Liu Shengguang felt that this pager seemed to be of some use to him.
It would be convenient to contact people to sell oil, bean cakes, beans, etc. in the future, so I decided on the spot to go buy one in the afternoon.
"Go to the county printing factory to print some labels and talk to Yuan Yimin's father. He can give you a discount."
Of course, if you want to sell bottled oil, you have to have a trademark, otherwise the store won’t dare to sell it.
"good!"
"The beans will be harvested in a few days. Buy some extra tarpaulins. If you don't have anywhere else to put them, you can just pile them up in the yard to cover them. With the size of your yard, I estimate you can harvest a million or eight hundred thousand pounds of beans without any problem."
"Old classmate! What if I harvest too many beans and can't sell the oil?"
Why can’t it be sold?
"As long as you don't adulterate it and guarantee it can be sold, you can deliver it to each factory one by one. Just say you're my classmate. I approve of this banner."
As long as Liu Shengguang's oil is not adulterated, it doesn't matter if it is under the Wanfeng brand. This is not a scam.
"Let's not talk about anything else. My Nanwan factory uses at least ten tons of cooking oil per year just for its employees! You're worried that the little oil you produce might not even be enough to sell. What are you worrying about?"
Nanwan Group now has more than 4,000 employees, half of whom are from outside the city.
There are more than a thousand people living in the dormitories inside and outside the factory. It is no problem for these people to consume 100 to 180 kilograms of soybean oil a day.
This is just the Nanwan factory, not including the garment factory.
A garment factory needs five to six tons of soybean oil a year.
Wan Feng said that consuming ten tons of soybean oil a year is the most conservative estimate.
Not to mention other places, if all the factories in Nan Da Wan used Liu Shengguang's soybean oil, he would be unable to make any money even if he harvested one million kilograms of beans.
After dinner, Wan Feng rode his motorcycle away from Huanghui Village.
I drank two bottles of beer and felt a little dizzy. If I were caught by the traffic police, I would be considered drunk driving.
But here there is no such psychological burden, and the traffic police will never come here.
Although there is a lot of traffic on the road from Jiangwei to Wulu, there are very few cars on the road from Jiangwei to Heijiao.
Who is the traffic police directing here?
There is a brick and tile factory at the junction of Huanghui Village and Jiangwei Village. This is the original brick and tile factory in Wahou.
Because a market was needed on that land, they moved here.
The brick and tile factory's business was in a state of supply exceeding demand, and there was no need to export. The entire Jiangwei had absorbed all of its output.
The current contractor of the brick and tile factory seems to be from a small team behind the mountain. I can’t remember his last name, Wan Feng.
The guy stood on the side of the road and waved to Wan Feng.
Wan Feng rode his motorcycle all the way to the door of a pager store before stopping.
"Who called me just now?" The voice was carried into the store before the person got off the motorcycle.
The pager was sent half an hour ago. He thought the person who called him had left, but unexpectedly, a person walked out of the store.
"I passed it to you."
Dai Guangwei!
"It's Manager Dai! Have you eaten? I just went to check out an oil mill a friend of mine built in Huanghui Village. I didn't call him there, so I didn't return the call. What do you want from me?"
"I'm done eating, and the phone is installed. I'm here to say hello."
"Is the installation completed?" Wan Feng was a little surprised.
I started counting the days and found out that Dai Guangwei had only been working at Jiangwei for four or five days.
"Manager Dai, the phone has been installed, but what about the magnetic card?"
After the phone is installed, of course it needs a magnetic card. Without the magnetic card, the phone will be useless.
"The magnetic card manufacturer has printed them. Currently, there are three types, priced at ten, twenty, and thirty yuan. Who is the distributor for these cards?"
A magnetic card phone costs 30 cents per minute, which is quite cheap compared to the current landline phone charges of nearly one dollar per minute.
Of course, most of this money goes to Telecom, but the seller of magnetic cards will get a commission of one yuan for every ten yuan sold.
"Right here! The guy who sells pagers here just happens to be selling magnetic cards." Of course Zhang Xuan has to sell this. If someone else sells it, Zhang Xuan won't make any money.
The magnetic cards are all printed and ready-made, just sell them here.
Dai Guangwei asked the driver of their 130 truck to come down carrying a box and a few promotional posters.
The box is full of phone cards.
"There are 500 ten-dollar and 20-dollar phone cards in the box. Let us know when they're sold out."
The two waiters in Zhang Xuan's store signed for the magnetic card and issued a receipt, then made room for the phone card.
"Now all I have to do is plug this card into the phone and I can make the call?"
"Yes, yes, you can use the card now, but the coverage is limited to the Bohai Sea area. In the future, it will be available in Dongdan and Yingkou areas, and eventually the entire province and even the whole country will be connected."
Dai Guangwei is not thinking far enough ahead. One day, magnetic card phones will become obsolete.
That's the end of the phone call.
"Boss Wan! I want to buy a pager. Can you give me a discount?"
After discussing official matters, it’s time to talk about personal matters.
Dai Guangwei discovered in Jiangwei these days that many people here carry pagers on their waists. It would be amazing if they heard the beeping sound.
As the manager of the Hongya Telecom department, he didn't even have a pager. This was unacceptable.
"You want a pager?"
"Of course."
Wan Feng waved to the waiter at the counter: "Open a machine for him and get him a number."
The waiter quickly fixed the machine and handed it to Wan Feng.
"The machine will give you one and the number will be arranged, but you have to pay for the attendant yourself."
People like Dai Guangwei will definitely be useful in the future. A pager only costs 600 yuan.
Dai Guangwei accepted the machine without saying anything and gave the waiter all the money he had saved for the pager on the spot, which amounted to a year's payment.
Some things don't need to be said out loud, just keep them in mind.
Dai Guangwei happily left in a car while wearing a pager.
Wan Feng watched his car until it disappeared.
Those posters posted in the shops are colorful and look very pretty.
Xu Bin also came over to take a look, and when he heard that the magnetic card phone cost only 30 cents per minute, his eyes widened.
"How much was your phone bill last month?"
Wan Feng suddenly remembered this and asked while staring at Xu Bin's face.
Sure enough, as soon as this topic came up, Xu Bin's face shook violently for no less than three times.
Wan Feng also noticed that Xu Bin's hands were clenched into fists, but he did not answer Wan Feng.
Are you ready to fight to the death?
"Just like you and Yuanyuangun chatting every day, the phone bill must be over a hundred yuan, right?"
Wan Feng probably missed a zero.
Xu Bin was so depressed. One hundred yuan! If it was one hundred yuan, he would burn incense. How much better it would be if it was two thousand yuan!
He sold his two game consoles for nothing.
The recent market for gaming consoles isn't as lucrative as it was when he first started.
At that time, he could earn at least 2,000 yuan for installing a game console, but now he can only earn 1,800 yuan at most.
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