The largest wig market is now in the United States. If Song Tianyao doesn't cooperate with us, he will have to spend his energy going to the United States to contact distributors again. The production volume of one factory cannot compete with the market share of Kimei International Trading Company, which is supplied by ten factories.
Expanding the scale and promoting the brand would have prevented Song Tianyao from neglecting the United States market in the first place; these two points are contradictory.
With orders from the three major department stores, he could easily make a profit of almost Hong Kong dollars 800,000 per month, after deducting costs and expenses. It's unlikely he'd just leave that money sitting in the bank. Instead of focusing on expanding the market, could he be planning to buy stocks at the bottom of the Hong Kong stock market? Is he betting on an opportunity after the Korean War ends?
Tang Boqi recalled the series of stock market figures Song Tianyao had mentioned at Huang Kee Noodle Shop. Those figures proved that Song Tianyao had put a lot of effort into the Hong Kong stock market. Could it be that this guy had invested his money in the stock market?
If your mind isn't on the fakes business and you want to make money in the stock market, why bother suddenly turning against these fakes business people?
No matter how he thought about it, Tang Boqi couldn't understand Song Tianyao's behavior. However, stocks were another possibility. Tomorrow, he would ask his secretary to help him contact a stockbroker to talk to him and learn about the recent situation in the Hong Kong stock market.
However, regardless of the circumstances, it is now a foregone conclusion that the wig market will be dominated by Kimei International Trading Company.
Let Song Tianyao use whatever means he wants; Tang Boqi will accept them. An order of US dollars 350,000 per quarter amounts to US dollars 1.4 million per year, and it will continue to increase as the number of factories grows. US dollars 1.4 million is equivalent to Hong Kong dollars 42 million, and this is just the first year's revenue for Kimei International Trading Company.
Faced with this enormous sum, Song Tianyao was utterly powerless to shake the interests of the ten factory owners who were already closely intertwined.
Chapter 272 Making a Move?
After escorting Meng Wanqing back to her residence, Song Tianyao returned to the factory. His face was no longer as gloomy as it had been when he confronted Tang Boqi and the others at the Bivero Building. Sitting behind his desk, he took a cup of tea that Lou Fengyun had poured for him, held it in his hands, and said with a smile:
"Have you found out how much stock each factory had previously stored?"
Lou Fengyun helped Song Tianyao tidy up the messy newspapers and documents on his desk, saying, "I've checked. Everyone is cautious when they first start a business. Even the large companies like the Tang family's Xingye Factory only have enough raw materials for less than a season, and some only have enough for a month."
"Where are the Xia Zuoji brothers?" Song Tianyao asked Lou Fengyun after taking a sip of tea.
"You helped Xia Zuoji get a loan of Hong Kong dollars 1.5 million from HSBC before, and now all his attention is on his garment company. Currently, his younger brother Xia Harry is managing the entire wig business. Those factories also want to get large quantities of goods from Xia Harry, but Xia Harry has foresight. Seeing that there are too many factories, he is only willing to supply a little bit now. He obviously wants to wait for a factory to get impatient and take the initiative to drive up the price and buy raw materials for him. You had me use Hong Kong dollars 150,000 to buy all the raw materials he had stockpiled in the Hong Kong warehouse, which is exactly what he wanted. I think he will definitely be preparing to ask for an exorbitant price next time." Lou Fengyun walked up to Song Tianyao, opened the drawer of his desk, and put away the Hong Kong Hong Kong dollars, matches and other small odds and ends on the desk.
Song Tianyao gently put his arm around Lou Fengyun's waist from behind and pulled her onto his lap. "During these past few days, when I took Wanqing to Japan to check out the factory and incidentally gave Tang Boqi time to openly seize the position of industry association president, did you feel a pang of jealousy?"
With Song Tianyao holding her on his lap, Lou Fengyun stopped what she was doing, turned her head to look at Song Tianyao, then looked away and sat quietly in front of Song Tianyao without saying a word.
"Taking a woman to relax at the factory, what's there to complain about?" After a while, Lou Fengyun leaned back slightly, rested her head on Song Tianyao's chin, and said softly.
"After that Scribe Hui hurriedly Mei Dirang- rang to you, he went back to making uniforms for the Britain soldiers. That guy, how much can you make from uniforms? Selling military supplies was the most profitable thing at the beginning. Don't even mention five thousand sets of uniforms, even ten thousand sets might not earn as much as one opportunity to sell military supplies for a dozen or so barracks. But I didn't expect Xia Zuoji to also open a garment factory. Scribe Hui got lucky. If the opportunity is right, Xia Zuoji's garment factory might be a bargain for him. I'll pay the loan, Scribe Hui won't have to put in any money and can manage another factory." Song Tianyao said, his arms around Lou Fengyun's lower abdomen.
Lou Fengyun, savoring the moment of tenderness with Song Tianyao, said languidly, "That Mei Dirang called from India specifically to say that he has received seven thousand Braids."
"Let him keep collecting; it's not enough, there's still a long way to go. In a month, we'll ostentatiously ship the hair back to Hong Kong. Don't rush, he won't be shortchanged a penny." Song Tianyao gently turned Lou Fengyun's body, letting her straddle his lap, and stroked a strand of long hair that fell across her cheek. "A year and a half, at most a year and a half. After we've finished with business, I'll take you on a trip. Where do you want to go?"
Lou Fengyun placed her hands on Song Tianyao's chest and thought seriously for a moment, "Malaysia, I want to go to Malaysia Johor State. I asked around about my father before. Some people said that he fell seriously ill before reaching Malaysia and was thrown into the sea by smugglers. Others said that he fell ill and died after arriving in Malaysia and was buried in the coolie cemetery. Even if I can't find his tombstone, I want to go there to see him and pay my respects. After all, my mother was still thinking about him when she passed away."
"Okay, I'll remember to go with you then." Song Tianyao nodded gently, then leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes to rest.
Lou Fengyun looked at this man who remained composed even in front of Meng Wanqing, only revealing this weariness and exhaustion in front of her alone, and asked:
What are you thinking about?
With his eyes closed, Song Tianyao gently pulled the woman into his arms, as if murmuring to himself:
"Either set rules for this industry, or abide by those rules, or you'll die in the chaos of business, or... how about you sleep in my room tonight?"