What Wan Feng needs to do now is to raise enough money. Once the gasoline engine factory has the idea of ​​handling these technologies and production lines, he will take over as quickly as possible.

But if he wants to take over, he must establish a relationship with the new gasoline engine factory manager.

It doesn't matter. How can he know when the other party will make a move?

"Brother Qi, what did your old man do in the gasoline engine factory?"

"The director of the carburetor workshop, just an ordinary worker."

Workshop manager? Someone who works on carburetors? This seems like a good idea!

The workshop director is a link between the upper and lower levels in the factory. He works with the front-line workers below and has access to the core level of the factory above. If you ask him about many things, you will probably get to know a lot of inside information.

This is probably all that's left in Qi Xingcheng's stomach, so there's no point in asking any more questions.

"Brother Qi, your old man is just at home tending flowers and doing nothing else right now?"

"What else can I do now that I'm retired? I just tend to flowers every day. I have dozens of pots of flowers and treat them like treasures. They are more dear to me than to us, their children. Compared to those flowers, my brother, sister and I seem like wild animals."

"Oh! The old man still has dozens of pots of flowers?"

In fact, it is very common for everyone in Changchun City to grow flowers, and there is nothing strange about it.

"I can't say there are more than 20 pots left."

"Are there any rare flowers?"

"Of course I have. The one you bought today is nothing compared to my old man. It's just an average item."

That pot of peacock orchid wasn't even counted? Did he stumble upon a treasure? His luck was too good to be true. He not only got important information from a random person on the street, but also discovered a master.

"Brother Qi, can you take me to meet your old man?"

Qi Xingcheng did not let down his guard just because he drank three glasses of beer from Wan Feng. After all, it was their first meeting and who knew where the other person came from, so he did not answer the question immediately.

"I know you have doubts, maybe you suspect I'm after your grandfather's flowers. Let me be honest. I rented a piece of land in Sancha River and built two greenhouses. I've planted a lot of Clivia seedlings in them, maybe a few thousand. I hired a technician, but he's a bit overwhelmed with so many seedlings. Do you understand what I mean?"

Qi Xingcheng pondered for a moment: "Are you planning to ask my father to help you take care of the seedlings?"

Wan Feng shook his head. "That's not what I meant. I just wanted to ask for your experience in growing famous flowers. The flowers I grow, despite the large number and variety, are just seedlings. I can manage seedlings, but growing famous flowers is a struggle. I'd like to learn from you, Mr. Ye, and learn some of your flower-growing skills."

"Did you really grow thousands of pots of flowers in Sancha River?"

"Well, if you don't believe me, go home after dinner and send the things home, then come with me to Sancha River and you'll know for sure. It's not far!"

"Okay! Since you bought me a pot of flowers, I'll go take a look. It's nothing to worry about anyway."

That was how the matter was settled. After dinner, Qi Xingcheng rode his bike home and gave the remaining two pots of flowers and the money from the sales to his father. Then he turned around and met up with Wan Feng, and rode a three-wheeled motorcycle to Sancha River.

When Qi Xingcheng saw that Wan Feng's two greenhouses were full of Clivia seedlings, his eyes almost popped out of his head in surprise.

"Oh my god! You've really cultivated so many flower seedlings, and they're all good varieties and look great."

"I didn't lie to you, did I?"

"If you sell these flowers in the market now, they will be worth hundreds of thousands of dollars."

Qi Xingcheng's words of praise aroused Wan Feng's vigilance. Yes, now anyone who sees the scale of his flower shed knows that these flowers are worth hundreds of thousands!

This is not a small amount of three or two cents.

Not to mention 1984, even if it was thirty years later, hundreds of thousands of dollars would be enough to make people take risks.

Maybe someone has already started to set his sights on his flower shed.

It is not enough to have economic achievements, we must also have the ability to defend them.

Although the skills of his men are fine, it seems that something is missing?

arms!

While it's not illegal to keep guns now, we should equip our men with guns. Rifles are too conspicuous, so it should be fine to equip them with hunting rifles.

By the way, buy seven or eight hunting rifles to arm them.

Yang Jianguo, Han Meng and Zhao Gang here all come from the military, so handling guns is not a problem for them. The rest of the people will be taught by these three.

Of course these guns are just for scaring people, they can actually kill people!

"So, am I qualified to visit your grandfather?" Wan Feng changed the subject, not wanting to dwell on how much these flowers were worth.

"You're so qualified! I can't imagine there's anyone in Changchun who grows flowers on such a large scale. Compared to you, the big flower growers I know are nothing."

Qi Xingcheng's praise came from the heart.

Since Wan Feng is qualified to visit Qi Xingcheng's father, it would be better to take action than to be tempted.

I'll go to Qi's house in the afternoon.

Before leaving, Wan Feng gave Yang Jianguo two thousand yuan and asked him to go to the city to buy a gun and ammunition.

After the arrangements were completed, Wan Feng and Qi Xingcheng went into the city. They spent more than a hundred yuan to buy a lot of gifts and came to Qi Xingcheng's house.

Qi Xingcheng's family also lived on the edge of the city, in the Luyuan District, not far from Sancha River.

Because they live on the edge of the city, the Qi family's place is quite spacious. There is a glass greenhouse of about ten square meters in the yard. There are thirty-four pots of Clivia in the greenhouse, including mature orchids and more than ten pots of seedlings with a few leaves.

Qi Xingcheng's father was watering the flowers with a kettle, and he was watering them very carefully.

"Dad! I have a friend who also grows flowers. He wants to ask you for some Clivia cultivation techniques. The pot of peacock orchid you bought today was bought by him."

Perhaps the last sentence had an effect. The old man looked up at Wan Feng and nodded to him.

"Hello, Master Qi!"

"well!"

After Wan Feng introduced himself, he squatted beside Qi Lan and asked some questions about Clivia.

This is just an introduction, Wan Feng doesn't plan to specialize in growing flowers in the future.

"Master Qi, I see that you are still very healthy. Are you not planning to do anything else?"

After discussing the issue of Clivia for more than ten minutes, Wan Feng gradually led the topic in the direction he wanted.

"Hahaha, Xiao Wan, once you retire, everything is over. What else can you do?"

"You retired early to allow your son to take over. You're not even sixty this year, are you?"

"I'll be sixty next year. When you're sixty, your physical and mental strength are gone. You're just a useless person and can't do anything."

"You can't say that. Aren't you taking good care of your flowers?"

"Growing flowers is a minor activity with no future prospects. It's something people only grow when they're old and have nothing better to do."

Growing flowers is indeed not a proper career. It is OK for self-cultivation, but relying on it to support a family is extremely unreliable.

Because a vivid lesson will happen in the city of Changchun in more than half a year.