Rebirth of the New Farmers in the 1980s

After packing up the money and locking the door, Wan Feng went home and went out on his motorcycle after a hasty meal. Dream Novel Network ()

First, I went to Yang Qilang's house to find Yang Qilang's mother to do something, and then rode a motorcycle to the county seat.

No one knew what Wan Feng was doing.

It was already past three o'clock in the afternoon when Wan Feng came back from the county seat, and was intercepted by someone at the entrance of the machinery factory and entered the machinery factory.

Walking into the gate of the machinery factory, Wan Feng saw a three-wheeler without a cab, parked in the yard in front of the assembly workshop, surrounded by a group of people.

This three-wheeled vehicle has neither a cab nor a carriage, as ugly as a skeleton.

"Xiao Wan, can you take a look at this thing?" Xiao Dexiang waved to Wan Feng from afar.

It has been more than half a month since Wan Feng proposed the idea of ​​making three wheels last time.

Wan Feng thought that it would take Xiao Dexiang and the others a month to make the sheep cart, but he didn't expect to be able to make it now.

This drive is so fucking high!

Wan Feng came to the three wheels and circled around the three wheels.

To be honest, the appearance of these three wheels has nothing in common with Wan Feng's concept drawing, they are skinny.

But if it is installed with the cab and the carriage, it will be almost the same.

Wan Feng mainly looked at the shock absorber on the front fork. He said that he asked the buyers in the factory to go out and see if they could buy it. Unexpectedly, these guys actually got it.

In the middle of the shock absorber is a set of thicker shock absorber springs at the front and back of the hydraulic shock absorber flag, which is exactly the same as Wan Feng's painting.

"Where did you get this shock absorber?"

"The purchaser said that there is a hydraulic equipment factory in Liaoyuan, and it seems to be for some machinery. Our purchaser went to talk about it. Unexpectedly, they paid us according to the model."

No wonder it is exactly the same as Wan Feng's design. Unexpectedly, this factory is quite interesting. Are they so idle now?

Otherwise, where would they have the time to talk about this?

Someone started the engine, and Wan Feng went up and drove around.

Wan Feng drove from the machinery factory all the way to the Xiaoshutun River, turned around and ran back.

The front is a bit wobbly, and it is a bit difficult to shift gears. Except for these two shortcomings, no problems have been found.

Back at the machinery factory, Wan Feng told Xiao Dexiang about the problems he found.

Xiao Dexiang also went up for a drive, and when he came back, he was a little frowned, "The difficulty in shifting gears may be due to the unreasonable design of the gear lever. This problem is not a big problem, but what is the problem with the direction swing? Why does this phenomenon occur? "

The biggest reason for the swinging head is the unbalanced design of the car body, and the whole car has a deviation phenomenon. Besides, Wan Feng can't explain the reason.

This possibility should not exist. After all, this model was plagiarized by Wan Feng, so it is impossible to have the problem of unbalanced design.

Then the rest may be that the large shelf is out of specification during the production process and does not meet the technical parameter requirements.

Xiao Dexiang nodded after listening to Wan Feng's opinion, "It's also possible, and we'll know when we strictly follow the design plan and make another pair."

This should be a headache for Xiao Dexiang.

Wan Feng believes that he can improve.

Originally, Xiao Dexiang was just a lathe worker at Gushan Machinery Factory, but in the one and a half years since he arrived in Wa, he has become a pilot.

So it makes sense to say that human potential is infinite.

There are now five people in Wan Feng's small workshop, two of whom are injection molding various shells for him, and the other three are people who assemble tape recorders and radios for him. One of the three assemblers is Wan Feng's uncle, The other two were from the nearby production team, and Wan Feng picked two smarter people to stay with him.

Wan Feng's uncle settled down after his family moved back to Wa from other places last month.

The uncle's family has a daughter and a son, but they are not very old now. The daughter is ten years old, and the son still wears open pants.

In Wan Feng's impression, Zhu Yong was an honest and hard-working person, so Wan Feng was more at ease, so he kept him here.

After preparing to return to Longjiang by himself in the future, he will help take care of this small electronics factory.

Their salary is 30 yuan a month, not including room and board.

Zhu Yong is the manager of this small workshop, and Wan Feng promised to give him a certain management award during the Chinese New Year.

There is no difficulty in assembling the tape recorder, just install the parts on the case according to the position, and then solder some wires with solder to finish.

These three people can assemble about forty or fifty machines a day, which can barely meet the demand of the market. Wan Feng believes that these products will not be able to meet the demand of the market in a few days.

The weather on May 2nd was a bit cloudy.

Wan Feng patrolled the market as usual, and came to Hua'er's house again.

"Sister Hua'er, how much turnover did you have yesterday?"

"Didn't you say our products are too old? We sold more than a thousand pairs of socks yesterday."

Wan Feng curled his lips, "I'm showing off after only selling more than 1,000 pairs. I thought it sold more than 10,000 pairs!"

"More than a thousand pairs is still less!"

"More than a thousand pairs!"

"I think more than a thousand pairs is a lot."

"I think more than a thousand pairs is not much."

"I feel pretty good!"

"I feel bad!"

Sister Xia bent over laughing, and finally understood why Hua'er disliked his goddamn brother. These two guys have the same taste, and they are both good at fighting.

"Are there more people who come to you for retail or wholesale?"

Hua'er blinked her eyes for a long time, "It should be a lot of wholesale, there are a few people who bought hundreds of pairs."

There are hundreds of pairs of people who pick up the goods and only sell more than 1,000 pairs a day. Is that too much?

"Selling thousands of pairs on the first day is enough, but it's really not many. At least three thousand pairs should be sold to be considered a pass."

Turning around, Wan Feng came to Jia Chunyan's room again.

"Sister Jia, did you go back and ask yesterday?"

"Why are you so anxious about burning your butt?"

"Why are you not in a hurry? Don't tell me you have to wait ten days or eight days before giving me an answer on such a trivial matter? Then are you okay?"

"Director Liu asked you how much processing fee you can give."

"The processing fee for clothes is 35 cents, and for coats and padded jackets is 45 cents. Go back and ask Factory Manager Liu if it's ok. We will provide you with styles and you will be responsible for processing."

"Okay, I'll tell you when I go back."

"If you are free, you can go and look at the clothes sold in House No. 1. They are made by us. You can look at the styles of clothes we make, and then look at what you make. What the hell are these!"

Wan Feng didn't care that the quilt factory followed their style at all, even if the quilt factory also followed their clothing style, they couldn't fill the market now, and more and more people were buying clothes.

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