Rebirth of the New Farmers in the 1980s

Liu Shengguang felt that the pager seemed to be useful to him.

In the future, it will be convenient to sell oil, bean cakes, and beans, so I decided on the spot to buy one in the afternoon.

"Go to the county printing factory to print some trademarks, go to Yuan Yimin and his father, he can give you a discount."

Of course, if you want to sell barreled oil, you must have a trademark, otherwise the store will not dare to sell it.

"good!"

"In a few days, the beans should come down. Buy a few more pieces of tarpaulin. If there is no place to put them, they will have to be piled up in the yard to cover them. I guess it's really useless to collect 1.8 million catties of beans in your yard." pressure."

"Old classmate! If I collect too many beans, what if the squeezed oil can't be sold?"

Why can't it be sold?

"As long as you don't adulterate it, you can sell it, and then you will send it from factory to factory, and say that you are my classmate. I approve you to use this banner."

As long as Liu Shengguang's oil is not adulterated, it doesn't matter if it is under the banner of Wanfeng. This is not a bluff.

"Not to mention anything else, my Nanwan factory needs at least ten tons of edible oil for its employees a year! You said that when you pump that little oil, it may not be enough to sell. You are worried about a hammer!"

Nanwan Group now has more than 4,000 employees, half of whom are foreigners.

There are more than 1,000 people living in the dormitories inside and outside the factory, and it is not a problem for these people to consume a hundred and eighty catties of soybean oil a day.

This is just the Nanwan factory, not counting the garment factory.

Garment factories also get five to six tons of soybean oil a year.

Wan Feng said that 10 tons of soybean oil is consumed a year is the most conservative statement.

Not counting other places, if all the factories in Nandawan used Liu Shengguang's soybean oil, he would not be able to do anything even if he harvested a million catties of beans.

After eating, Wan Feng left Huanghui Village on his motorcycle.

After drinking two bottles of beer, his head was somewhat dizzy. If he was caught by the traffic police, it would be considered drunk driving.

But there is no such psychological burden here, and the traffic police will never come here.

Although the line from Jiangwei to Wulu is full of traffic, there are not many cars on the line from Jiangwei to Heijiao.

Who is the traffic police here to command?

There is a brick and tile factory at the junction of Huanghui Village and Jiangwei Village. This is the original brick and tile factory in Wahou.

Because that piece of land needs to build a market, it moved here.

The brick and tile factory's business is in short supply, and there is no need to export it. The whole general will digest its output.

Now the contractor of the brick and tile factory seems to be a member of a small team behind the mountain. Wanfeng can't remember what his last name is.

The guy stood on the side of the road and waved to Wan Feng.

Wan Feng rode his motorcycle until he reached the door of the shop selling pagers.

"Who passed it to me just now?" Before the man got off the motorcycle, the voice was sent into the shop.

The paging was sent half an hour ago. He thought the person who sent him had already left, but he didn't expect a person to come out of the shop.

"I passed it on to you."

Dai Guangwei!

"So it's Manager Dai! Have you eaten yet? I just went to see an oil shop that a friend of mine bought in Huanghui Village. I didn't call back there because there was no phone call. What do you want me to do?"

"Finished,

The phone is also installed, and I say hello to you. "

"Finished the installation?" Wan Feng was a little surprised.

Counting the days, Dai Guangwei has been working in Jiangwei for four or five days.

"Manager Dai, the phone is installed, what about the magnetic card?"

After the phone is installed, of course there must be a magnetic card. Without a magnetic card, the phone can't be used as a decoration.

"The magnetic card manufacturer has printed it. There are currently three types of ten, twenty, and thirty yuan. Who will act as an agent for these cards?"

A magnetic card phone costs 30 cents a minute, which is quite cheap compared to fixed-line phone charges of nearly 1 yuan a minute.

Of course, most of the money is from telecommunications, but those who sell magnetic cards for ten yuan will get a commission of one yuan.

"That's right here! Those who sell pagers here just sell magnetic cards." Of course Zhang Xuan has to sell this. If others sell Zhang Xuan, they can't make money.

The magnetic cards are all printed ready-made, just put them here and sell them.

Dai Guangwei asked the driver of their 130 truck to come down with a box and several posters.

There are calling cards in the box.

"There are 500 cards for ten yuan and 20 yuan in the box, and let us know when they are finished."

The two waiters in Zhang Xuan's store signed the magnetic card and opened the receipt, and then made room to put the phone card inside.

"Now you just need to insert this magnetic card into the phone and you can make calls?"

"Yes, yes, you can use the card now, but the coverage is limited to the Bohai area. In the future, Dongdan area and Yingkou area will be opened, and finally the whole province and even the whole country will be connected."

Dai Guangwei's thinking is not too close, and someday the magnetic card phone will disappear.

That's the end of the phone call.

"Mr. Wan! I want to buy a pager, can you make it cheaper?"

After talking about business, it's time to talk about private matters.

Dai Guangwei discovered in the past few days in Jiangwei that many people here carry a pager on their waist, and when the time comes, it will be called a bullpen when the beeping beeps.

As the manager of Telecom's Hongya department, he doesn't have a pager, which is intolerable.

"You want a pager?"

"Of course."

Wan Feng waved to the waiter at the counter: "Give him a machine and a number."

The waiter quickly finished the machine and handed it to Wan Feng.

"The machine will send you one, and the number has been arranged, but the waiter has to hand it over by yourself."

People like Dai Guangwei will definitely be useful in the future. A pager only costs 600 yuan.

Dai Guangwei accepted the machine without saying anything, and handed over all the money he was going to buy for the pager to the waiter on the spot, all at once for a year.

There are some things that don't need to be said, just know it in your heart.

Dai Guangwei left in the car with a pager in a haha.

Wan Feng watched his car disappear until it disappeared.

Those posters are pasted in the shop, colorful and beautiful.

Xu Bin also came over to take a look. When he heard that the magnetic card phone cost only 30 cents a minute, his eyes widened.

"How much was your phone bill last month?"

Wan Feng suddenly remembered this, and kept his eyes fixed on Xu Bin's face while asking.

Sure enough, when this topic came up, Xu Bin's face shook violently no less than three times.

Wan Feng also noticed that Xu Bin's hand was also clenched into a fist, but he didn't answer Wan Feng's words.

Are you ready to go all out?

"It's like you chatting with Yuanyuan Gun every day, and it costs more than a hundred yuan, right?"

Wan Feng probably missed a zero.

Xu Bin felt depressed, one hundred yuan! If it's one hundred yuan, he will burn incense, if it's two thousand yuan, okay?

He sold two game consoles for nothing.

Recently, the game console market has not been as profitable as it was when he first started.

At that time, he earned at least 2,000 for installing a game console, but now he only earns 1,800 if a game console is exhausted.