The research on the AX100 motorcycle engine was successful, and the next step was to develop a 90CC motorcycle. When researching the 90CC engine, it would be best to also research a 90CC horizontal engine at the same time.
Once successful, scooters can be produced.
Lower power is not a problem, the Mulan 50 still uses the 50 engine, and it also has a small pedal.
That’s right, let’s do it. Who says pedals have to be 125?
In the previous life, when scooters first came out, their engines had many problems.
As long as the Nanwan factory can develop an engine of good quality, it will remain invincible even if its power is lower.
Besides, if they could have brought this type of car to the market before the 1990s, the market would have belonged to the Nanwan factory.
The first authentic large scooters to appear on the mainland market should be at the end of 1992. Therefore, if the Nanwan factory could really launch the scooters on the market in 1990, who else would own this market if not theirs!
Whoever occupies the market first within a certain period of time will own it. If you manage it well, the market will always respect your brand.
"How much did you buy this car?" Wan Feng collected his thoughts and asked Luan Feng about the motorcycle.
"Director Xiao gave me a cost price of five thousand seven hundred."
This means that the retail price of this motorcycle in the market should be around 8,000.
"Where's your 50?"
"I sold it to Sister Min for 200 yuan. She bought it for her boyfriend to ride on."
This spendthrift woman sold it again? She only bought it a few days ago, less than half a year!
"My sister wanted it but I didn't give it to her, so she wanted a white clover. It's not like she can't afford it, and I sold it for 200 yuan. Am I smart?"
She actually has the nerve to show off?
Haha, Jiang Min has become Luan Feng’s second-hand goods purchasing station. I guess this woman is now ready to take over Luan Feng’s 70 motorcycle.
"If you sell this motorcycle for a few hundred dollars in the future, I will divorce you!" Wan Feng threatened.
Luan Feng chuckled, "Of course not! I bought this for almost six thousand. I can't sell it for a few hundred. I'm not stupid!"
Compared with the 50 motorcycle, the 70 motorcycle is a real motorcycle. It is not only big but also stable. It can carry a person without any problem and it runs fast.
When he ran to the entrance of South Big Bend, he saw Han Guangjia and Yu Jiadong gesturing at something.
"Han Guang's family took 50,000 yuan from me. I've become a bank now. Anyone who doesn't have money comes to me." Luan Feng said with dissatisfaction.
This was what Wan Feng had promised. If Han Guang's family didn't have enough money, they could go to Luan Feng to get it.
"Aren't you the housekeeper? If you don't manage the money, who will? If you don't like managing the money, then I'll find someone younger to manage it. What do you think?"
"I dare you! You think a certain part is too strong."
"Haha, of course it's strong, otherwise how could you sing."
Luan Feng was named the singer on the kang by Wan Feng. Of course, only the couple understood this joke.
"Oh! You bastard, why do you say anything?" Luan Feng hit Wan Feng's spine again from behind. If he kept hitting him for another two years, he would probably be able to be a drummer.
Wan Feng did not stop here because he had to go back to meet Jiang Ming. He waved to Han Guangjia and Yu Jiadong and walked away.
Han Guangjia was confused. When did this guy come back?
When passing by the old headquarters of the Jiangwei Brigade, Wan Feng turned the car inside to take a look.
Because Chen Tianci rented a house in the Crouching Tigers Team, he did not move into this yard. Instead, it benefited Zhou Binghua. Her hosiery factory now occupies the main workshop of the former Fengfeng Garment Factory.
It looked like they had just gotten off work, and some female workers were riding their bicycles out of the factory gate and dispersing in all directions.
Wan Feng rode his bike directly to the upper yard to see what his building looked like.
The building has already been built for two floors, and it seems that it will soon enter the two-layer concrete stage. At this time, the construction team has already gone off work, and the yard is full of sand, bricks, tiles, cement and other building materials.
There is also a night watchman here watching over the construction materials.
The night watchman knew Luan Feng but didn't seem to know Wan Feng, so he just greeted Luan Feng.
Wan Feng stood with his hands behind his back and looked at the frame-structured building.
"Isn't a three-story building too short? I think we should build a four-story one, a five-story one would be even better." Luan Feng started to act silly.
"Are you planning to build it so high? Are there so many people living in your house?" Wan Feng was at a loss for words. What was he thinking?
"Of course not? The bottom floor is used as the living room, kitchen, and storage room. Then your parents will live on the second floor, your brother and sister will live on the third floor, and we will live on the fourth and fifth floors."
Not to mention that the distribution is very reasonable. The two of them occupy two floors, which leaves one floor for Zhang Xuan!
Fortunately, the design of the building was not hers, otherwise she might have built a high-rise building.
You absolutely cannot listen to her. Three layers are enough.
It seems that my parents don’t need to rush back. The building will be completed in about two months. When they come back, they can move in directly.
After carrying Luan Feng back to the depression, Tu Tu Tu stopped the motorcycle at Wanfeng Food Street.
"I want to talk to Jiang Ming about something, so I won't go back for dinner. I'll go back after dinner."
Wan Feng had something to discuss, so Luan Feng certainly couldn't follow him around and cause trouble. Her parents were at home, and she couldn't eat and drink with Wan Feng.
"Then come back soon."
"Are you anxious? Don't be anxious. The best food should be saved for last. The closer you leave it, the better it tastes."
Luan Feng rolled her eyes. Wan Feng's obscure words still touched her heart.
Luan Feng rode his motorcycle home, while Wan Feng walked into the snack bar where he and Jiang Ming had lunch together.
Jiang Ming has been waiting here alone, and it seems he has been waiting for a while.
"Have you finished getting the goods?"
Wan Feng sat down opposite Jiang Ming.
"Boss, serve the food!" Jiang Ming had ordered all the dishes and was just waiting for Wan Feng to come and serve them.
One is stir-fried pork with tofu skin, and the other is stewed carp.
Jiang Ming also ordered two taels of wine, and Wan Feng ordered a bottle of beer.
After eating two bites of the food, Wan Feng took out his small notebook where he wrote down the product names and pushed it to Jiang Ming.
"I've written the names of the products on them. For things like socks, transparent tape, and even instant noodles, they're all purchased from designated manufacturers. How much you can bargain down to a lower price depends on your ability."
Jiang Ming flipped through the pages while eating and said, "Wow, so many varieties!"
"Some of these varieties are experimental, and I'm not sure whether Russians will like them. I estimate that some of the products here will be removed in due course, and some may be added. This will have to be confirmed after market testing."
Although Wan Feng can remember a few of the main products that Russians like, he is vague about the rest. He must filter them through the market before he can know what Russian men and women like.
If he had known that rebirth would happen, he would have traveled to Heihe or Manzhouli a few more times in his previous life and would have known everything.
In the previous life, Heihe and Manzhouli were the two Chinese cities with the largest number of Russians. You could learn everything you wanted to know about the Russians there.
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