Chishui County in the 1990s was a place of "pure" landscape.
To put it simply, they were poor.
A main road, lined with a row of low-rise shops.
Small vendors, some squatting, some sitting, guard a few baskets of seasonal vegetables, calling out their wares.
People hurrying by, dressed in gray, white and blue clothes, occasionally giving small vendors a disdainful look.
Even after years of reforms, the hierarchy of contempt still exists.
Government officials look down on everyone else, state-owned enterprise employees despise private business owners, private business employees look down on farmers, and farmers turn around and despise small vendors.
The small vendors could only roll their eyes, count the money in their pockets, and be as happy as children.
Wu Changfeng sighed: In a few years, money will be king!
From time to time.
Wu Changfeng saw a yellow Dahfa truck parked near the "Shengli Daily Necessities Factory".
A middle-aged boss came down, smoking a cigarette, looking around.
Not long after.
An engineer wearing blue overalls, with a pen in his shirt pocket, walked out.
He covered his face, lowered his head, and quickly crawled into the car.
The truck sped away, leaving behind black smoke and dust.
Wu Changfeng's eyes lit up. Shengli Daily Necessities Factory... This is a state-owned enterprise.
Is this the chance to make money?
However, I need to ask around to avoid making a fool of myself.
He squatted down next to a small vendor and asked, "Brother, what day of the week is it today?"
Wu Changfeng genuinely didn't know the date; they were out of toilet paper, let alone a calendar.
The vendor replied, "How much do you want to drink? It's Sunday today."
"Who was the boss of the bus that just passed by?"
"Wang Chuanhua used to be a farmer. I don't know what kind of luck he had, but he managed to come up with a liquid soap processing business that made quite a bit of money."
All done!
It really was him!
Wu Changfeng knew a lot about the business stories of the 1990s in his previous life.
Among them is the story of Wang Chuanhua, whose factory eventually became one of the largest dyeing and printing auxiliaries manufacturers in China.
They started by processing liquid soap.
However, this liquid soap processing technology came from engineers at a state-owned enterprise.
Every Sunday, this engineer would use his rest time to provide technical guidance to Wang Chuanhua's factory.
This practice of taking on private jobs on Sundays was common in state-owned enterprises at the time, and it was through them that private enterprises achieved their first wave of technological advancements.
The factory gains technology, the engineers earn extra income—a win-win situation for everyone.
These engineers were known as "Sunday engineers".
In fact, a few years ago, being a Sunday engineer was a dangerous profession.
He was arrested and sentenced at one point, on charges of leaking state technology and accepting bribes.
In recent years, the atmosphere has changed, and Sunday engineers are no longer considered to be semi-public or even public.
Wu Changfeng knew about Wang Zhuanhua's story because of its interesting dramatic elements.
At that time, the engineer who was in charge of the technology was very shrewd. Whenever the final step of synthesis was reached, he would chase away Wang Chuanhua and everyone else.
He took out a bag of white powder and poured it into the still-uncured soap solution.
Wang Chuanhua had no choice; after all, he had to ask them for help.
After paying technical service fees for several years, Wang Chuanhua couldn't take it anymore; this couldn't go on.
It makes me uneasy when the technology is in someone else's hands.
So they discussed with the engineers the possibility of buying out the secret formula.
Wang spent 2,000 yuan, and the engineer agreed.
result……
The engineer told him that the secret recipe for the white powder was... salt.
Wu Changfeng didn't know what Wang Huazhuan's expression was like.
But deep down, I was definitely cursing.
I thought it was some high-tech stuff, but it turns out it's just salt!
Wu Changfeng rubbed his hands together.
"The engineer definitely won't get any of this money, but I have to at least get a piece of it!"
Information asymmetry is wealth!
Wu Changfeng got up and left, taking a shortcut, moving about with great speed and agility.
Half an hour later, they arrived at a village on the outskirts of the county and found Wang Chuanhua's processing plant.
It's not large, covering only a few dozen acres.
Looking around, I noticed that the Dafabet truck wasn't in the yard; it was probably taking the engineer back to the city.
I squatted at the factory gate and waited for a while.
As expected, the car returned. Wu Changfeng straightened his clothes and waved to stop it.
"What are you doing?" Wang Chuanhua stopped the car and casually grabbed an iron rod.
In this day and age, highway robbery is nothing new.
In some areas, ruthless farmers commit crimes in groups, robbing any vehicle they see without any mercy.
Wu Changfeng waved his hand: "Don't misunderstand, I've come to bring you warmth."
"ah?"
"To put it another way, I'm an engineer at a daily necessities factory in the next county. Do you need any technical guidance?"
Wang Chuanhua sized up Wu Changfeng.
His presence and demeanor really do have that kind of energy.
But he shook his head: "No need, I already have a Sunday engineer."
"Sigh, I was hoping to earn some extra money in the short term, but someone beat me to it. It's a pity that all my skills are useless!"
Wu Changfeng sighed repeatedly.
"Wait a minute." Wang Chuanhua got out of the car and asked, "Short-term?"
“Yes, I live in the next county. It would be too much trouble for me to come over every Sunday.”
Wang Zhuanhua pondered for a moment, then stroked his chin: "Do you know the secret recipe for the final step?"
This secret formula has always been a knot in Wang's heart.
Every time we invite an engineer over, it feels like cutting flesh off our own body.
When will this money-spending ever end?
Even the biggest sucker doesn't act like this!
Wu Changfeng replied, "Secret recipe? I know the whole process. Which one do you want to ask about?"
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