Abyss Solo

Chapter 93: 057 Yang Ming’s First Factory_2

“””Under such circumstances, small issues tend to arise.

“For example, someone might exploit a programming loophole to promote their younger relatives within the factory, assigning them wages beyond their years of service.”

Outside the door, two people exchanged furtive glances.

“Or perhaps to skim money when purchasing raw materials by taking a kickback from the regular supplier.”

The vice factory manager and most of the management staff showed subtle changes in their expressions.

Kolev continued, “There’ll always be a few rats tampering with the production logs. For instance, if we produce a hundred products today, the log records ninety-five, and the remaining five quietly seep into the market at a lower price. As long as everything inside and outside the workshop is done cleverly enough, no issues will arise.”

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The management team remained collectively silent; they had already devised a strategy.

Yang Ming glanced at them and with a smile said, “So, uncle, what’s the solution in this case?”

“You handle it, my dear nephew. It’s about time we tested your decision-making skills.”

Kolev adjusted his glasses and spoke slowly,

“We can directly resort to legal procedures and audit all the accounts from the past three years.

“If we decide to investigate, the upstream and downstream manufacturers must provide the relevant documents. Some astute upstream factories might even record the kickbacks in their own accounts.

“The Wind Empire’s economic crime legislation on embezzlement will protect this factory’s legal rights, and any recovered economic losses would enhance the factory’s assets, all of which we would receive in full.”

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Yang Ming raised an eyebrow. “Sounds good.”

“Of course,” Kolev laughed, “we could also turn a blind eye and let bygones be bygones. However, it would be hard for me to trust someone who has behaved this way.”

Yang Ming nodded with a smile, his gaze slicing through the crowd outside like a knife.

Yang Ming tapped the face of his watch and said softly, “In fact, before I arrived, I already enlisted a skilled private detective to gather some data for me.”

Yang Ming raised his hand, and the display screen switched to the scene outside the door, a few lists appearing before the vice factory manager.

The vice factory manager stared at it, his legs immediately weakening.

“I, I request to resign!” he trembled, shouting.

Yang Ming smiled and said, “Granted, but you must ensure a proper handover. You’re a man of integrity, aren’t you?”

“Yes! No problem! Please show mercy. I only did what they were all doing…”

“Very well, there’s no need to create panic, my vice factory manager. I am merely a businessman, and my principle is to get along with others.”

Yang Ming paused and then said warmly,

“Everyone, I don’t wish to drive anyone to despair. If you desperately need this job, prepare a personal asset inventory within half an hour to prove you have heavy loans to repay. Then sign a promissory note, promising only to claim your legal salary in the future, and I will let you continue working.

“Next, my uncle will moderately increase the bonuses for each position.

“But you must understand one thing, here and now, my uncle and I are in charge.”

Kolev chuckled softly at the sight.

He hadn’t misjudged. This guy was a pure pirate.

He had only been in the factory for less than an hour, yet he had completely disrupted the internal hierarchy, with the vice factory manager voluntarily resigning and middle management’s weaknesses all in his hands.

Managing a factory and managing a pirate group were essentially the same thing.

It was all a game of winning the hearts of people.

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They worked into the night before Yang Ming and Kolev settled into a basic hotel beside the factory.

The two of them discussed and decided to build a simple villa within the factory as their residence.

Yang Ming’s watch recharged its battery.

Kolev opened his online terminal, projecting the factory’s 3D map nearby as they ate and discussed.

“The benefits from this factory should be decent,” Kolev said. “The lower limit is not low, nor is the upper limit high. You owe the Second Prince a huge favor.”

“Indeed,” Yang Ming chuckled, “but I don’t intend to repay it.”

“Hahaha! The Second Prince probably discovered your talents from the small princess’s description. My dear nephew, he wants to recruit you.”

Kolev wiped his mouth and sighed contentedly,

“We need to manage this factory carefully for a while, understand it inside out, and at least get a clear understanding of these facilities.”

He pointed to the center of the grounds, where a dense cluster of pipelines stood.

“We need to grasp its basic principles.”

“No need,” Yang Ming said. “Leave the technical matters to Lyu. Uncle, you should focus on managing the personnel and nurturing talents who can take charge on their own.”

“You’re not planning to get involved, are you?” Kolev complained. “I knew it! You must be bringing me here to do the labor! How’s the factory’s revenue divided?”

“We split it fifty-fifty,” Yang Ming raised an eyebrow. “I’ll even leave my share with you for continued investment.”

“That’s more like it,” Kolev replied, satisfied. “I didn’t expect that even in my old age, I’d still be waging battles in the business world. Listen, I have a plan.”

Yang Ming smiled. “I’m all ears.”

Kolev eagerly began to lay out his idea.

It roughly involved using the business license to set up branch factories and finding ways to annex similar factories, gradually becoming a giant in this subsection of the industry, thereby gaining control over pricing.

However, Yang Ming was not optimistic about this.

“Ring-6 is the core industry of the Wind,” they said. “They wouldn’t allow any supporting industry to monopolize.”

Kolev nodded. “That’s true too. Oh, my consideration was still insufficient.”

Lyu suddenly popped up: “Boss, why don’t we upgrade the manufacturing process? Reduce costs, increase production, minimize human involvement, and enhance the share of fully automated robots. We could have a rapidly developing chemical plant!”

Yang Ming joked, “Do you want the Intelligent Mechanical Crisis Investigation Committee to come knocking at my door? Remember, Lyu, you mustn’t modify those manufacturing robots! That’s our current foothold!”

“Alright,” Lyu spread his hands. “Taking some risks is very necessary, Lyu thinks.”

Kolev wondered aloud, “So what are you thinking?”

“Use this factory as a foundation to build branch factories and establish new production lines,” Yang Ming’s confident voice rang out.

“The chemical products we need to produce shouldn’t be limited to Rhodium-6, but should also target the lifestyle needs of the Wind Empire and the surrounding administrative stars. We need to find ways to compete with products from the New Federation.

“In these slightly lower-tech fields that don’t attract much attention, Lyu can completely attempt some industrial upgrades to increase our competitiveness.

“Once we complete the initial layout, we can go directly to the Wind Empire authorities to apply for industry protection. We’ll get as many benefits as we can, tying our factory to the political achievements of local officials and focusing on developing the seven or eight economically backward towns on the back of Ilando Star, leveraging the advantage of low labor costs there.”

Kolev murmured, “We would need a lot of funds; I don’t plan on using all my savings. I can only contribute half! It must also be for projects with positive returns!”

“Of course, making money is our second biggest goal. Uncle, the detailed plan is up to you, with Lyu providing comprehensive technical support.”

Yang Ming smiled and said, “As for the other half of the funds, I’ll figure something out. One thing is certain: these factories must be entirely under our control.”

Kolev shrugged, “In this kind of system, if the royal family wanted to get us, it would just take a few words.”

“No worries,” Yang Ming sank into the soft couch. “The royal family won’t become our obstacle.”

“Why? Don’t be too sure.”

Yang Ming said, “The super corporations are one of our development lines. I’ll find ways to get close to the royal family and establish another line of development: military honors, titles of nobility, and fiefdoms. We can’t put all our eggs in one basket.”

Ding-ding!

The watch gently vibrated, and Lyu had already read the message Yang Ming just received.

“Do you have time for a drink, Mr. Ming?”

Yang Ming wondered, “Whose invitation?”

“The Second Prince.”

“See?” Yang Ming chuckled lightly. “This chemical plant wasn’t gifted to us for nothing.”””