After going around in circles for a long time.
Liu Tiao, holding 20,000 yuan in cash, rode back to Chishui City with Wu Changfeng.
Wu Changfeng didn't stay idle in the car.
Draw the amplifier principle of the fishbone antenna.
The willow branches made her dizzy; the various lines and symbols were beyond her comprehension.
Liu Tiao became even more interested in Wu Changfeng.
I initially thought he was a swindler, a speculative businessman.
I didn't expect him to know about electronics.
Liu Tiao rested her chin on her hand, staring intently at Wu Changfeng: "Hey, what's your educational background?"
What's your educational background?
The predecessor did not graduate from primary school.
A graduate student in the previous life.
To sum it up, it's probably... Wu Changfeng replied, "A vocational school graduate."
"Then you should have a job, right? Vocational school graduates are guaranteed job placement."
"Is there anything more appealing than going to sea?" Wu Changfeng asked with a smile.
Before Liu Tiao could answer, a man next to her interjected, "Exactly, isn't going into business better than working a regular job?"
"Look at me, I just deal with screws, and one sale makes me more than someone else works a month in a regular job!"
"I'm proud!"
"It's really frustrating not being able to gain recognition from others."
Wu Changfeng said with a smile, "Some people envy you that day."
When passing through Jiangcheng, Wu Changfeng and Liu Tiao got off the bus.
The two arrived at Jiangcheng Electronics Factory.
When he first arrived, Wu Changfeng thought he had gone to the wrong place.
The factory area was overgrown with weeds, and wild rabbits darted around.
"Where...is this?" Liu Tiao was truly astonished that a local enterprise could have fallen into such a state of disrepair.
Wu Changfeng pointed to the white sign with black lettering: "It should... be Jiangcheng Electronics Factory, right?"
"It's been off the table for a long time, hasn't it?"
In the 1990s, due to adjustments in national policies, some state-owned enterprises had already gone bankrupt.
For employees who cannot be accommodated, only the most basic living allowance can be provided.
This is tantamount to being laid off.
The large-scale destruction of "iron rice bowls" (guaranteed jobs) will take several more years.
At that time, laid-off workers were everywhere, and society was filled with a sense of desolation.
Fortunately, the country developed rapidly in a few years and managed to get through this difficult period.
"Let's see."
Wu Changfeng felt a pang of disappointment. If things really didn't go well, it would be a real problem.
Ordering electronic components from other cities incurs too high shipping costs!
For him, who was just starting out in his business, this was an expense he couldn't afford.
I knocked on the guardhouse door.
An old man poked his head out, puffing on his pipe: "What's up?"
Wu Changfeng pointed inside the factory area: "This factory is bankrupt?"
"Pretty much, because the business wasn't doing well, that's how it was at the beginning of the year."
Wu Changfeng breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, it hadn't been long and there was still hope.
"I have orders, can you still produce electronic components?"
"Huh?" The old man's mouth dropped open. "You have an order?"
Wu Changfeng nodded.
“Young man, come in quickly. Let me tell you, even though there’s no one in the factory, the equipment and workers live nearby, so starting operations shouldn’t be a problem.”
Wu Changfeng nodded: "Where's the factory manager? Call him over so we can talk."
"Wait, I'll make a call."
A short while later.
A man was riding a bicycle, and the chain was sparking as he pedaled.
Upon reaching the factory gate, without even stopping, he jumped off the bicycle. It crashed into a large tree with a loud bang, the rims becoming warped and dented.
He shouted, "Oh, is that Mr. Wu Changfeng? I heard you have an order?"
Wu Changfeng was terrified by the factory director's style.
Bicycles aren't cheap, and they're ruined just like that?
"We have orders, and they're big orders."
Liao, the factory owner, almost fainted from happiness. He shook hands with Mr. Wu and said, "Mr. Wu, you have no idea how excellent our factory is!"
"It's a well-known name in the surrounding area."
"You've come to the right place!"
"I can't guarantee anything else, but I'll do it for you at cost price!"
You should at least consider the context before you start bragging.
This factory area is indeed quite excellent, almost like a pristine natural environment.
Wu Changfeng didn't care about these things; it was normal to boast a little in order for the company to operate and survive.
He said, "Director Liao, I want to make a signal amplifier. I can't guarantee anything else, but the market demand is definitely over ten million units."
Go ahead and brag!
First, use sheer numbers to intimidate Director Liao; this will pave the way for the subsequent negotiations.
As for whether they can meet the demand for those quantities, Wu Changfeng is absolutely certain.
The overall market demand is certainly greater than that, but our own demand cannot reach that level.
He himself did not lie.
Once a copycat product comes out, whether or not you buy a signal amplifier from your factory manager in Liaoning is none of my business!
Director Liao was immediately shocked.
One, ten million in demand!
Oh my god.
The factory in Liaoning had naturally seen signal amplifiers before.
The more expensive one has a factory price of 15 yuan, which translates to a turnover of 150 million yuan!
In the entire city of Jiangcheng, businesses of all sizes that can achieve this level of turnover are extremely rare.
Are we about to take off?
To my utter surprise, a tycoon showed up!
It can not only revive electronics factories, but also make them thrive.
Director Liao's eyes gleamed, and drool dripped from the corner of his mouth.
The willow branches are tilted.
Wu Changfeng, you're really playing tricks!
She didn't know the exact price of a signal amplifier.
But even a fool would know that if each one were only one dollar, the total amount would be tens of millions!
How much money do you have?
I may be a petty swindler, but you, Wu Changfeng, are a master conman!
"Mr. Wu, I'll set up a table and we can chat while we drink!"
Wu Changfeng waved his hand: "Time is tight and the task is heavy. Let's skip the Liao Factory Director position."
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