How could Li Fu not notice Wan Feng's joking attitude?

"Boss Wan! Don't think I'm trying to flatter you. I'm speaking from the heart, as you northerners would say. Although this is an era of information isolation, I still know a little about you. In 1980, when you were thirteen, you started doing business. It was only a penny trade, but anyone who did business back then would be considered a pioneer today."

Wan Feng felt a little embarrassed. "Boss Li! You're exaggerating. Back then, the goal was just to have enough money to buy some delicious food and set off firecrackers for the New Year. It wasn't that fancy."

"I believe what you said was your goal at the time, and it could be said that this was the goal of all children at the time. I'm four or five years older than you, so there's no generation gap between us. I also wanted to buy a candy bar, a popsicle, or a cake. I clearly remember someone gave me a piece of cake when I was fifteen. It was so delicious, I'll never forget the wonderful enjoyment my taste buds gave me. At that time, I thought that if I could eat a piece of cake every day for the rest of my life, my life would be happy. Later, when I had money, I bought ten pounds of cake at a time, but I never felt the same way as when I was a child."

Li Fu seemed to be immersed in memories.

Wan Feng had also felt what he said in his previous life. What he felt was not cake or candy, but banana.

That year seemed to be 1977. At that time, his family was still living in the 31st Company of the 4th Division of the Longjiang Red Frontier Farm.

That autumn, for some unknown reason, a batch of bananas arrived at the company's canteen.

His father bought two bunches of dark green bananas.

That was the first time he saw a banana. He didn't know it needed to be peeled, so he just picked it up and took a bite.

This is so sour and refreshing.

Of course, the bananas shipped from the south to Heilongjiang cannot be fully ripe, and even 70% to 80% ripe is not acceptable.

Wan Feng now recalls that the bananas shipped to Heilongjiang at that time were probably not even half ripe, because the bananas had to be kept in boxes and it took about a week to ripen.

When the bananas were ripe after a week, when Wan Feng ate them again, that was the feeling Li Fu had at that moment called happiness.

At that time, his wish was to be able to eat bananas often in his life.

But among fruits nowadays, he doesn’t like bananas anymore.

"I was four or five years older than you at the time, but why didn't I think of making money? Instead, I was herding cattle! So from this aspect, you were no ordinary person back then."

Doesn’t that mean I live one more life? In my previous life, I was not much different from a silly roe deer.

"You started with a penny business, then moved on to selling popsicles, fish, and melons, then clothes, and electronic watches and videotapes, until you started making wheelchairs, clothes, and small farm tools..."

"Wait a minute! Mr. Li, how do you know all this?"

This guy knows so much details, so he must also know what happened between him and Luan Feng on the beach, right?

Holy shit! That would be embarrassing.

"Hehe! When I arrived in Jiangwei last year, I stayed there for two or three days. Everyone knows your place called Wahou."

This guy is so insidious. He tried to find out my background before asking me to do anything for him.

But Wan Feng felt relieved. At least no one knew about the ridiculous things they did when they were young.

"So, when I say I admire you from the bottom of my heart, I'm not just being polite or hypocritical. Come on, President Wan! To show my admiration for you, I have to drink this cup, no matter what. Cheers!"

Li Fu picked up his beer glass and clinked it with Wan Feng.

"Mr. Li! Your car will be offline tomorrow. Have you got your permit?"

"I bought a struggling car manufacturer in Sichuan. They have a catalog of small trucks and passenger cars."

"Haha! Trying to fish in troubled waters."

It's okay to make a minivan for passenger cars, but it's too much to make a sedan.

"Let's build it first. Once I've built a qualified car, will the country be able to produce it?"

Many people who were making cars at the time thought the same thing, but none of them got the catalog.

Nanwan got up early, so he got the catalog for free.

Geely obtained the national license to produce cars in 2001, thanks to China's accession to the WTO, otherwise it is hard to say whether it could eventually get the catalogue.

It’s only been more than three years since 2001, and it’s gone in a flash.

If Li Fu asks, Wan Feng doesn't mind letting Jili list in Nanwan, even if it means supporting a brother unit.

Although Geely was destined to enter the low-end sedan market, Wan Feng did not really regard Geely as a competitor.

You said that you look down on me in your heart, a little bit.

But the main thing is that Nanwan will enter the mid-range sedan market next, which does not conflict much with Geely’s current development strategy.

Besides, Wan Feng cannot occupy such a large market in China alone. His usual strategy is not to eat alone.

Although monopoly can bring high profits, it will also be envied by peers.

Foreigners believe in winner-takes-all, which, strictly speaking, is still an extension of the law of the jungle.

The Chinese people believe in the roundness of the earth, the doctrine of the mean, and the way of integration, which are not on the same level as the Western concepts themselves.

Of course, there was no need for him to make a promise unless Li Fu asked.

"Mr. Li, what do you think of the car you're building now once it's put on the market?"

Speaking of this topic, Li Fu's confidence seemed to have weakened a lot.

"To be honest, I was quite nervous. I felt like a gambler with all his cards in hand. I didn't know whether fate would bring me a smile or a tear."

"It'll be fine. I'm very optimistic about you."

Wan Feng is of course optimistic about Li Fu. If he is not optimistic about him, why would he give him such great support?

Of course, he doesn't support just anyone.

After having a good meal and a drink, Li Fu accompanied Wan Feng to visit his Haoqing Industrial Park.

This industrial park was built under the name of manufacturing motorcycles, and of course there is also a part of the base inside that manufactures motorcycles.

Wan Feng knew almost nothing about the Ji brand motorcycle made by Li Fu, whether in his previous life or this life. It seemed that Li Fu's motorcycle did not go north.

Logically speaking, since he is a motorcycle maker now, he should know something about the motorcycles made by Li Fu.

But he didn't know, it's not that he didn't know, it's that he had never seen it.

There are indeed no motorcycles of theirs in the northern market.

Li Fu probably knew that it was boring to take Wan Feng to see motorcycles, so he just gave a brief introduction to the motorcycle manufacturing area and then took Wan Feng to the car base.

Don’t say that the Haoqing Automobile Base is small but has everything, including all the processes. You can tell at a glance that this is a place where people really want to make cars.

After visiting Jili's stamping, welding and painting workshops, we finally entered the engine assembly workshop.

Here he saw the engine production line coming from South Bay.