Rebirth of the New Farmers in the 1980s

Zhang Shiqian didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in Wan Feng's gourd, but he followed Wan Feng to a small building in the corner of the parking lot.

"Go in and have a look and you'll know what I'm doing now?" Wan Feng made a gesture of invitation.

The doors and windows of the small building are closed this summer, making Zhang Shiqian very confused. What kind of confidentiality project is this?

Zhang Shiqian walked into the small building without raising his legs pretentiously.

On the first floor of the small building, there are about a dozen people who look like workers in work clothes gathered around and doing something.

The two ceiling fans on the top of the small building are constantly spinning, and there are oscillating fans blowing on some tables.

The temperature in the small building is not bad.

Zhang Shiqian didn't pay attention to what those workers and masters were doing together. His attention was attracted by a model.

This is a model that seems to be made of a special kind of mud, standing quietly in the corner of the room.

motorcycle!

Zhang Shiqian, who is an agent of motorcycles himself, has a reason why he doesn't know it.

Zhang Shiqian walked to the motorcycle model in two or three steps, and walked around the model several times.

This motorcycle model is obviously different from the Jiangwei 50 he represented. It is not only longer but also taller than the Jiangwei 50, giving people a thick feeling.

"Xiao Wan, this is the motorcycle you are developing now? What kind of motorcycle is this?"

"AX100."

"AX100? Never heard of it?"

Unless you have been to Riben Xianggang, you have never heard of it.

"What are the characteristics of 100?"

"Two-stroke engine, mixed oil combustion is absolutely resistant, four-speed cycle, can carry a load of 300 kilograms, a maximum speed of 150 kilometers per hour, and a fuel consumption of 4 liters per 100 kilometers." Anyway, Zhang Shiqian didn't know, and Wan Feng talked nonsense.

"The most important thing is that this is a real motorcycle, compared with it, the 50 motorcycle is a toy."

Zhang Shiqian came to his senses: "I said brother, when is your motorcycle expected to go on the market?"

"It depends on when the engine is successfully researched. If the engine is successful today, I will be able to market it tomorrow."

"When will the engine be successful?"

Wan Feng pointed to the people in the circle: "The prototype has just been assembled."

Zhang Shiqian leaned in behind those masters, and watched those masters gesticulate against a shining silver engine in the middle.

This engine is obviously larger than the engine of the 50 motorcycle by two laps. It sits quietly on the ground, and a bearded master is working on the cylinder head.

Zhang Shiqian rolled his eyes twice, straightened up and pulled Wan Feng out of the small building.

"Brother, this motorcycle should be very expensive, right?"

This motorcycle is obviously much taller than the 50 motorcycle, but it also means that the cost is high. Similarly, a high cost means a high price, and a high price also means a high profit.

He preliminarily estimated that the profit of this motorcycle was more than 500 yuan, and it might reach 1,000 yuan. This is far from the scale he sold for 50 yuan for 1200 yuan.

Wan Feng nodded: "Its price is not comparable to 50, the cost alone can be as high as the retail price of four or five 50.

Zhang Shiqian gasped, the cost of a car is five or six thousand! How much does it cost?

"Then how much will it sell for when it goes public in the future?"

"Eight or nine thousand."

"So expensive! Can this be sold?"

Wan Feng looked at Zhang Shiqian like an idiot: "It's normal to say this from the mouth of ordinary people, but it's not good to say it from the mouth of an international boss like you. Do you think it won't sell?"

Of course it can be sold, and the supply is still in short supply.

Zhang Shiqian has also been tossing around for many years. He doesn't understand what's going on with some products. Its price is far beyond people's actual income. He thought it would be impossible to sell, but now it is like a flood. out.

Take the VCRs that are becoming popular now, five or six thousand ones are not a necessity in life, but they are sold, and the sales are very high.

I don't know who bought it.

"Hey! I said bro,

If you have done your research on this motorcycle, what do you think about handing over the agency right over there to my brother? "

Zhang Shiqian has made a lot of money with his products after being dumped in the past few days.

Especially for Wei 50 and motorcycles, the supply is simply in short supply, and only one batch is taken back. He has moved his mind to start a factory in the south after tinkering.

Now seeing the motorcycle Wan Feng was developing, he quickly felt that another opportunity to make a fortune had come.

Wan Feng didn't answer Zhang Shiqian's words directly, but touched his stomach: "Oh, I didn't eat in the morning, why are you hungry before noon today?"

What the hell, it's past nine o'clock and you're so hungry!

"Coincidentally, I didn't eat in the morning, why don't we go and eat something, brother please."

"Bullshit! It's such a shitty meal, it's convenient if there are instant noodles at this time, and a bowl of noodles can take care of it until noon."

Zhang Shiqian understands, I said why this bastard took him to see the motorcycle, it turned out to be waiting for him here.

Isn't the lice on this bald man's head obvious? If the instant noodle equipment is not given to him at the scrap price, the agency right of this motorcycle will be terrible.

Zhang Shiqian patted Wan Feng on the shoulder: "Brother, let's stop beating around the bush, okay? That set of instant noodle equipment cost me 100,000 yuan, so why don't I transfer a penny to you?"

"Oh! Is the scrap in Dongguang so expensive? I guess the set of instant noodle equipment only weighs three to four tons. The scrap price in Dongguang is more than 20,000 a ton? The waste products are all collected and shipped to Dongguang. I estimate that there is no pressure to earn one hundred and eighty thousand yuan this trip. This is better than my research on motorcycles. I have invested countless manpower and funds in my research on motorcycles, and I don't know when it will be successful, but there are so many things..."

"All right, all right, don't think about it, Brother Bawan got your letter, right?"

"There is still a future for dumping waste products in Dongguang."

"It's really 80,000! My brother said that the scrap price is the price that scrap companies charge for scrap iron!"

"Although it's not the price that scrap companies charge for scrap iron, 80,000 is definitely not worth it. I guess it's as high as 50,000 to 60,000."

"50,000 to 60,000? I want as much as you have, but 80,000 is not enough, and my brother and wife will lose it. How about this, 80,000! My brother will give you a Panasonic video recorder."

"Oh! You still have this thing in your hand?"

Zhang Shiqian was triumphant.

"Do you have any belts?" Wan Feng asked wretchedly.

"What do you bring?"

"It's just a life entertainment movie."

"You know this as well?"

"Bring a few books with the machine, and my daughter-in-law and I will study."

"Damn it, you can speak so confidently about that belt, what about my motorcycle agency?"

"It depends on the quality of the tape. If the quality is good, there is no problem. If the quality is not good, you need to do more research."

What is the quality of this? You can see the parts clearly.

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