The next day.
Wu Changfeng inspected the production of fishbone antennas in the workshop, promptly corrected problems, and acted as a product quality inspector.
"Pay attention to the curvature of this bend; aesthetics and simplicity are the top priorities."
"Don't tighten the screws too much, or the aluminum tube will be crushed."
"Everyone here is an experienced worker. Learning isn't difficult; the challenge lies in being proficient, fast, and steady."
"But remember, work experience is not a quality standard. You should assemble by comparing with qualified products, find problems, and proactively solve them."
Wu Changfeng took a stroll around.
These workers are quite qualified; they can be persuaded with just a few words and actively contribute to the quality standards.
For migrant workers, it's wishful thinking to expect to practice for at least ten days to two weeks.
By then, Wu Changfeng had already gone bankrupt.
Furthermore, a strict rule was enacted: urinating or defecating indiscriminately is prohibited.
This is no joke.
In my previous life, a leader was parachuted into a state-owned enterprise and issued several reform plans, the first of which was to prohibit urination and defecation in public.
The factory is on track, and more and more merchants will come to buy goods from it. But this place is full of landmines.
How disgusting!
In this era, some companies have chaotic and disorganized management systems, with no one in charge or asking questions.
Whether employees come to work or not is up to them, since there's no work to do anyway.
Everyone was waiting for government assistance, and there was complete chaos.
The workers initially showed clear signs of resistance: "You, Wu Changfeng, are in charge of everything, even people's poop and farts?"
Wu Changfeng only said one thing: "Those who violate this rule will have their money deducted!"
Economic oppression forced the workers to submit.
What's going on?
Who dares!
Around noon, three parents from Jiangcheng City cautiously knocked on the factory gate.
Wu Changfeng personally greeted them.
Little Fatty's mother asked hesitantly, "Factory manager, is a confidentiality agreement not required? I've heard you're doing things for the country."
Wu Changfeng smiled somewhat awkwardly: "No need, we are just one part of economic development, not the military industry, so please feel free to do as you please."
The three parents breathed a sigh of relief.
"I remember this factory manager was in charge of producing tractors, how come he's involved in high-tech manufacturing?"
Another parent replied, "That's all old news. The factory manager did initially produce tractors."
"We spent a lot of money to poach a few half-baked engineers."
"Who would have thought that the locomotive we produced would break down before it even left the factory gate?"
"After struggling for half a year, not a single tractor that can actually run has rolled off the production line."
"It is said that the leaders of the mining bureau were furious. They spent a lot of money, but the results were nothing."
"In the end, it was a farmer who saved the factory by asking if he could weld a truck bed for it."
"That's how we barely survived, but the profits were really not good."
The three women chattered away, gossiping about everyday matters as if they were browsing a market, making Wu Changfeng seem like a lackey from the old days.
"Ladies, are you...?"
The three parents exclaimed, "Oh! We almost forgot, antenna! We're buying an antenna!"
Wu Changfeng gestured: "This way, please. Due to our tight production capacity, various regions are requesting goods."
"We also need to process data for the country, and the demand is far from meeting the supply!"
Although the three parents didn't know the price yet, their expressions tightened, and they asked, "But you can't let us come all this way for nothing. My child's crying is so loud, I can't stand it."
"Uh..." Wu Changfeng feigned reluctance: "Then I'll talk to the leaders and make sure we can squeeze out three sets for you no matter what."
"Oh, thank you, young comrade. You're clearly a good person."
"By the way, how much does this antenna cost?"
"Don't make it too expensive, otherwise we won't be able to afford it."
Wu Changfeng boasted for a while, claiming that the high-tech equipment was a secret obtained by undercover agents from across the ocean at great personal risk.
The three parents, who had been on edge, were relieved to hear that the undercover agents had returned home safely.
The story is just as exciting as 007!
Wu Changfeng said again, "Look, this hard-won fishbone antenna technology, 200 yuan a set is not unreasonable, is it?"
The three parents' lips twitched.
What is that?
200 yuan?
We're a dual-income family, and we only earn a little over 500 yuan a month. This thing costs 200?
Why don't you just rob someone?
No matter how exciting the story is, once it touches on the issue of personal finances, the three parents treat it like a class enemy.
"It really can't be any cheaper; this is a price set by the government."
The parent's eyes lit up immediately: "The price set by the government? Young man, are there also prices outside the planned budget? Why don't you tell me all of them?"
In this era, there is a term: "dual-track pricing system".
One type is the commodity price set by the state.
One type is where factories that fulfill national production quotas can set their own prices for the extra products they produce.
This phenomenon has given rise to a unique profession: reseller.
Wu Changfeng coughed a few times: "The production capacity is tight. The national task has not been completed yet, and the unplanned items have not been priced."
"Then go ask your supervisor!"
After some grumbling and whining from his parents, Wu Changfeng led a few people to the office.
at this time.
Lu Guangcai, a merchant from Wenzhou, had just arrived and was arguing with Liu Tiao.
Wu Changfeng opened the door and entered, asking, "Sir, these three comrades want to buy an antenna, but the price..."
Liu Tiao instantly realized that Wu Changfeng was acting.
He spoke coldly, "What's going on? Do I need to concern myself with such a trivial matter?"
The parent warmly stepped forward to shake hands: "Oh my, I didn't expect the leader to be a woman. Let me tell you, you have to take good care of us women!"
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