The familiar figure and familiar voice were naturally Zhang Guangpu.
Wan Feng was a little excited: "Master, it's me!"
With the help of the lights in the yard, Zhang Guangpu saw Wan Feng. After a moment of hesitation, he happily shouted, "It's Xiao Wan. Come in and sit down."
After saying that, he retracted his head and hurried downstairs.
Wan Feng and Han Guangjia were welcomed into the reception room on the first floor and sat down as host and guest.
"Oh! Xiao Wan, I didn't expect you to appear here."
"I've passed through Bohai twice in the past two years, but I was very pressed for time so I didn't come. This time I have more time, so I came to see if my master's wife and two children are doing well."
Zhang Guangpu has two children. The older one is probably fourteen or fifteen years old this year, and the younger one is probably twelve or thirteen years old.
"Okay, all is well! Xiao Wan, don't keep calling me Master and Master's Wife. I'll feel embarrassed."
"There's nothing to be embarrassed about."
Zhang Guangpu's gaze fell on Han Guangjia, whom he did not recognize. "Who is this?"
"The third son of the Han family in Xiaoshutun." There is only one family with the surname Han in Xiaoshutun, and Zhang Guangpu should have some impression of him.
"The kid from the old Han family who's a soldier?"
Han Guangjia nodded.
"Didn't you disappear as soon as you left for the army? The village is saying that you went to the Yuenan battlefield and disappeared."
Missing means sacrifice.
Han Guangjia smiled and said, "You could say that at that time, because the unit I was in was quite special and I couldn't communicate with my family or anything like that."
Zhang Guangpu nodded to show his understanding.
"Master, when your family returned, I happened to be away from Jiangwei and didn't come to see you off. Are you not angry?"
"Xiao Wan, why are you still talking about this? You are a capable master and I know you are not at home."
"Master, what are you doing now that you've come back?"
When he was in Hongya, Zhang Guangpu mainly sold clothing and electronic watches in Qingshan Town. When the electronic watch business declined and there was not much profit, he moved back to Bohai.
"Now I just need to help your uncle with his clothes and stuff. Eating is not a problem."
"Don't you have a business at home?"
"I've thought about it, but then I realize I'm already in my forties and don't have any big ambitions anymore, so I'll just make do with what I have."
"Master, your idea is wrong. You are in your forties and still in the prime of life. Why are you just muddling along? I think you can still achieve great things."
Zhang Guangpu laughed self-deprecatingly. "What can I do? No one wants to work in a factory at my age. Besides, I wouldn't be interested in the 100-80 yuan a month that factory wages are. I can't find any good business opportunities, so I'm stuck in this situation. Now I help my second son ship goods and run errands. He pays me 6,000 to 7,000 yuan a year, so I can live comfortably."
In early 1988, it was rare to find people earning 6,000 or 7,000 yuan a year, and they were already considered high-income earners.
When Zhang Guangpu was in Hongya, he probably earned tens of thousands of yuan by following Wan Feng in trading electronic watches and buying his clothes. It's no surprise that he has such thoughts now.
But if you don't invest that money to make more money, inflation will almost wipe it out in ten or eight years.
"Master! If you just want to live a simple life like this, then I won't say anything. If you ever want to do some business, come to Jiangwei to find me. I can introduce you to some business or something. Have you not been to Jiangwei since you returned to Bohai?"
Zhang Guangpu nodded: "Even though I don't do anything right now, I don't have much free time either. I haven't really been to Jiangwei yet."
"Jiang Wei has changed a lot now. I mean the changes in Xiaoshutun, not Wahou. Didn't my uncle tell you about it?"
"What are you talking about? He doesn't go to Jiangwei anymore. Xiao Jun brought the clothes he needed. I think he hasn't been to Jiangwei in a year or two."
No wonder I haven't seen Zhang Guangdong in Jiangwei. It turns out that the goods he needs now are all delivered by Xiao Jun's bus, and I rarely come to Jiangwei.
"The bus stop for Xiao Jun's bus to Sigou is right outside my house. He arrives here at 12:30 p.m. every day, unloads passengers and goods, and leaves at 2 p.m. If you're not in a hurry to go back, you can take his bus back tomorrow."
Wan Feng hadn't seen Xiao Jun since he came back this year, but he knew that his business was now very successful.
Not only is it engaged in passenger transport, it is now also involved in the freight sector.
"We don't have time to wait. We have to go back tomorrow morning."
"Why are you in such a hurry to go back? Why not take a look at the scenery in Bohai Bay? It's so hard to get out here."
What kind of scenery is there to see in the dead of winter? Besides, I'm away from home almost all year round, so I've seen so many sights that I don't really care.
"We're in a tight time this time, so we won't stay in Bohai, Master! Nan Dawan in Xiaoshutun has become an industrial zone, dotted with factories of all sizes. If you want to start a business, you can choose a project there."
"Master, I really don't want to bother with this anymore. I struggled a lot when I was young, but now I'm old. By the way, what are you doing now? You've been running around all day. I remember it seemed like you disappeared in Wahou three years ago. You haven't established any projects."
"I'm doing my own business now. My factory is in Nan Dawan. I have nothing to do with Wahou anymore."
According to the original agreement, Wan Feng still has dividends from about 70 motorcycles, and the rest have expired.
The motorcycle's dividend period still has two years left. Once the motorcycle's dividend period is over, he and Wahou will completely cut off all business ties except for their personal connections.
"What does your factory produce now?"
Zhang Guangpu was not at all surprised that Wan Feng opened his own factory.
This guy has been making trouble since he was thirteen years old, so it's no surprise that he can do something to Wan Feng.
"motorcycle!"
"You also produce motorcycles? Like the one in Wahou?"
Wan Feng shook his head: "It's different. I produce model 100."
Zhang Guangpu slapped his head and asked, "Did you produce that AX100?"
"Um!"
"I said that the Nanwan brand looked familiar to me. My second child bought one a few days ago, and I hadn't really noticed it."
"Master, it seems that I haven't yet secured the agency rights for my motorcycle in some areas of Bohai. Would you like to be an agent?"
Zhang Guangpu shook his head: "I can't afford it. A motorcycle costs 6,000 to 7,000 yuan. I can't afford it."
Seeing that Zhang Guangpu was not interested in this, Wan Feng didn't say anything else and took out three thousand yuan from his pocket.
"This time, since it was dark, I didn't buy anything valuable, just a few bottles of wine and a few cigarettes..."
"Xiao Wan! What are you doing?" Zhang Guangpu was anxious.
"Master, listen to me. Where are these two coins? I'll give this thousand to my master tomorrow. I won't bother you tonight. Consider this two thousand as my New Year's money for the two children in advance. Let's see if it has anything to do with you and your master's wife. You have no right to refuse."
After saying that, he slapped the money in Zhang Guangpu's hand.
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