Rebirth 84 Everything depends on hands

The location where Chen Feng was now was far away from the No. 1 Machine Factory. He and Han Bing took turns boarding a tricycle to head towards the No. 1 Machine Factory. When they arrived at the No. 1 Machine Factory, their clothes were already soaked with sweat.

Chen Feng looked at his tricycle. It would have been nice to have a battery-powered cart. At least he wouldn't have to work so hard. On the way, Chen Feng had already learned from Han Bing about the warehouse manager's interests and hobbies, and also learned about what he would do if he wanted to buy these home appliances from a machine factory.

The general process of coming back.

A machine factory and an electronics factory are both state-owned enterprises, but their natures are completely different. In this era, state-owned enterprises are what people call iron rice bowls, but iron rice bowls and iron rice bowls are also different. Electronics factories mainly produce electronic components and

Some special electronic parts; and the No.1 Machinery Factory is a large armament factory, which produces sharp weapons for the country. The electronics factory is an iron rice bowl, and the No.1 Machinery Factory is an iron rice bowl with gold rim, which is several grades higher than the electronics factory.

Chen Feng knew in his heart that there was nothing wrong with asking the master to take out a can of Freon from the electronics factory, but it was different at the No. 1 Machinery Factory. Although Han Bing said it clearly and clearly, it seemed very simple, but it was not easy to take something out from the arsenal.

Even items that are scrapped must go through layers of declarations and approvals, so Chen Feng still made preparations in order to get these electrical appliances smoothly.

When we arrived at the gate of the No. 1 Machinery Factory, even though Chen Feng had seen the grand scenes of later generations, he was also photographed by the factory area. The factory area was three times as large as the electronics factory. The workshop was not like the red brick walls of the electronics factory, all of which were covered with ceramic tiles.

The security factory at the entrance was even more heavily guarded, and Chen Feng even saw two guards armed with live ammunition.

After making detailed registration, Han Bing took Chen Feng into the No. 1 Machinery Factory. The two of them first walked to the warehouse. Many people greeted Han Bing along the way. Chen Feng understood that this was not for Han Bing's sake.

, but because of Han Bing's father's face. It seems that Han Bing's father's position in the No. 1 Machinery Factory is not low.

Arriving at the door of the warehouse, Han Bing greeted Chen Feng and entered an office. Chen Feng was secretly surprised, which factory has an office for warehouse management, which shows how strict the No. 1 Machinery Factory is.

"Director Ren, are you back after dinner?" After Han Bing entered the room, he greeted an old man with a little hair on his head.

The old man took off his reading glasses and looked at Han Bing, "Why did you have time to come to my place? Tell me what happened and broke that car again?"

"Oh, why don't you wish me well?" Han Bing sat down opposite Director Ren, "Director Ren, are there some scrapped electrical appliances in our warehouse?"

Director Ren looked at Han Bing and then Chen Feng. He did not answer Han Bing's question. Instead, he pointed at Chen Feng and asked, "Who is he?"

"Oh, he is a friend of mine, and he happens to be in the business of recycling electrical appliances. Doesn't this make me think that you are old?" While Han Bing was talking, Chen Feng took out a box of red plums from his pocket and handed one to him.

Serve as director.

"Hello, Director, my name is Chen Feng, I am Han Bing's friend," Chen Feng handed the cigarette to Director Ren. Before coming, Chen Feng and Han Bing knew that this Director was a long-time smoker.

Director Ren took the Hongmei cigarette and sniffed it under his nose, "This businessman is really good and the smoke is good."

Turning to look at Han Bing, he nodded and said, "Yes, there is a batch of scrapped electrical appliances in the warehouse. The factory is willing to deal with them, but no one collects them. I heard that they even found a scrap recycling station and collected them at the price of scrap iron, but the factory

I think it’s too cheap, so I haven’t sold it, and I think it takes up space wherever I put it.”

"Then let my friend take him away." Han Bing said with a smile.

"That's not possible," Director Ren said sternly when he got down to business. First of all, even if I ask you to get out, the guard will have to escort you back when you get there. You can't get out without an exit slip from the Equipment Department; second,

Although these are scrapped electrical appliances, the factory will not let you pull them out at will. They are all valuable, so you have to go to your father and ask him to talk to the factory director. The factory director will sign and the equipment department will sign.

After you came to my place to sign for the equipment, and finally went to the security department to issue a door slip, it was useless even if you wanted to walk away."

"So troublesome?" Han Bing was immediately discouraged after hearing this.

"Director, can I take a look at these electrical appliances first?" Chen Feng asked Director Ren.

"Yes, Director Ren, let my friend see the head office first. If it's of no use, wouldn't it be in vain if he sells it back?"

Director Ren took a drag on his cigarette and said, "It's okay to take a look. This is for your father's sake." He looked at Chen Feng and said, "But it's probably in vain if you look at it. To be honest, these electrical appliances require specialized personnel."

I’ve seen it, it’s basically scrapped.”

After speaking, Director Ren picked up a bunch of keys and walked out with Chen Feng and Han Bing. He opened the door of the warehouse. There were all kinds of things inside. Chen Feng glanced at it and found that this warehouse was a warehouse for storing scrap products.

Even a heavy safety door is stored inside.

"It's right here." Director Ren pointed with his hand, and Chen Feng looked in the direction of the finger, feeling a burst of joy in his heart.

In the direction of Director Ren's finger, there was a pile of electrical appliances, including three televisions, at least seven or eight radios, two refrigerators, and even an early video recorder paired with a set of stereos.

Chen Feng walked over in a few steps and looked through them carefully. The more he looked at them, the more he liked them. Almost all of these electrical appliances were imported. Apart from the video recorder and stereo, the others were all scraps. You could save them with spare parts.

Two came out.

Although Chen Feng was happy in his heart, there was no reaction on his face, and his brows even tightened when he checked. Han Bing next to him looked at the old and dusty electrical appliances, and felt a little unhappy. Director Ren just said that these things have been scrapped.

Looking at Chen Feng, it seemed that he was having a hard time repairing himself. I felt a little embarrassed as to whether he had tricked Chen Feng and made his trip in vain.

After checking, Chen Feng took out the box of red plums from his pocket and took a photo of the whole box to Director Ren. "Director, please tell me how much the factory plans to sell these things for."

Director Ren looked at the Hongmei cigarettes handed to him by Chen Feng, took them and put them into his pocket, and then said in a low voice, "Young man, I think you are an honest person. These are almost all scrapped, and you won't have much use in buying them back.

When it comes to price, I think this is the lowest price." He said and held out a palm.

"50 yuan?" Han Bing called out first, "Are you crazy in the factory? These things together cost only more than ten yuan when sold as scrap metal. How much does it cost?"

Fifty yuan doesn't seem like much today. Even if these things are sold as scrap today, they cost more than fifty yuan. But in the 1980s, this fifty yuan was not a small sum.

"Keep your voice down, what are you shouting for?" Director Ren signaled Han Bing to keep it down, and then looked around, "So that's why it hasn't been sold."

"Chen Feng, let's go. These rags cost 50 yuan, which is too expensive." Han Bing looked at Chen Feng and said guiltily.

"No, I want it!"