Other-Worldly Restaurant of A Stay-at-Home Dad

Chapter 1662

"Go away, let me in!"

"Do you know who I am?"?! How dare you stop me! I'll let you all go

Cried Cyril hysterically, looking at the closed door and the two Orc guards who had just carried him out.

"I'm a doorman. I'm depressed all day. My salary is only enough for breakfast. Love has nothing to do with me. I'm just a doorman. I don't know who you are." A good-looking Orc shook his head.

Another guard didn't know where to find a bag of bear biscuits. He ate them on his own and muttered: "I'm a guard. I like to eat bear biscuits."

"I..." Cyril clenched her fist and looked at the two security guards who didn't pay any attention to him. She was so angry that she couldn't help it.

This is Gloria's factory. People are Gloria's people. He really can't do anything about them.

"Well, Gloria, I can see through you. As long as I can make it through this time, and when I become the head of the Molton family, I won't make your family feel better!" Cyril got into the carriage in a huff.

"Where are you going now, young master?" The coachman asked cautiously.

Cyril sat in the carriage and thought for a long time, grabbing her scalp. She said in a deep voice, "go to the Maimi restaurant!"

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"If the ordinary way is to rebuild the textile system of the Molton family, my grandfather would not be able to do it, let alone I am such an inexperienced person." Gloria shook her head with a smile. "I shut down all the production related industries such as spinning and weaving. The purpose is to turn the textile industry of the Morton family into a light asset industry. It's the sales network that has been in operation for decades that is the most valuable part of the whole industry chain. That's why I keep the core sales teams all over the country. "

"But if the production lines are closed, we will have nothing to sell, and the sales network will become useless?" Asked Mars.

"Mr. McGonagall's textile mill has been in operation for some time. I went to inspect it a few days ago. The annual output is more than the sum of all the textile workshops in our family, and the quality of cloth released is also better." Gloria said with a smile.

"Are you going to work with Mr. McGonagall? Use our sales channels to help him sell cloth and silk? " Mars looked surprised.

He had known about Gloria's cooperation with McGonagall for a long time, and had personally communicated with Mr. McGonagall several times. He was impressed by his wisdom and unique business views. He even thought that if he hadn't been delayed in cooking, he might become a more vicious business wizard than Hill Buffett.

Mr. McGonagall, as a fashion designer, has made great contribution to the rapid growth of Dailan into the first brand of women's clothing in the city of chaos.

But did not expect Mr. McGonagall to enter the textile industry so quickly, and the new factory just started a short time, it has been able to reach the capacity of all the textile workshops of the Molton family?

"Yes, Mr. McGonagall will deliver high-quality fabrics to us at a price lower than the market price, and then sell them all over the world through our channels." Gloria nodded.

"How about the price?" Mars asked. He was a little worried that Gloria, who had just taken over the textile industry, stepped on the pit.

"It's 30% lower than the cost of our own workshop in the Los empire."

"30%!" Mars suddenly raised his voice, stopped and looked at Gloria in disbelief. "You mean 30% lower than the cost price, not the sales price?"

"Yes, it's 30% lower than the cost price, and Mr. McGonagall also said that if we can provide them with low-cost and high-quality cotton, the price can drop another 10% for us." Gloria smiles and nods.

"So you keep all the cotton farms, give them money to buy land, and ask them to plant the best quality cotton." Mars suddenly looked at Gloria with another look of amazement. "I didn't expect that you and Mr. McGonagall have reached such an important cooperation. If we can get high-quality cloth and cotton yarn at such a low price, we can gain a great competitive advantage in the world market by virtue of the price."

Gloria nodded and said, "Mr. McGonagall has given such preferential treatment, but he has also made a request. I will invest with him to set up a brand of cloth and silk, and share the brand and profit together."

"It's not too much to ask." Mars nodded. It's not difficult for McGonagall to explore the market himself at such a low price. It just takes some time.

He chose to cooperate with Gloria, and gave such sincerity, set up a brand together, and hold capital together, the cooperation will become closer.

"After all the stores of our brands are cleared and closed, we can start to do the distribution of new brands. This time, we will stop the tide of opening thousands of stores. We will open large stores and dump them at low prices to reduce labor costs and increase sales." Gloria said with a smile: "Mr. McGonagall said that as long as our sales can keep up, his production can be doubled at any time."

"Mr. McGonagall is a man of God." Mars has been more than surprised. The Molton family has been studying for decades, but they have not been able to reduce the cost and increase the output. It's just like a house in McGonagall's house.

"Mr. McGonagall and I agreed that the first delivery time is early next month. Before that, we need to collect a sum of money and make sure that our sales team is ready to make a brand new brand." Gloria looked at Mars and said, "it's up to us if we can turn the textile industry around in three months."

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"Mr. McGonagall, please, help me..."

MEG opened the door and looked at Cyril, bowing and pleading, a little confused.

That's not right. The second young master of the Molton family, who has always had a nose in the air and has never looked at people with a straight eye, has repeatedly met him at the annual meeting of the chamber of Commerce. What's wrong with him today?

"Did I recognize the wrong person?" MEG tried to ask.

"No, no, I'm Cyril, the Cyril you know." Cyril shook his head, looked at McGonagall in tears and said, "Mr. McGonagall, I'm here to ask for your help today."

"Do you think I can help you?" McGonagall asked, rolling his eyes.

"Er..."

Cyril, who had been preparing for a long time, choked and stared at MEG. He didn't play according to the routine!

How can you talk like this? Does it make people talk?!