya is now the owner of this place. He stood at the door, shook hands with the people in the consortium in turn, and sent them away.

"Please continue to maintain the production order. The military needs your company to continuously provide quality products."

The white colonel put on his military cap and was about to shake hands and leave, "Please wait a moment, Heinrich... Lieutenant Colonel." Song Ya hurriedly called him back, "Please sit down first."

"This year, the Bahn fluorescent agent factory is expected to lose 2.7 million knives. Can the military raise the purchase price appropriately..."

It is best to be able to reverse the loss. No matter whether it can be achieved or not, Song Ya will always try to mention it.

"Can't."

The other party ruthlessly refused, "At the beginning, you won the bid for a ten-year contract. It has only been four years since then, and there is no room for discussion in terms of price. Moreover, competing products on the market have begun to catch up. Your next contract If you want to get it, I’m afraid you have to lower the price.”

"That's it..."

Song Yahe glanced at the new general manager of Bahn Chemical, who gave him a helpless wry smile.

"And what about this?"

Song Ya signaled Samuel to hand over a document to the other party, which was a security contract signed between an affiliated company appointed by the military and the Bahn fluorescent agent factory, "500,000 dollars a year, we... no, I won't be able to afford it in the future of."

"This is also necessary. We must ensure the security of the confidential technology. After your company won the bid, the military once paid part of the research and development costs, and the military also has ownership of those technologies." The other party refused again.

"But didn't you just say that the competing products on the market are gradually catching up? There is no need to be as strict as before, right? How about just making cuts? I plan to provide a new security of around $250,000 contract to meet the minimum standards set by the military..."

Song Ya persisted, "I have to do everything possible to turn this factory into a profit, otherwise I don't rule out closing it down at that time."

"Sorry, this is not within my remit."

The other party stood up again,

"But I have no objection in principle, you can talk to the people from the security company."

"Ok, thanks."

Song Ya immediately asked the general manager to call the boss of the security company, "Tell them this is a notice." He told the general manager to bluff.

"New boss, new atmosphere ah?"

These security companies have all-hands and eyes, and sometimes they directly send mercenaries to help with dirty work that the military is not suitable for. However, the other party also knows the current predicament of Bahn Chemical and has not made any major struggles. "Then I will be stationed there. Half of the security personnel withdrew."

Song Ya was so happy that she agreed directly.

Saving 250,000 yuan a year is far from enough. After the knife goes down, the executives of the fluorescent agent factory, including the general manager, look at Song Ya anxiously, for fear that he will cut him.

"You are safe for now."

Song Ya flipped through the employee roster to reassure them. This company only has nearly fifty employees, and less than half of the blue-collar workers are actually on the front line of production. The rest, including the management, are all highly educated scientific research engineers majoring in chemical engineering. Moreover, it is Old Barn, a knowledgeable industry insider who has streamlined the configuration after layoffs, so there should be no room for further layoffs.

"We have to re-employ some engineers from the original Bahn Chemical. The contract signed between the old Bahn and Huaguo Enterprise includes providing after-sales equipment and dispatched personnel to guide the construction of the new factory there."

Song Ya took out another document, "There are already five engineers in Huaguo, and about ten more people have to be rehired."

"These are high-end talents in the big chemical industry. Re-employment plus expatriate allowances are not a small expense. Many laid-off engineers have already started new jobs..."

The new general manager said in embarrassment.

"Are any of the people who built the factory retired? Surely they would like to come back and do this job?"

Song Ya had learned about the situation in advance, and he handed over a thick roster of former Bahn Chemical employees to the other party, "You can contact those old men, I will reduce the security cost by 250,000 dollars a year to spend on it Yes. Also, the modifications to the appearance of the factory requested by Edward also need to find a construction company to complete on schedule."

"Ok, no problem."

After a brief communication about the matters that need to be dealt with urgently, and a brief chat with the executives, Song Ya feels that these people's thinking is more scientific, and he believes that as long as a better product is developed, everything will be fine. He is temporarily satisfied, at least at this stage He doesn't need particularly cunning professional managers in this factory.

"Then would you like to visit our factory?"

The general manager suggested.

"OK."

