Chapter 328: Strategic Planning in Advance

"Ahem, where is the child?"

"Wu Ma is looking after them; they are already asleep. Oh, Wu Ma is the nanny hired by Xiao'e's father."

"Hmm... Weidong, you all go to sleep. I still have some things to discuss with your mother and the others."

"Alright, Dad."

"Xiao Ling, do you still remember the Skin Cream I made for Zhuzi?"

"Hmm, I have some impression of it. Wasn't that for removing oil and wrinkles for Zhuzi?"

"Yes, I slightly modified the formula. It is very friendly to you women; it can whiten, remove wrinkles, and provide anti-aging effects."

"You should go register a pharmaceutical factory to be responsible for producing these. Isn't Dad and the others in the medicinal herb business? It would be perfect to cooperate."

"Use this Skin Cream to open up the female market, and then produce some Chinese patent medicine Pills for colds, pest control, etc. I believe they will be very popular here."

"In another eight or ten years, Xiangjiang will likely be exchanging goods with the Mainland. We must accumulate some capital first so it will be convenient to invest when the time comes."

"Xiao'e, our pharmaceutical factory might cause some impact on Western medicine. Your family has businesses in Western medicine, so it is best to prepare in advance."

"Alright, Brother-in-law, I will tell my father."

"By the way, remember to apply for a patent to avoid being pirated."

"Mingzhu, I know you are studying Western medicine. If it is possible in the future, we can open a private Hospital."

"Brother Ping'an, Mingzhu has already been learning to identify medicinal herbs with me, and she is also working at the medical clinic now."

"Hmm, I haven't given up on Western medicine either. I am thinking about whether it is possible to combine Chinese and Western medicine."

"Hmm, good idea. There really might be a chance to realize it in the future. Also, there is the Medicinal Wine—ahem, it is aimed at men. There are two types: nourishing and kidney-strengthening."

"Xiao'e should have experience in doing business, so you lead this. I will write a rough process tomorrow for your reference."

"Alright, I'm done speaking. You all see if there is anything to add. I have to go back tomorrow afternoon."

"Brother Ping'an, why are you in such a rush this time?"

"Procurement time is limited; tomorrow was time I specifically squeezed out. By the way, what is the situation with the Second Brother now?"

"I know, Jia, the Second Brother's car has already been developed. It is in the testing stage and can be mass-produced soon."

"His child has also been born; it's a boy. Being mixed-race, he is so good-looking. Ilena is also pregnant now and is about to give birth soon."

"Hmm, good, good."

Zhang Ping'an thought about going to take two photos tomorrow to bring back for San Jie Fu, Lao Jia, to see.

"Ahem, it's getting late. I'm going to wash up."

After a night of continuous hard work, Zhang Ping'an got up early the next morning feeling refreshed. After a quick wash, he went into the study to refine yesterday's ideas.

With a brew of Space Tea, many strange and peculiar ideas from his past life bubbled up. Zhang Ping'an wrote and drew, putting everything he could think of onto paper. Soon, more than ten sheets of white paper were filled.

Zhang Ping'an looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction, having written down everything from the initial opening of the factory to the marketing strategy in great detail.

Thinking of Jia Youwei building cars, Zhang Ping'an quickly sketched out the designs for several classic sedans and SUVs from later generations.

Zhang Ping'an left the study and found that everyone was already in the dining room.

"Brother Ping'an, come down quickly to eat."

"Alright."

"Dad." X5

"Hmm, let's all eat."

"Master."

"Thanks, Wu Ma."

Zhang Ping'an finished his breakfast in a flash, then turned to look at the three porcelain dolls, hugging them one by one to cultivate father-child affection.

"Brother Ping'an, this is Wandong, Wei Chun, and Wei Xia."

"Hmm, these names are all very good."

Wandong is a Q-version of Wanqiu; the sisters looked very much alike when they were young. Wei Chun and Wei Xia both inherited more from their mother and will be handsome young men when they grow up.

