Chen Dao is forty-two, Qi Hong is twenty-three.
Wan Feng sighed. This gap could not be made up, so the only thing left was to match them in the middle.
Thinking of this, Wan Feng chuckled.
I’m afraid I can’t find it in the middle!
Chen Tianci doesn't know how to deal with such a stepmother. Will he run away from home?
With Zhou Binghua watching him, there was little hope for him to run away from home. Besides, what would he do if he ran away from home when the company was here? This possibility was almost impossible.
But there is still a possibility that some people will be so angry that they take medicine.
There is no paraquat now, so he will probably just drink brine or something. If he is discovered drinking it, he will be forced to drink rice.
Chen Dao and Qi Hong were obviously discussing mechanical issues. Seeing that Chen Dao and Qi Hong looked like father and daughter, it seemed unlikely.
Wan Feng couldn't predict whether it would be a good thing or a bad thing.
Shaking his head, Wan Feng walked into the workshop and came to the other end of the workshop.
On the other side of the workshop, Li Da and seven or eight other domestic technicians from the original Nanwan Factory were arguing with several Soviet technicians.
Liang Bingyu was translating frantically.
Wan Feng leaned over to listen and found out that they were debating a partial improvement plan for a work center.
The so-called work center is a comprehensive machine tool that integrates planing, milling, grinding, etc.
Some complex and high-precision parts can be manufactured on this bed in one go through CNC.
These technicians in China are very inquisitive. Before they understand the principles of CNC machine tools, they are in awe of these advanced things.
But once he realized that the other party was just a donkey from Guizhou, he began to think about making improvements.
Soviet man-made machines have always been clumsy and careless in many aspects. They usually do things in a way that is just okay.
What the Chinese employees need to improve are these things that seem similar to the Russians.
The issue of machine tool improvement was a bit too complex for Wan Feng, and he couldn't grasp it with his limited knowledge of mechanical processing.
But he believes that these rough machine tools will perform better than before after being improved by Chinese technicians.
Wan Feng felt that it was unwise to fill in the gaps here, so he decided to go to the Sibu Xiang workshop and take a look around.
The Sibuxiang workshop and the motorcycle workshop are not together. They are on the south side of the factory. If a wall is built in the middle of the factory yard, the Sibuxiang workshop and the motorcycle workshop can be divided into two factories.
When Wan Feng walked out of the motorcycle workshop, he saw five trucks parked in the factory yard. One truck had already been loaded, and another truck was still being loaded. This was Zhang Shiqian's delivery fleet.
Fifty of the one hundred motorcycles he wanted were loaded and shipped away yesterday, and there are still fifty left today.
These motorcycles will be loaded onto ships when they arrive in Bohai and then transported to Shanghai.
It is not clear whether it is sold in Shanghai or shipped to Dongguan Wanfeng.
Outside the truck, when he came in, those who were test riding the bikes were still gathered in the square outside the factory gate, discussing something.
Several groups of people have already tried riding it.
The two test ride bikes can accommodate two people at a time. Now more than ten people have finished the test rides and are discussing the pros and cons of the motorcycles.
Wan Feng quietly leaned over, intending to listen to the feedback from those who had finished the test ride.
"It started quickly and the car went out as soon as I stepped on the accelerator."
"It has a lot of horsepower. I climbed the steep slope in front of Dashutun without the engine showing any signs of strain."
"The car's speed is high, easily reaching over 100 miles per hour."
"The bike is big, solid, and stable! It's much more stable than the 70 and very comfortable to ride. I'm just not sure how durable it will be."
Zhu Yong, who was holding a notebook, interjected, "During the testing phase, we ran more than a dozen prototype vehicles. The longest one ran over 100,000 kilometers, and the shortest ran over 50,000 kilometers. The vehicle's trouble-free rate reached 97%, and the vehicle's intact rate exceeded 95%. There were no major failures, only minor glitches. You can rest assured about the quality."
"That's awesome, it would be great if it were like this."
Zhu Yong rolled his eyes. "Come on, stop talking nonsense. I'm not a child. No matter how nice you say, I won't treat you to a meal. So, tell me how much you want?"
"Director Zhu, what's the factory price?"
"You don't even know the factory price? Then what have you been doing here these two days?" Zhu Yong asked the person who asked the question.
"Hey, I'm just checking this out."
"Six thousand seven, how many do you want?"
"I'll start with... 20 units, and then I'll go back and sell them and see how it goes."
"What about you?" Zhu Yong did not think that twenty units were too few, but asked another buyer after recording them.
"I'll buy 20 of them too. We have to see how the market reacts. This car is much more expensive than the Jiangwei 70. I don't know if the market will accept it."
In just a short while, those who came back from the test rides placed orders for about 200 bikes.
Once all these purchases are tested, there will probably be orders for more than 500 vehicles.
Not much really.
This order is only enough for one week's production of the Nanwan factory, which is really nothing.
Don't worry. It will take some time for the market to adapt to the product. Once this type of motorcycle enters the market, it will be in short supply.
By then, these people won't need just ten or twenty cars.
Wan Feng returned to the factory and took a walk around the agricultural vehicle workshop.
Seeing that everyone was busy while he was leisurely, he felt like he was just a passer-by and didn't belong here.
Maybe it's because I'm not here often that I feel unfamiliar.
It is said that distance creates beauty.
Just like what Lao Zhao said in his skit, when distance is created, beauty is gone!
Since you feel unfamiliar with the place, you shouldn't be a third wheel here. There are people in charge here anyway, so it's more practical for you to just stroll around on your own.
After changing his clothes, Wan Feng walked out of the factory and went downstairs. When he passed the garment factory, he deliberately ignored Luan Daxia who was flirting with him. He was planning to go to Dongwan to see the supporting factories.
A small van turned in at the entrance of Nandawan with the words "Bohai Daily" written on the body of the car and passed by Wan Feng.
Bohai Daily came to report on his factory?
Wan Feng stopped by the roadside and watched the dilapidated van drive all the way to the gate of Nanwan Factory.
I really went to his factory.
Then let my uncle handle it.
Wan Feng walked to the fork in the road leading to Dongwan. When he was about to go to Dongwan, he suddenly saw Liang Hongying waving at him from behind the security company building.
Wan Feng came to the security building: "What's the matter? Tell me quickly, I'm busy!"
"What are you busy with?"
"Can't you see I'm busy strolling?"
"Then come stroll back later, I'll ask you something."
"Isn't it about you and Han Guang's family?"
Liang Hongying was surprised: "How do you know?"
How should I know? Just guess!
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