Wan Feng finished his meal in a very short time.
Now was not the time to chat and talk nonsense at the dinner table, so after he finished his meal, he paid the bill and agreed with Jiang Ming to meet again here in the evening before going to the market.
After nearly five years of development, the scale of Wahou Market has further expanded and the types of business have further increased.
The land of the brick and tile factory at the southernmost end of this area was finally occupied by the market.
After the first three-year contract of the brick and tile factory contractor expired, the contract was not renewed.
The brick and tile factory's annual income of hundreds of thousands to hundreds of thousands of yuan is no longer included in the economic plan of the Wahou people. That little income is no longer worth the attention of the Wahou people.
The brick and tile factory was demolished and the vacant land was expanded into shed-style buildings.
This time, the entire depression from the Wahou team headquarters to the brick and tile factory, which is one kilometer long and five hundred meters wide, has become the world of the market.
Wan Feng walked around the market with a small notebook in his hand, stopping here and there to select small commodities that Maozi might like.
This time, the items he added were mainly daily necessities, with household items being the mainstream.
After two hours, he had added dozens of small commodity varieties to his notebook.
That’s about it. It’s not easy to have too many or too diverse items in the early stage. Just keep these for now and then slowly cover other types of products in the future.
In the small knitwear market, Wan Feng unexpectedly saw Sister Huaer who was promoting her products.
Hua'er finally set up the hosiery factory and, following Wan Feng's suggestion, produced high-elastic straight socks without heels, which seemed to be selling well.
"Sister Huaer!" Wan Feng suddenly shouted behind Huaer, scaring her.
"Boy, you're back?"
This title made Wan Feng very unhappy. He was already 19 years old and a grown man, so why was he called a brat?
"Stop being such a brat, okay? I call you sister, and even if you don't want me to call you brother, at least call me by my name. What's the point of being such a brat? I'm an adult now."
"Oh, you're so mad! You're an adult? How old are you? Are you older than me? What's wrong with me calling you a brat?"
But then again, what can you do to her? Bite her?
"Humph! If you call me brat again, I curse you to never get married and stay at home."
This curse obviously has no effect, because there is a guy selling goods with Huaer who is obviously having some quarrels with her.
"Hey! Hey, buddy, are you hooking up with my sister Huaer? As her brother, I have to warn you that my sister is not a good person. She has a bad temper and a violent temper. You should think twice before you act."
The young man probably didn't expect that the man who called himself Hua'er's younger brother would say such a thing. He stared at Wan Feng blankly for a long time before finally saying timidly, "I like her like this."
It's over! There's no more fun to be had.
"I can tell from the looks of it that you're born to be dominated by your wife. You're such a loser!"
Huaer was upset: "Who are you talking about? What are you talking about?"
Wan Feng gave the young man a sympathetic look.
"Sister Huaer, how much money did you invest in this small factory?"
When Huaer mentioned money, she frowned: "Two hundred thousand!"
"The investment is quite large. Where did you get so much money?"
"My dad gave me a portion, and the rest is a loan. It's a large sum, and I don't know when I can pay it back. Sigh!"
"Look at you sighing, don't you already have products? Why are you worrying? Let me see the quality of your socks."
Wan Feng picked up a pair of socks and stretched and then pulled them.
"Not bad, not bad, the quality is good!"
Then he picked up a pair of women's pantyhose.
"These are the women's pantyhose you asked me to knit. They're selling so slowly."
Isn't this normal? Nowadays, few people wear skirts that go above the knees, and naturally even fewer wear tights. Chinese women's thinking is still a bit feudal and conservative, so they still need to liberate their minds.
"By summer, if you wear it in an advertisement, you're guaranteed to be a hit. Wear a miniskirt that covers your buttocks, and pair it with pantyhose. It's guaranteed to cause a minor uproar."
"Get lost! I don't dress like that!"
"Look, you don't wear it yourself, how can you expect others to wear it? It takes courage to expand the market. Didn't the leaders say: be bolder, take bigger steps... Forget it, women like you who claim to be at the forefront of the times but are actually as timid as mice are just that. But it doesn't matter, I'll purchase some. Just because people in our country don't dare to wear it now doesn't mean that Russian women won't dare to wear it."
Wan Feng wrote the pantyhose in a formal way in the notebook and also noted the manufacturer at the back.
This will prevent Jiang Ming from having trouble finding where to purchase the goods.
I looked at the time. It was a little after two in the afternoon. It was time to go check on Luan Feng and his own property.
"Sister Huaer, I have something else to do, so I won't chat with you any more. Don't worry, you should be happy when summer comes."
The seasons are about to change, and socks will have a peak sales period when the seasons change.
After leaving the market, Wanfeng strolled past the Wahou Machinery Factory.
Holy crap! The car fleet in front of the Wahou Machinery Factory stretched quite far. A large portion of these cars were from other provinces, with license plates from all over the place.
Naturally, the trucks coming out of the machinery factory were loaded with motorcycles.
The Jiangwei 70 motorcycle produced by the machinery factory has been a hot seller since it was launched on the market. The situation is not just generally gratifying, but extremely gratifying.
Seeing this momentum, Wan Feng's heart was excited. He thought that the engine of his motorcycle should also have some results, and once it was on the market, there would be such a sales scenario.
Although he still received dividends from the Wahou Machinery Factory, he always felt that it was someone else's property and not his.
It’s better to have your own children.
At this moment, he felt that he should fly to the Nanwan factory to find out the inside story.
To fly to the Nanwan factory, one must pass through four lines of defense: the instant noodle factory, Wan Shuiming's small hardware processing factory, and Fengfeng Garment Factory.
Wan Feng originally planned to fly over in one go, but unfortunately he was defeated in front of the first line of defense, the instant noodle factory.
Because the entrance of the instant noodle factory was also filled with all kinds of large and small cars, trucks, three-wheeled and four-wheeled vehicles, he couldn't fly over.
These stupid drivers are such bastards. The small square in front of the instant noodle factory was packed with cars, and later cars even occupied the cement road. It's okay if you occupied the right side, but what's the big deal if you occupied the left side as well?
Only one-third of the road surface was left.
Wan Feng didn't think that one-third of the road could accommodate a truck, and could only barely accommodate three or four-wheeled vehicles.
Could it be that the truck pulling goods out of the instant noodle factory can fly over?
Do these drivers even have a driver's license? They don't even know the most basic traffic rules!
Wan Feng felt it necessary to pretend to be a traffic policeman and educate these drivers about traffic rules.
So, Wanfeng Baoxiang roared solemnly, and it took a lot of effort to clear a path for the cars that were parked in a mess.
There should be a sign on the side of the road, and anyone who blocks the road again will be fined 50 yuan.
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