Rebirth of the New Farmers in the 1980s

One day it is not impossible, but Wan Feng does not think he can go to the south, his body is not mature enough, and Guangzhou is not a peaceful place, so he will not go if he can.

"If there is such a day, the market in Bohai will definitely come to you, but there is no plan to go to the south for the time being. I will talk about it when I go to Dongdan and Shenyang."

"It's really not possible, you can transfer some from me to sell back, don't worry, brother won't add a penny."

Wan Feng shook his head: "I want a large quantity. It won't be long before they find out that it has affected your business. I will find a way myself."

What Wan Feng said is also reasonable, once or twice is indeed ok, but what about in the future?

He can't guarantee that his channel will fail in the long run, and Zheng Quan's job will be lost.

Zheng Quan probably also turned around the reason and didn't insist on it.

"Where are you going next?"

"Go back to sleep and talk about it tomorrow."

"How about I take you to see the scenery of Bohai Sea tomorrow?"

He had no intention of going to see the scenery when the goods were not available.

"By the way, Brother Quan, does the sewing machine factory have anything to do with it?"

"Go to the sewing machine factory?"

Wan Feng nodded.

"My brother works there, but he's just an ordinary workshop worker. Why do you ask it?"

"Of course I bought a sewing machine. Do you have any relationship to get it? A few are fine? Or you can buy a ticket."

Zheng Quan shook his head: "I haven't played with this before, so it should be difficult."

"Ask your brother later, if there are any workers in their factory who secretly obtained parts and assembled them, that's fine as long as it works."

Zheng Quan's eyes widened: "What else is there? Why haven't I heard of it?"

"Will the person who does this kind of thing tell you by ear? It's something like this in most factories. Just ask, if I buy two, it will be a good fee."

Zheng Quan thinks about it too, how can there be such a sneaky thing all over the world.

"Brother, where are you talking? When I go back tonight, I will go to my brother's house to ask you."

"Brother Quan, my sister-in-law probably got off work early. It's already past seven o'clock. She should be worried if you don't go back. Let's go back tomorrow and I have to see someone."

"Then if I ask my brother to say hello, how can I find you?"

Wan Feng thought for a while: "Let's go back the day after tomorrow and let's go to your house at noon tomorrow. If your brother has this kind of connection, you'd better call your brother too, and we can talk during the lunch break."

Zheng Quan nodded: "That's fine too."

After breaking up with Zheng Quan, the two returned to the hotel they had booked.

At night, the hostel became lively, and there were many people who registered for accommodation.

Wan Feng's room was also full of people. They probably all came back from dinner at this time, and the room was full of conch blowers.

At this time, most of the people staying in the hostel are buyers from all over the country.

Even if not all of them are mostly, a few of them are on business trips to other places for product after-sales maintenance services.

Beiliao was the country's largest industrial province at that time, so it was not unusual for buyers from all over the country to come.

Bohai City is the first stop for many people who come to Beiliao by boat across the Bohai Bend.

There are all kinds of people in this hostel now. Most of these buyers are purchasing raw materials, but there are also salesmen who sell machinery. They talk about the industry they are engaged in and their names and addresses. Only Wan Feng and Zhang Xian did not join their circle, but just stood aside. Listening quietly, looking out of place.

Wan Feng and Zhang Xian's beds were next to each other, and Wan Feng was by the window. A salesman in his thirties opposite him asked curiously when he saw that Wan Feng and Zhang Xian hadn't joined their circle.

"Little brother, what kind of factory do you belong to, and you are out on business at such a young age?"

Wan Feng smiled slightly: "I'm not from the factory, I'm visiting relatives. Where are you from, big brother? Your accent seems to be from the south?"

"Zhejiang Yuyao."

"Yuyao, the Yuyao with the Hemudu ancient cultural site?"

The other party immediately blushed: "Little brother, do you know Hemudu?"

Fuck, it's so strange that it's all in the textbooks.

Wan Feng nodded.

"I am from Hemudu Town, and the ruins are a few miles away from our home. There is a museum there. It is said that a bigger museum will be built in a few years."

The other party's name was He Yongli, and the two chatted about the topic of Hemudu for a while. Wan Feng had never been to Hemudu, so he could only listen to the other party's introduction of the history of Hemudu, and he didn't know whether what He Yongli said was true or not. .

"Brother, what factory do you work in?"

"I sell injection molding machines, so I don't know if there will be business this time." When it comes to business, He Yongli's red face faded a lot.

Injection molding machine? Also known as injection molding machine or injection machine, it is the main molding equipment for making thermoplastics or thermosetting plastics into various shapes of plastic products using plastic molding molds.

This seems a bit ridiculous, even though Yuyao was later known as the city of plastics all over the country and even the world, that was after 1994.

But now, injection molding machines appeared in 1980, isn't that a bit ridiculous?

The country will be able to produce injection molding machines in five years or so, but it seems to have nothing to do with Yuyao, right?

"What can the injection molding machines produced by your factory do?"

"Make a plastic box, plastic bucket or something?"

"Can you do this?"

He Yongli seemed a little embarrassed: "I can do other things, but they are all small things."

In the 1980s, plastic was still a rare thing for ordinary people, and its shadow was rarely seen in daily life, and even mulch, which resisted things, had not yet appeared.

However, within two or three years, when a batch of polypropylene enterprises in the country start to put into production, plastics will enter the society and enter the homes of ordinary people with overwhelming momentum, and countless plastic products will spring up like mushrooms after rain.

This is also a business opportunity. Even if you can't do anything else, you can make hundreds of thousands of plastic barrels a year.

"Your product is not selling?"

"Hey! We are a town-run enterprise. We are not included in the national plan, so we can only find sales by ourselves."

It's the same thing as Gushan Machinery Factory.

"Then how much do you sell each machine for?"

"There are two models, a large one of more than 3,000, and a small one of more than 1,500."

"If you buy products from your factory, can you supply raw materials?"

He Yongli shook his head.

No wonder there is no market, no raw materials, who would buy this stuff and use it as a painting? It's so ugly.

"Brother He, please leave me your address and the phone number of the supply and marketing department of your factory. Maybe I'll sell it for you when you go back."

He didn't believe that Wan Feng could help them sell the machine, but it wasn't difficult to write a few words.

He Yongli left Wan Feng with the telephone number of the sales department of their factory and the address of the factory.

This thing is just a reference for Wan Feng now, if it is not used now, it may not be used in the future.