As the old saying goes: People with different ideals cannot work together.

Wan Feng didn't bother to pay attention to people like Luo Dasheng who only cared about foreigners and looked down on mainland compatriots.

You take your Yangguan Road and I take mine.

Lin Lairong shook his head helplessly. This guy didn't even care about his meals. How angry was Wan Feng at Luo Dasheng's last words?

"Uncle Luo! When we got here, didn't I tell you to be respectful to General Wan? Put away your Xianggang tricks. General Wan is a man who doesn't tolerate any injustice. My father didn't even get a single benefit from him."

"Did I say something wrong?"

"You said they must have plagiarized foreign technology. Isn't that wrong?"

"I think what I said is absolutely right. These technologies are not even available in Hunan and Hong Kong, so how can mainland Chinese people produce them?"

Lin Lairong sighed, "Uncle Luo! It seems that bringing you here this time was my biggest mistake."

Lin Lairong took these people to Wankou Hotel for dinner and then returned to Xianggang without even discussing the matter of the car.

I just called Wan Feng to say hello before leaving.

Less than a week after Lin Lairong left Nanwan, Zhang Shiqian came again.

"Xiao Wan! Did you promise to dismantle an AX100 line for Lin Lairong in Xiwan?" Zhang Shiqian asked hurriedly as soon as they met.

Wan Feng nodded: "I agree."

Zhang Shiqian was bewildered: "Why? This is selling very well."

"I told you that you have implemented the plan to reduce production this year?" Wan Feng did not answer the question about the motorcycle stitching removal first.

“I did execute this.”

"You know our country is going to join the WTO, right?"

Zhang Shiqian nodded: "Aren't they negotiating now? I don't think it will take four to five years to reach a conclusion."

"Your judgment is quite reliable. Negotiations will indeed take four to five years. We estimate that they will be concluded around 2000, and I estimate that formal accession will not be later than 2002."

"What does this have to do with motorcycles?"

"It's a huge deal. Now that we've joined the WTO, we have to follow standards set by them in all aspects, and emissions are one of them. If we adopt the emission standards set by Europe and the United States, two-stroke motorcycles will be the first to be eliminated in the motorcycle industry. Do you think it matters?"

Zhang Shiqian had no idea about the emission standards for waste gas, but he knew it was not a good thing.

"Isn't it too early for us to move the production line now? We still have several years to go. At the very least, we can still make enough money to run the production line. But if we stop and scrap the line, won't that be the end of it?"

There is nothing wrong with Zhang Shiqian’s idea.

During these five or six years, even if the worst happens, selling motorcycles to make a production line worth tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of dollars is not a big burden. When the time comes, can't we just sell the scrapped production line as scrap metal?

"What you said is not a bad idea. What I mean is that gasoline-powered motorcycles will completely disappear from the Nanwan Group's territory in ten years. How Xiwan develops is your business. I'm just a shareholder. But the Nanwan Group will stop all gasoline-powered motorcycles around 2005. So we're taking action now. I've already transferred one line out, and in two years I'll transfer another line to the north. If you don't agree with the line that Lin Lairong wants, I'll transfer the Nanwan line to her."

"Do you mean that motorcycles will disappear in China in the future?"

"No, at least in rural areas it will continue to exist, but in first-, second- and third-tier cities it will definitely be banned and replaced by battery-powered electric motorcycles."

Zhang Shiqian was skeptical about what Wan Feng said. Why would a good motorcycle be banned?

If it is true that motorcycles are not allowed to be sold in first-, second- and third-tier cities, how much sales can be expected in the rural market?

"Since you said so, I'll transfer an AX100 line to Lin Lairong."

"The motorcycle market, especially the 90cc motorcycle market, will enter a period of chaos this year, possibly starting in April or May. Since the electric start line has been remodeled, we can focus on producing it. Once the other line is remodeled, we can shift all our production to electric start motorcycles."

Nanwan has two AX100 lines, two Feiyue lines, a pedal line, and a microvan line with a production capacity of 30,000 units.

Originally he wanted to join the pickup truck line, but Wan Feng told him that pickup trucks would be regulated by the state in two years, so he did not join. He only joined the micro-van line for one day last year.

Zhang Shiqian is now also a wealthy man in Dongguan, with a net worth of more than 1 billion yuan. It is a bit of a stretch to say that he is the richest man in Dongguan, but it should be no problem for his net worth to be among the top five private enterprises in Dongguan.

"good!"

“How are your Sissi sales?”

The scooter scene in Nanwan is called "Beggar Season", but Zhang Shiqian created a Princess Sissi. Although the names are different, they are the same thing.

"The scooter is great, it's selling really well. I named it Princess Sissi because I thought it would be bought only by women, but who knew boys would like it too? Now I think there are more men riding it than women on the streets. By the way, can you give me a scooter cable?"

"You should have told me earlier that the guys in the equipment processing department don't have much work to do right now. They're all taking on outside jobs."

"Then I want two."

"If you can handle ten of them, I'm fine with that, but it's better to be cautious this year."

After careful consideration, Zhang Shiqian ordered a pedal line, then looked at the Panda Car for a long time but did not take it.

He is very satisfied with the sales of microvans now. He plans to make microvans first in the automotive field, and mainly focus on building motorcycles.

February 26th.

Lin Lairong was strolling around Lan Kwai Fong with a few close friends in Xianggang. Just when she was enjoying herself, she received a call from Lin Juchuang.

"My dear daughter, I have good news and bad news for you. Barings Bank collapsed. As a result of its collapse, all Hang Seng stocks have plummeted, with an average drop of over 30%. Wan Rong Tai has suffered the worst drop, down 90%. Fortunately, we sold all the stocks we bought from outsiders, so not only have we not lost anything, we've even made some profit from the recent rally."

Lin Lairong's heart skipped a beat.

Seven or eight days ago, Wan Feng mentioned Barings Bank. Could it be that he knew that Barings Bank was going to go bankrupt?

"The bad news is that our stocks have also fallen, by more than 10%, but compared with others, our losses are the smallest." Lin Juchuang actually laughed with schadenfreude on the phone.

"By the way, where did you get your information from?" Lin Juchuang asked his daughter with a gloating smile.

That day, his daughter called and said she wanted to sell all her stocks, but he still didn't agree.

If Lin Lairong had not rushed back on the third day and sold all the foreign stocks in his hands without saying a word, it would have been disastrous this time, with an estimated loss of more than 300 million yuan.

Lin Lairong didn't tell her where Laozi got the information from. After dealing with Laozi vaguely, he thought about it and called Wan Feng.