Song Ya followed them and began to visit. The group first came to the computer room, where the UNIX workstation system was used, the equipment provider was SUN, and the data was stored on small magnetic tapes similar to record cassettes.

"There's no danger of hacking, is there? Like what happened to the First National Bank in Chicago."

Song Yana learned and sold the movies she had watched.

"No, our internal network is physically isolated from the outside world." A technician explained.

"Ah That's good."

Song Ya nodded pretending to understand, walked around inside with her hands behind her back, and then went out.

There are people from the security company standing guard here. They wear uniforms. Since they do not rely on the fluorescent agent factory for salary, their attitude is quite bad.

The group left the office building again and walked into the small factory area opposite, "Do a good job of fire prevention." Song Ya went to the warehouse to check the various documents and chemical raw materials of the original Bahn Chemical that had been piled up by the porters before leaving Entering the production plant area, front-line workers are busy in front of the equipment in an orderly manner.

This company has two products, one is the raw material of fluorescent agent for the military, white solid, after coming off the production line, it is packed into a standard storage tank, and then the workers use a forklift to transport it into a small confidential warehouse for timely supply. goods.

There is also a fluorescent agent for civilian use, which has very low sales. "Our product is non-toxic, tasteless, non-flammable and non-radioactive. It is very safe, and it emits cold light..."

The general manager asked the worker to open a storage tank, which contained a slightly yellowish paint-like viscous fluid, "Look." He stretched out his index finger to dip a little out, then put it into another chemical substance and stirred it.

"Isn't it interesting?" The green light on the finger he took out has already begun to glow, "Would you like to try it?" To prove that it is not toxic, he scratched his face a few more times, "Turn off the light and see. "

"No, no, no."

Song Ya looked back slightly in disgust at the few green lights in the darkness. He didn't believe a word of what the other party said. In the past, there were toy dealers in the United States who made radioactive materials into scientific toys and sold them to children. , The propaganda at that time was also non-toxic and harmless, beneficial to the body and mind.

"So roughly what direction is this thing going to be used?" he asked.

"Emergency lighting, but the maintenance time of this product is a little short, less than half an hour. We are working hard on research and development, and I believe there will be improvements."

The general manager took the cups handed over by the workers and cleaned them while saying, "So we can't compete with those similar products that have added harmful substances."

"How about cutting off this product line?" Song Ya feels that it is useless. Human emergency lighting is originally for emergency use, and the luminous substances are harmful, and no one will foolishly touch them with the skin.

"That will also affect the military's supply. This is a by-product, which is determined by the chemical reaction chain."

The general manager dismissed his thoughts, "That's it for now."

Leaving the factory, he returned to A+ Records, "What's wrong?" He saw everyone talking around the TV.

"APLUS, just right, we are all watching MJ's Dangerous Tour Bucharest concert, together?"

Yeremov greeted him.

"The one HBO bought for more than ten million pounds?"

Song Ya walked to the front of the crowd. On the sofa, Fergie and Amy Adams were cuddling together and eating popcorn. He sat down between the two women, and opened his arms to hug each other from left to right.

"Open your mouth." Amy Adams fed him popcorn.

Everyone else in the company pretended not to see this scene.

"MJ's fans are so crazy..." Fergie looked enviously at the concert scene on the screen. Fans who were crowded to the point of fainting were being carried out. MJ was standing motionless on the stage. Eastern European fans no matter what Men and women, all looked at him and screamed crazily, with tears in their eyes.

"What is he doing?" Song Ya asked.

"He didn't have to move or say a word, and the stage effect surpassed all other singers." Yeremov replied.

Song Ya looked at Fergie and Amy who were watching MJ Fan nympho on the TV attentively and adoringly, and felt a little pantomime in her heart, "There are so many people at the scene, and those fans are still holding lighters and candles, aren't they afraid of lack of oxygen? "

"What is hypoxia?"

Yeremov replied: "His fans are willing to die for him. I heard that some fans died of a heart attack on the spot during the previous concerts."

"HBO's broadcast ratings have exceeded 20%!" An employee reported loudly from behind.

"Wow, HBO is a cable channel. No one can help them achieve such sky-high ratings except MJ." Yeremov sighed.

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