It's more like reminiscing about the past than chatting.
Qi Guangli happily recalled the events of the past and the scene when he first met Wan Feng.
"Haha! You were so low-class back then. I paid two dollars plus two packs of Pegasus cigarettes for less than three dollars total, and I got rid of you. Actually, I was going to spend five dollars that day, but I saved two dollars."
Qi Guangli smiled a little embarrassedly: "I didn't have a penny on me at that time. How do you say that? A hero is short-tempered! That's why I was fooled by you with just two dollars."
"Oh! Time flies so fast. Six or seven years have already passed in the blink of an eye. Oh, right! Are you married?"
"Fuck! My son is running all over the place."
This is a bit unfair. It's okay that he didn't attend the wedding, but he also missed the child's birthday.
Wan Feng took out a thousand yuan from his pocket and slapped it into Qi Guangli's hand: "This is for your son."
"How can this be possible?"
"Why not? I missed your wedding, and I didn't even know about your son's birthday. Consider this money my gift. Write it on the gift list when you get home! I'll give it back when I get married."
Qi Guangli was amused by Wan Feng's words: "You still talk like that, always picking on the dry things you say."
"Really don't you want me to give you some advice on what to do?"
Qi Guangli shook his head: "I'm running this entertainment hall pretty well now. I can make at least three or two hundred yuan a day. I think it's pretty good."
This won’t work either. Then my trip would be in vain.
"My factory now produces pagers. Jiangwei also has paging stations that cover the entire Hongya County. I brought some pagers for you to sell in the small shop in your entertainment hall. You can make three or two hundred yuan per pager. You can just pick a color and put up a sample. It doesn't take up any space at all."
Test driving a car with a sales pager is like raking grass to catch rabbits.
Wan Feng returned to the car and took out a small box containing dozens of colorful pagers.
"These are thirty pagers, in five colors. The wholesale price is 800 yuan, and the retail price is 1,200 yuan. You'll make 400 yuan per pager. I'll keep them here and sell them slowly. I'll pay you when you're done."
Pagers are making huge profits now, and it's enough to sell one a month.
Wan Feng handed the pager to Qi Guangli.
"Can this thing be sold?"
“How did you sell your electronic watches and tape recorders?”
Qi Guangli thought about it and agreed.
"Did you ring the phone at home?"
Qi Guangli shook his head.
Installing a phone costs four or five thousand yuan. It's not that he can't afford it, but he just thinks it's of no use.
"Oh shit! If you sell this pager without a phone, you'll have to go to the post office to activate it, or go to Jiangwei in person to activate it."
Wan Feng also taught Qi Guangli how to activate the pager service.
Wan Feng patted Qi Guangli on the shoulder and said, "Alright! If you need anything, call me or page me. I'm going back now."
I got in the car, said goodbye to Qi Guangli and drove back to Jiangwei.
Even if the Qingshan Town point has been implemented, the next step is to implement the Bohai side, which can be handed over to Zhang Guangpu. If Huaiyuan County has a paging station, it can be handed over to Wentan.
Sooyeon Dongdan can also find an agent.
Bohai definitely has a paging station now, but I’m not sure about Dongdan Wanfeng. Huaiyuan and Xiuyan probably don’t have a paging station now.
In fact, it is not necessarily impossible to make money by opening a paging station in these places. As long as you persist for one or two years, you will get a rich return.
Unfortunately, Wan Feng definitely won’t go to open it, and Zhang Xuan naturally won’t go either.
There is not much hope of opening a paging station, but selling pagers should be possible.
Gu Hongzhong is working hard to develop a Chinese character pager.
In the previous life, China's first Chinese character pager was jointly developed by Inspur and Motorola and was born on July 19, 1991.
The biggest difference between Chinese character pagers and digital pagers is that you need to organize your own Chinese character encoding character set.
The task of compiling this character set fell on Qin Guanghui's team.
What surprised Wan Feng was that the person responsible for coding was Xu Meilin.
"This is really the case of a monkey claiming to be king when there is no tiger in the mountain. How could you make this up?"
"What are you talking about? Who's the monkey?" Xu Meilin is nineteen years old this year, and she is like a flower bud waiting to bloom.
Wan Feng's heart trembled. He closed his eyes and recalled the intimacy between them in the previous life. Suddenly, he remembered that there was a red mark on her left buttock. He wondered if it was still there in this life.
Do you want to ask?
If you ask a girl if she has any red marks on her buttocks, you might be accused of being a hooligan.
But if I don’t ask this question, I feel like something is missing.
"Come! Let me show you your face." His eyes rolled and a plan came to his mind.
"You can tell fortunes? When did you learn it?" Xu Meilin was surprised.
"What do you mean by when will I learn it? I've been instructed by a great master. I can tell what's going on with you just by looking at your face. Do you believe me?"
“Bullshit!”
"Don't believe me? Sit tight!"
Xu Meilin actually sat straight and looked at Wan Feng with a cheerful mood.
Wan Feng pretended to look at it carefully.
"You have a scar on your right shoulder."
Xu Meilin curled her lips and said, "You're kidding again. That's from the smallpox vaccination when I was little. Everyone has it on their arms."
Xu Meilin didn't take this sentence seriously, but she was shocked by the next sentence.
"There's a red mole on your chest, between your two nipples."
Xu Meilin didn't even blink: "How did you know?"
Of course I know, I've seen it, not only have I seen it, but I've also...
Wan Feng said proudly: "Not only that, there is also a red mark on your left buttock."
Xu Meilin's breathing became rapid. How did he know? Did he peek at her while she was taking a shower?
Seeing Xu Meilin's reaction, Wan Feng knew what was still there.
"Can you really see that?" Xu Meilin was worried. What else could this guy see?
What the hell are you looking at?
Wan Feng pretended to be profound: "Hey! How about it, are you convinced?"
"Why do I always feel that something is wrong?"
"Just tell me if you have any."
"I won't tell you."
What's the point of telling me or not? I know everything clearly.
"What else can you see?"
"In two years, the man you love will appear. He'll be tall and handsome, riding a white horse from the east with three followers. You'll fall in love at first sight, and then you'll go west to seek Buddhist scriptures... No, it'll be a sweet life."
"Is one of his three followers surnamed Zhu?"
Wan Feng nodded.
"Is there another one named Sha?"
“It seems so!”
"The last one with the surname Sun is the eldest brother? You bad brother! The one you are talking about is Tang Monk!"
Wan Feng laughed out loud.
Xu Meilin picked up a book and threw it at him: "Bad guy! You actually want me to marry a monk? I'll smash you to death!"
Wan Feng ran away laughing, and as he went out, he heard cheers coming from a laboratory.
Normally, the fourth floor of the research building is very quiet, with very little noise.
At this time, cheers were heard, which must be the result of some department's efforts.
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