Because it’s so easy once you own a Chinese sweatshop to hop on an airplane and sell hundreds of thousands of electromechanical parts built in a sweatshop to American OEMs. There’s no better time to be in this market than today.
In between sales trips I would spend time in my sweatshop mopping the oil on the floors and red tagging just about everything in sight. I would guard all of the machines’ moving parts. I would add lights to the ceiling and clean the windows.
I would put in a venting system to suck out the paint fumes from my sweatshop. I would fix the hole in the roof of the warehouse that drips water down on the boxes of obsolete raw materials when it rains.
And despite my neglect of sales activity due to the attention I’m paying to the basics of Lean manufacturing at my sweatshop, American OEMs would still come calling for my lowest cost sweatshop products and keep me in business.
That’s why I want to own a Chinese sweatshop.
And here’s some bonus footage from an intersection in an industrial suburb of Shanghai. File under “not something you see everyday in my neighborhood” category.
My guess is that this is doo-doo dropped by a dragon flying overhead.