Rebirth of the New Farmers in the 1980s

Luan Feng rested her hands on the table, put her chin on the crossed hands, tilted her head and stared at Wan Feng.

"Look at the hair, and look handsome again."

"In my eyes, you are the most handsome man. It's just that you don't write a letter first when you come back. You always pop out so suddenly." Luan Feng complained.

"Don't you like surprises? My mission is to surprise you."

"As long as you have a lot of ideas, how many days will you stay this time?"

"It's been a long time. I'm going to wait until the school starts in September this time. I have to build a factory, install and debug all the equipment, and carry out product research and development."

If I remember correctly, Jincheng also introduced a set of AX100 production line and technology from Suzuki this year, and their products will not be launched until around 1989.

Damn Japanese stupid devils did a lot of things like this one girl looking for two husbands in the early days of the reform.

It must be listed ahead of Jincheng. The original Changchun Suzuki was launched in 1988. Wan Feng planned to launch his motorcycle in 1987. Even if Jincheng was listed in 1989, the market at that time would be his.

At this time, he can still ride 70 motorcycles at the same time. By the time the country starts to restrict two-stroke motorcycles, he has made enough profits and accumulated enough technology. Maybe at that time he started to invest in the research of the 90 series.

"Really!" If it was a small surprise just now, this time it was a real big surprise. Luan Feng's eyebrows almost turned into birds and flew out.

"Of course it's true. If you have any heartfelt words, I'll talk about them when I get home tonight. There's plenty of time this time, so let's talk about the business first."

"What do you want to know?"

"Luo Zhongxing and Yan Ling recruited a few people for me, so my advertisement won't be for nothing, right?"

"It seems that a lot of people have been recruited. Once I heard Luo Zhongxing and Yan Ling say what level they are. I'm not sure about this. You have to ask Luo Zhongxing and Yan Ling."

Hearing that someone has been recruited, Wan Feng feels more at ease, as long as there are people, he is afraid that there will be no one.

It's easy for someone to do anything, and no one is playing a fart.

"How much did the plant construction take from you?"

Luan Feng opened the safe and took out an account book and handed it to Wan Feng: "It's all here, I can't think of you to read it yourself."

Wan Feng took the ledger and opened it, and saw Luan Feng's big swaying handwriting that could dance ten miles in the wind, his head immediately grew several times bigger.

Except for the Arabic numerals on it, he knew them, and they didn't know each other as long as they were related to the text.

Wan Feng had no choice but to count the Arabic numerals.

There are about five or six expenditures written on the ledger, all of which are 32,000 yuan, except for one of the largest expenditures of 50,000 yuan.

Each row of numbers is signed and handprinted below.

Wan Feng accumulated a total of 170,000 so far.

He estimated that the investment in the factory would be 300,000 yuan, which is more than half of the progress based on the current level of money spent.

Wan Feng closed the ledger and returned it to Luan Feng.

Seeing that Wan Feng didn't seem to want to ask any more questions, Luan Feng was not happy: "Aren't you going to ask about the clothing factory?"

Wan Feng was surprised: "What's the matter with the garment factory? I don't even need to ask when you're in the garment factory."

Luan Feng became angry: "It's as if the garment factory is my own. If you don't pay for it, I won't bother to ask you."

"Huh? I hear you mean that the garment factory has made a fortune in the past few months, come here to show off to my husband."

"Tell you that in the first quarter we made a million dollars."

Wan Feng was taken aback: "Rooted? Why are there so many?"

"The money was earned from those high-end garments. I took over a batch of export jobs, and the profits were quite high. In addition to the finishing workshop, I reorganized a group of people with the best skills to process these high-end garments. .”

"Where to exit?"

"Daily stupid devil."

"Who contacted you?" Exports have to be linked to foreign trade, and Wan Feng doesn't remember his connection with Hongya Foreign Trade.

"Godmother got the thread,

They also brought some little devils. The devils saw the conditions of our factory, mainly because they took a fancy to our sports and leisure series and placed an order. "

The godmother's circle of friends finally worked.

"Hold the grass! The devil is here, you didn't sharpen the knife quickly and kill him."

"Don't mention it, you're a dead devil, and you're determined not to let go. It took me a lot of effort to cut off an extra fifteen yuan for each outfit."

Only fifteen yuan was slaughtered, which was too little, but it was okay.

In any case, this can be regarded as generating foreign exchange for the country.

Enterprises that can generate foreign exchange are now the favorites in the eyes of the government, and some preferential policies may be given.

"When the new series is released, if the devil wants a set, he will be charged at least fifty yuan. Don't let it go. Their money is not for nothing."

"My godmother's foreign trade friend said that there might be businessmen from the United States coming in two days."

There are also those in the United States, and this time they will earn rice dollars!

At that time, the exchange rate between rice yuan and RMB was about one to two. If the current ex-factory price of the products was converted into US dollars, the profit would be doubled.

This must have.

"What is the ordinary workshop producing now?"

"One class has switched to high-quality goods, and the remaining two classes make one class make georgette, and the other class make bell-bottom pants and trousers."

These few things are popular clothes that are popular now or will be popular.

"How is your sister doing now?"

I haven't visited Luan Ying's small factory the last few times I came back.

"She also produces these things. My sister wants to build a factory. Now I don't know where to choose the factory site. You come back this time and give it to the staff."

"What's the point of being an advisor? The hill in front of your house belongs to me. I originally wanted to build something there, but it doesn't seem to be useful now. If she thinks it's okay, she can build it there."

Wan Feng had asked for the useless mountain bend back then from Zhang Hai, the then captain of Wahou, and there was an agreement in black and white.

Anyway, his business will be transferred to South Bend in the future, and even if the value of the land in Wahou rises, it will only be 1.8 million.

"Tell your sister, she can build a factory on that land, but if it is used for other profitable projects, you have to share the money with me." I thought so but said I couldn't say that.

"Can you do it? Are you thinking about this little money?" Luan Feng was dissatisfied.

This silly bitch is really a prodigal, now he opened his mouth to sell too much, dare not say that it is not a problem to sell tens of thousands of yuan now, but it will be worth hundreds of thousands or even millions in the future.

"That piece of land will be worth millions in the future. I have no problem with giving it to your sister for nothing."

"Ah! Will it be worth that much money in the future? You can't give it to her for free. You can rent it to her. We charge a symbolic rent now, but we have to hold the right to use the land in our hands."

You see, it is said that women are romantic, but that does not involve money.

Once money is involved, they will be realistic right away, right?

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