"Brother Ping'an, this was sent by Dahu—your Xiangjiang identities." Wang Xiaoling handed over three sets of documents; one is a foreigner, and two are locals. They are all Zhang Ping'an's aliases.

"Hmm, it just so happens I need to go see them later. Weijun, Weidong, move the things from the car to the basement."

"Alright, Dad."

"Xiao Ling, these are the upgraded versions. They are used the same way as before."

"Okay."

At this time, at Jia Youwei's home, he was eating breakfast when the living room phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Second Brother, it's Ping'an. Do you have time this morning? Let's meet."

"Alright, you can just come over directly now."

"Alright."

"I'm going to meet with the Second Brother. You all go to the study to look at the plan I wrote. I'll come back for lunch at noon, and then we'll talk in detail." Zhang Ping'an went back to the bathroom and fiddled around for a while, turning into a blue-eyed, blonde foreigner.

Half an hour later, the van stopped in front of Jia Youwei's villa.

"Ping'an, come in quickly and tell me about my brother's situation."

"Alright."

Zhang Ping'an told Jia Youwei about all the big and small events that had happened in the Jia Family over the past year—nephews and grand-nephews getting married, nieces getting married, and so on.

"Haha, good, good. Our Jia Family is branching out again. When you go back, I'll give you some things to take to my eldest brother."

"Done."

"See the car in my yard? That is the test car that just passed; it can be mass-produced soon. We are going to be rich."

"We?"

"Yes, you have a twenty percent stake in it; didn't I tell you last time?"

"No, but I cannot accept it."

"Ping'an, listen to me. If you hadn't saved me, I would still be muddled and lost at the Modu scrap yard. No matter how much I give you, it can't compare to my life."

"Alright, alright, let's not argue about this for now; take a look at these."

"This, this..."

These few car models had a significant impact on Jia Youwei, who stared blankly at the draft papers in his hands.

"These styles are the only ones worthy of my skills! Hahaha, Ping'an, you've helped me a great deal. No, I must go back and try them out immediately."

"Second Brother, no rush. Since the previous ones are already finalized, why not use these as a subsequent high-end series? We could even divide this high-end series into low-spec, mid-spec, and high-spec versions."

"Hahaha, this is great! Ping'an, you really are a genius; I don't know how your brain grew."

Jia Youwei looked at the drawings in his hands, then looked at the car in the courtyard, and no matter how he looked at it, it was ugly.

"Ping'an, the car in the courtyard is yours. You can just tow it away in a moment."

"..."

"Fine, then I won't stand on ceremony."

Zhang Ping'an knew without even thinking that this car was definitely better than the van, so he didn't stand on ceremony and called Dahu to come over and drive it away.

Zhang Ping'an took two jars of Pill and five jin of tea leaves out of the van and handed them to Jia Youwei.

"Second Brother is no stranger to these, so I won't introduce them. Although they are upgraded versions, they are used the same way as before. As for the things you have for San Jie Fu, I will come to get them this afternoon, or you can send them directly to the medical clinic; I have to go back tonight."

"Alright, I'll send them directly to the medical clinic later."

Zhang Ping'an went to see Qian Dahu again, and in an alley not far from the stronghold, he put the van into his space.

"Master."

"Mm." As soon as Zhang Ping'an entered the courtyard, he discovered that there were seven or eight more rooms there.

"Master, these are the different classrooms built according to what you said before, catering to the children's interests. Of course, currently, the focus is mainly on study and training."

"And there are thirty more people now. I haven't bought any land yet because I haven't found anything suitable with the money left over from before."

"Mm, not bad."

Zhang Ping'an also suddenly remembered that it seemed within these two years, Xiangjiang would be affected by the stock market and housing prices would be slashed in half; perhaps that would be the best time to make a move.

"Mm... then let's wait two years. Perhaps housing prices will plummet, and we can buy then."

"Very well, Master."