Yao Min did not have a moment of leisure after retirement. The company could not even afford to make ends meet, so how could it get the money to pay his pension?

Where can you relax without a pension?

His life was not easy either, and he was ready to go pick up rotten vegetable leaves.

He was not only having a bad life himself but was also constantly worrying about things at the factory, so he was in a sad mood that day.

When Wang Desheng arrived at Yao Min's house, he told him what happened on the phone call he had just received.

"Who?" Yao Min was stunned.

"The other party said he was the director of a factory called Nanwan Factory in Beiliao, and his surname was Wan!"

Yao Min slapped his thigh and said, "Oh my! Am I getting senile? How could I have forgotten this person? I went there with Lao Mi and Lao Wan three years ago. If I had thought of him earlier, I would have been fine. Go find him right away. Whether Jingdongfang can survive depends on him."

Wang Desheng was puzzled: "Really?"

Can that person bring Jing Dongfang back to life?

"Oh! Don't hesitate, call right away... It would be best if you could bring two people over in person, so that we can show our importance. Go! I can have a couple of drinks tonight."

Although Wang Desheng was skeptical, he immediately made preparations after returning and took several technical backbones to Beiliao by train overnight.

When Wang Desheng took his people to the train station to take the train, Wan Feng was answering a call from Zhang Xuan.

"Honey! Did you miss me?" Zhang Xuan made her voice so delicate that it made people feel as if a swarm of ants were crawling into their bodies.

"I thought about it, but I couldn't remember it anymore."

"Shouldn't you come over to me?"

"I can't come. I'm studying cultivation right now."

"Studying Immortal Cultivation?"

"Yes! I want to practice the art of splitting. Then I can pluck a hair like Sun Wukong and create another me. Then we won't have to fight for one on each side."

"Cluck, cluck, cluck! You rascal! You're talking nonsense again. Let's not fix it. Don't strip it of all its hair and turn it into a chicken with white stripes. It's so ugly."

Wan Feng was just talking when Luan Feng, who had just gotten off work, came in dressed in red. She came close to Wan Feng to listen and snatched the microphone away.

"Damn Zhang Xuan! Don't seduce my man."

Wan Feng was shocked. Is this woman afraid that others can't hear her?

Zhang Xuan wasn't afraid at all: "Sister! You can't always monopolize him, right?"

"You little brat, now you know you want it, what? Can't you handle it? Shame on you!"

“Chuckle!”

"Send him over tomorrow to give you a good beating."

"Then you are not allowed to beat him tonight."

These two women are becoming more and more outrageous. They think I'm a dead man!

After hanging up the phone, Luan Feng sat on Wan Feng's lap without any shame: "Little Wanzi! Are you itching to do it?"

"Go away! Get out of the way. It's not good if someone sees us. I'll pack up and we can go home."

"What are you afraid of? I'm your wife, why should I be afraid of people seeing me? What do you want to eat tonight?"

Having said that, Luan Feng still got off Wan Feng's legs.

"Tofu!"

"Ah! Taking advantage of me again? Are you capable of that?"

"No idea, I just like eating tofu."

"Let's go eat Zhang Xuan tofu tomorrow, and I'm going to stew fish and drink corn porridge tonight."

Wan Feng lost interest when he heard this. He liked eating corn cakes but didn't like drinking corn porridge.

"Can I go to the restaurant then?"

"Your wife is dead and you're going to a restaurant?" Luan Feng got angry.

"Okay, go home and drink the corn porridge my wife made."

"That's right. From now on, you have to eat whatever I cook. Don't be picky." Luan Feng smiled with satisfaction.

Damn it, he's treating me like a child.

Wan Feng locked the drawer, locked the door, and got into Luan Feng's car.

"You don't drive your own car?"

"It's a waste of fuel to keep driving two cars. Each trip costs several dollars. I guess it will be easier." Someone said earnestly.

Luan Feng giggled.

When it was time to get off work, the factory gate was crowded with people. Wan Feng was not in a hurry to drive, but chatted with Luan Feng in the car.

"Why don't you ask about the shoe factory's business?"

"No question." Wan Feng shook his head quickly when he heard it.

Wan Feng didn't ask Luan Fengfei, "Low-end rubber shoes sell the best, 4,000 to 5,000 pairs a day. High-end ones are slower, only 100 to 200 pairs a day. Did you hear that? 4,000 to 5,000 pairs of low-end shoes a day?"

Fengfeng Clothing’s main products, whether clothing or shoes, are now sports series, with two major series: Fire Phoenix and Cyclone.

It was originally just clothing, but now it has extended to shoes as well.

Still has a distinctive style.

Fire Phoenix mainly uses warm tones, while Tornado mainly uses cool tones.

Low-end rubber shoes are the Inna River brand sports shoes that are currently sold on the market for 30 to 60 or 70 yuan, and are also divided into two series.

High-end refers to sports shoes that cost more than 100 yuan.

The reason why there are still low-end products is because there are counterfeit products on the market. Since others are counterfeiting, it is better to make a low-end model yourself to block those counterfeit products.

Therefore, Fengfeng Shoes designed and launched low-end sports rubber shoes. Apart from the fact that the materials and comfort are not as good as high-end shoes, there is really no difference in appearance.

Luan Feng came up with this idea on the spur of the moment. He didn't even consider that making low-end shoes would affect the brand effect of his high-end shoes and lower the grade of his high-end shoes.

When Wan Feng found out, he said she was playing the piano recklessly.

I don’t care about that. It doesn’t matter whether it’s a famous brand or not, as long as it can be sold!

Luan Feng's answer was justified.

Wan Feng is not optimistic about low-end products. The profit is too low. He only makes ten or eight yuan for a pair of shoes produced by the factory, which is too little.

Unexpectedly, the low-end shoes produced by Fengfeng Shoes were like a storm as soon as they were released. They were not only cheap but also of good quality. Although they did not feel as good as high-end shoes, they were not sturdy at all.

Once it was launched on the market, it triggered a sales frenzy, with thousands of pairs shipped every day.

These goods were not originally sold in direct sales stores, but were only sold in village markets and small rural shops.

If you don’t want sales to improve, people in the city will have to go to the direct sales stores to look for it.

Direct sales stores require operations, saying that there are many people in need in the city.

This brings us back to the direct sales store.

The price of shoes in the direct sales store suddenly increased by about 20 yuan, but it did not affect sales at all. Sales volume was still booming. City people also like cheap, sturdy and good-looking shoes.

Although the profit is low, I sell a lot. I make 50 yuan per pair of high-end shoes, and I sell two or three pairs a day. I sell 50 pairs of low-end shoes a day and make 10 yuan per pair.

It makes money faster than high-end shoes.

Luan Feng beat the master to death with random punches and even created another sky.

Wan Feng becomes very depressed whenever he is mentioned, and Luan Feng becomes happy when he is depressed.

You dare to say that I am just doing it blindly? Selling it for money shows that I have real skills.

Therefore, when she had nothing to do, Luan Feng would pull out her rubber shoes to show her sense of superiority.

As soon as she mentioned Wan Feng, she wanted to cover her ears, but she knew the consequences would be serious.

If you block your ears, you won't be able to hear Luan Feng's words about shoes, but you might end up with a piece of flesh on your body being bitten by the Nine Yin Twisting Claws.

This guy must have pinched many people in the garment factory, and his skills have now reached perfection, steady, accurate and ruthless!

It hurts so much when it is twisted.

In order to avoid physical pain, Wan Feng could only fill his ears with stories about rubber shoes.