"Moreover," Old Liu said, taking a bite of meat, "I heard that farmers can get loans to buy these things, without having to pay a single penny, and just drive them away."
Jiang Cheng was stunned for a moment: "Is that so? I really didn't know. But it doesn't matter, loans definitely have interest to pay."
"Yes, that's why I said if the tricycles keep maintaining this quality, you'll see, it's bound to explode sooner or later."
"Forget about that, let's drink!"
What was said without malice may have been taken to heart by the listener.
Sitting to the side, Xiao Zhao snorted inwardly.
Are they talking about the tricycles produced by Qimingxing?
And sales are booming, they're everywhere?
It's impossible!
The agricultural machinery station doesn't sell anything; just let it gather dust in a corner!
I don't know what Qimingxing is thinking. If they want to increase sales, they should learn from Zhang Changhe.
Xiao Zhao got half-drunk, paid the bill, and left.
I went outside.
I did see a tricycle at the entrance.
The truck bed was covered in dust and mud, clearly indicating that it had done a lot of work.
Xiao Zhao laughed and said, "What a nice tricycle! It's a pity they're not selling it anymore."
In a daze, Xiao Zhao seemed to see a scene of tricycles rushing all over the street.
Lots of tricycles are calling out.
If he sold all these tricycles himself, the commission would be enough for him to live a carefree life.
His body swayed as he stepped down the stairs.
Suddenly, a brilliant idea flashed into my mind.
etc!
Xiao Zhao instantly snapped out of his daze: "If the agricultural machinery station refuses to sell tricycles, what will Qimingxing do?"
"Do you sell them yourself?"
"With so many rural areas across the entire continent, wouldn't Venus be exhausted?"
"It seems that Qimingxing is neither a state-owned enterprise nor a local enterprise. It is nominally a township enterprise, so it should be privately owned."
"Qimingxing (Morning Star) probably won't waste its energy expanding its market, right?"
"So...do they need an agent?"
Xiao Zhao wasn't quite sure.
In fact, the best sales channel is agricultural machinery stations.
Farmers have come to the consensus that they should buy agricultural machinery from agricultural machinery stations, which have a government backing and are trustworthy.
Farmers are inherently resistant to the idea of having agents sell their produce.
Xiao Zhao gave a bitter smile and berated himself: "Zhao Jiahui, Zhao Jiahui, who do you think you are? You want to be a tricycle dealer? Do you have customers? Do you have funds?"
"Daydreaming!"
Xiao Zhao swayed unsteadily, went home, and fell asleep immediately.
...
The next day.
Xiao Zhao appeared at the entrance of Qimingxing Gate as if by some strange twist of fate!
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