Chapter 394 Xinghua Electronics
Through the car window, you can see the shops in this market lined up next to each other.
After getting off the bus, we walked into a small alley-like street. Every store was filled with goods.
Apart from the fact that the store is filled with goods that have a very retro feel, it looks very much like the South China City of later generations.
The road between the stores is less than three meters wide and can only accommodate two handcarts traveling side by side.
Basically, there is no chance of vehicles entering because there are a lot of people walking around in every alley here.
There were people with yellow skin, white skin, black skin, and even Indians. Everyone was in a hurry, busy with their heads down on the road.
Occasionally, you can see a cart full of goods passing by and shouting.
I randomly walked into a store that was no more than three meters wide, with shelves filled with large and small, new and old tape recorders.
A woman in her thirties who looked like the boss's wife was holding a microphone around her neck and talking loudly while writing something in a notebook with both hands.
Behind the shelf where the proprietress was sitting, there was obviously a compartment, with the light of welding wire flashing constantly inside.
Obviously, there should be a worker, or a boss, repairing the machine inside.
"Tell me what you like, I don't have time to greet you."
After hanging up the phone, the proprietress looked up at Fang Xiang and the few people who followed Fang Xiang, and said something casually.
Then he picked up the phone again and started placing orders.
It looks like a new deal has just been concluded.
No wonder Hong Kong Island is known as one of the Four Asian Tigers. A shop of only a dozen square meters is so busy.
Fang Xiang looked at the tape recorders on the shelf, but apart from a few small portable players that brought back childhood memories of his previous life, he didn't see anything interesting.
As Fang Xiang walked out of the store, a man in a hurry almost bumped into him.
It turned out that the man was holding a mobile phone in his hand and cursing.
"Those three are screwed! Don't do business with them anymore!
If you insist on doing business with them, you must collect the full payment. This bunch of curries have no credibility at all.
Flop..."
This man was cursing at the big brother, while the other party was trying to give him an apologetic look.
Such a divisive scene, but there is no sense of incongruity at all.
After passing each other, Fang Xiang looked at the middle-aged man who was still cursing and continued walking forward.
After unable to suppress a smile, I walked to the store opposite.
"What goods do you want?"
A middle-aged man in his forties had a cigarette in his mouth, his eyes fixed on the TV in front of him.
When Fang Xiang heard the sound coming from the TV, he immediately remembered the Marseille he had watched that day.
After a quick look around, I saw that this store was filled with televisions.
From small 12-inch black and white TVs to 19-inch color Philips TVs, almost all sizes are covered, and there are nearly ten brands.
It looks like this is a store that sells televisions.
Fang Xiang shook his head, walked out of the store and continued walking along the alley.
This alley is about a hundred meters long, and there are at least fifty stores on both sides, selling both retail and wholesale.
But there was nothing that Fang Xiang was interested in.
“Isn’t there an electronics factory?
where is it? "
At the end of the alley, there is a horizontal row of stores, which, like the alley we just passed, sell a variety of electronic products.
However, these were not what Fang wanted to find, so he simply turned his head and looked at the guide who brought him here today.
“Professor, the factory is over there.
But we don’t have a reservation, I’m afraid...”
A young man wearing glasses, less than 30 years old, said nervously.
He was an office worker at Great Wall Industrial, named Tang Wenchang. As his family was from Yuen Long, he temporarily acted as a guide and accompanied Fang to see the industrial zone.
"It's okay, let's go check it out."
Fang Xiang looked up in the direction of Tang Wenchang's finger.
Sure enough, there were a dozen chimneys over there, emitting black, gray or white smoke.
We got back in the car and, under the guidance of the guide, drove to the nearest factory.
"Liu Ji Shiyun Electronics Factory"
"Xinwei Electronics Factory"
"Jiehui Electronics"
"Eight-way Colorful Journey"
"Yongsheng Electronics"
"Xinghua Electronics Co., Ltd."
"stop!"
When he saw Xinghua Electronics, Fang Xiang suddenly remembered what Yang Zhongwei had mentioned yesterday about the most famous electronics brand in Hong Kong, and shouted "Stop".
The BMW stopped steadily at the door of the factory.
"Go and ask the factory, saying I'm a businessman from the mainland and would like to discuss cooperation and ask if I can come and visit."
Fang Xiang looked at Tang Wenchang who was sitting in the front row.
"Ok"
Tang Wenchang nodded, immediately opened the car door and walked to the closed door.
Just like in China, there is a guardhouse at the entrance of this factory, and a middle-aged man with a lame leg is guarding it.
When Tang Wenchang walked to the gate, the lame middle-aged man was leading a dog and waving a stick.
He seemed to be saying something.
However, the car windows were closed at this time, and there were factories everywhere, so the noise was too loud, so Fang Xiang didn't hear what the man was shouting.
Soon, the middle-aged man who was waving the stick just now looked at the BMW 740 that Fang Xiang was riding in and the two BMWs following behind.
He turned around, said a few more words, and returned to the guard booth.
"Boss, we can go in now."
Tang Wenchang jogged back, opened the car door, got in, then turned to look at Fang Xiang.
"Ah."
Fang Xiang nodded.
The driver started immediately and the front of the car hit the big iron gate.
Afterwards, the big iron gate was immediately opened by the lame man. The dog was also tied to the door of the sentry box, watching the cars vigilantly.
After entering the iron gate, three cars stopped on the open space of the factory.
"What's your name, sir? I'm the manager of Xinghua Electronics. My last name is Chen. You can call me Chen Jiarun."
As soon as Tang Wenchang opened the car door, Fang Xiang saw a middle-aged man standing in front of him with a smile on his face.
"My name is Fang. I'm from the mainland. I want to visit your factory to see if there is any opportunity for cooperation."
Fang Xiang got out of the car and shook the hand extended by Manager Chen of Xinghua Electronics.
He said with a smile.
“Welcome, welcome.
Xinghua Electronics is the largest electronic equipment manufacturer in Hong Kong Island.
The factory covers an area of 15 acres. In addition to this factory, Xinghua Electronics has two larger factories.
But not here, in Tsuen Wan.
However, this factory has the latest equipment and products.
this way please. "
Manager Chen smiled, bent slightly, and stretched out his hand to make a gesture of invitation.
“This is our mold workshop.
We can customize the corresponding membrane according to the customer's requirements, and even put our own logo on it.
This is our assembly workshop, where the produced and purchased spare parts are assembled into finished products.
This is our production workshop. We have obtained authorization for many intellectual property rights in Japan and Europe and the United States, and can produce electronic boards and circuit boards of various specifications.
It can be used on radios, televisions, washing machines, VCRs, refrigerators, and air conditioners.
The equipment in the other two factories will be older.
It can only produce black and white TVs and electrical appliances with fewer functions.”
Manager Chen took Fang Xiang to visit each workshop.
And the explanation is very detailed.
“Can it be used on cars?”
After visiting several main workshops, Fang Xiang also understood the main business of this factory.
After the two of them walked out of the production workshop, Fang Xiang turned around and took a look at the workers sitting in front of the production line, operating the machinery and doing repetitive work.
They were neither wearing work clothes nor masks.
Basically, there is no protection at all.
I sighed secretly in my heart, but still asked the question that concerned him most.
