By April 1st, the Light of Happiness had been offline for a full month.

Not many cars rolled off the production line in the first month, with only over a thousand units in total.

At that time, some domestic small and medium-sized car manufacturers were very happy if they sold 3,000 to 5,000 units a year and achieved an output value of tens of millions.

Nanwan Group only sold a thousand cars a month, which was undoubtedly a huge failure.

Except for the cars that were picked up by the direct sellers themselves, the rest were taken to all directions by train.

Anyway, there is not a single one left in Nanwan Group.

Wan Feng couldn't remember which model of Wuling Sunshine had a spoiler on the rear end. This spoiler made the slightly bald rear end of Wuling Sunshine instantly look taller and more classy.

That’s why all the cars of Light of Happiness have this rear wing on the back, and the car looks like it’s about to fly.

At this time, the advertisement of Light of Happiness also began to be broadcast on CCTV. The slogan: I have traveled thousands of miles, and the road is right under my feet. It made people remember this beautiful microvan immediately.

The nationwide unified selling price of 45,000 yuan made it affordable for the first group of people who became rich, so orders poured into the hands of direct sellers.

These orders are then fed back to the group.

Nanwan Group has become accustomed to such things over the years. Whatever the group's president comes up with becomes a hot seller like crazy, and the group's employees have become immune to it.

Therefore, even if the direct sellers are so anxious that they are getting blisters on their mouths, the people in the sales department who are suffering from hemorrhoids are still sitting on the Diaoyutai and are not anxious at all.

There's no point in being anxious, the car isn't manufactured by them.

They are only responsible for reporting the situation, and after reporting, they just glare at the direct sellers.

Of course Wan Feng couldn't just sit there and stare at the direct sellers, so he ran to the workshop to urge them to speed up production.

Yimeng followed the test team to collect data on micro cars. Asada Nobuyuki was preparing to use the 486 engine to develop a 1.3L three-box sedan and had no time to take care of the workshop affairs.

This made Wan Feng unable to find anyone to glare at.

It is normal for the initial production of a new car to not meet the design requirements of the production line. It will take at least several months to reach the designed production capacity.

The next line will not come up until May. In this case, Wan Feng thinks it is better to hide.

He is not like those guys in the sales department who can close their eyes and fall asleep even if they talk big.

These guys have become so shameless from practicing every day.

Although he was quite thick-skinned, he felt embarrassed to cheat those who sold goods to him for money, so he stayed away from them.

Wan Feng took the opportunity to go into the research building.

Who would have thought that he would not get any peace and quiet here, because he accidentally ran into Cheng Gong's office.

Cheng Gong's hair was messy, and it was obvious that he hadn't washed it for several days. It was all tangled.

"Hey, Engineer Cheng, who are you mad at with that Indian hairstyle and those panda eyes?"

"Other people's Pentium has already run out, how can I not be angry?"

It turns out that it is competing with Intel!

"Haha! Engineer Cheng! You have to eat one bite at a time. I'm very satisfied if you can do that. There's no need to be hard on yourself. Put down your work and go for a walk with me."

At this time, he must relieve the pressure on Cheng Gong. It would be uncomfortable to compete with Intel now. At least in the next ten years, no one can surpass it in the chip field, even AMD.

"Don't be so stubborn. It's already noon. Call Engineer Gu, Engineer Yu, and Engineer Qin. Let's go have a drink."

Wan Feng pulled Cheng Gong out of his office without saying anything, and then called Yu Zhengdong, Gu Hongzhong, Lan Xinghan, and Qin Guanghui, and walked towards Wankou after leaving the factory.

When they arrived at the Hongying Restaurant, Wan Feng ordered eight dishes without hesitation, and then drank and chatted with his generals in his own private room.

After drinking a glass of beer, Wan Feng spoke.

"When I went to your building just now, I saw Engineer Cheng struggling with himself. I have something to say about this. I don't want anyone working in our group to work themselves to death. Career is important, but health is even more important. My ideal is that everyone can be happy and relaxed at work, and can deal with both external and internal pressures with an open mind. A good mood leads to high efficiency. A bad mood affects not only your emotions but also your IQ. Even if you work at full capacity, your efficiency will be reduced by half. Do you agree with me?"

"What Xiao Wan said makes sense. I can relate to it. When I'm in a bad mood, my head feels as dumb as a piece of wood. When I'm in a good mood, many things that I couldn't understand normally suddenly become clear to me." Gu Hongzhong spoke first.

The others nodded as well.

"So, from now on, if you feel like you have something pent up inside, you should vent it. If you can't find anyone to vent it to, you can come to me and take out all your anger on me. How about that?"

This suggestion was very novel, and Gu Hongzhong led the applause.

"Mr. Gu! You're not drinking properly. You're spilling it all. No, you have to drink three glasses of wine as punishment."

Gu Hongzhong had just finished clapping when Wan Feng caught him with his little braid.

"Did you see that? This is retaliation on the spot! I haven't even finished clapping my hands when this little shoe comes flying at me. So everyone should just listen to what this guy says. I guarantee that if you pour your grievances on him, he'll teach you a lesson right away."

Laughter rang out in the room.

"Mr. Wan! I really like listening to your dreams. Our country is now connected to the Internet. What do you think computers will look like in the future?" Qin Guanghui changed the subject and raised a question that he often cared about.

Wan Feng often said some very forward-looking words, which he himself characterized as dreams. Over time, everyone in Nanwan Group knew that Mr. Wan loved to dream.

"I believe computers will be incredibly useful in the future, from rocket launches to personal entertainment at home. They'll play a vital role and permeate nearly every aspect of life. I won't discuss those high-end aspects, but rather home entertainment, which is what's closest to us."

Qin Guanghui nodded.

"In the future, computers will be able to watch TV, movies, read books, read news, play games, and even express opinions and pick up girls."

"Can I still pick up girls?" Qin Guanghui asked subconsciously.

"Look, your fox tail is showing, isn't it? Look at you all showing perverted eyes when you mention women."

There was another burst of laughter from everyone present.

"Who gave me a perverted look? I didn't." Qin Guanghui argued.

This time the laughter in the room was much louder and more unrestrained.

Whether they are peddlers or scholars, they all have the same interest in topics related to men and women.