Wan Feng threw the net bag into the car, drove out of the Black Lagoon Market and headed east to the beach.
This is the territory of Lengquan Village in Heijiao Commune, and over there is Huangquan where Wanfeng once went when he sold fish.
On a slightly higher ground by the sea stands a cold storage covering an area of approximately 2,000 square meters.
There is a plaque hanging on the door of the cold storage: Heijiao Township Lengquan Qingtao Frozen Food Processing Factory.
This is Yu Qingtao’s cold storage with a capacity of more than 500 tons.
The last time Wan Feng came here, Yu Qingtao said he would give him some large shrimps.
Otherwise, Wan Feng would have come here today because he was bored.
But the night watchman at the cold storage had a problem with his eyes, so Wan Feng changed a car today and refused to let him in.
This little Kabayan with a wig on his head is so hateful that Wan Feng really wants to pull the wig off his head to see if there is any hair on his bald head.
Of course, this is just a thought. Even if he has an opinion about a person in his forties or fifties, he would not pull the other person's hair.
He just doesn't like this fake hair.
If I become bald in the future, I would rather shave my head than wear a disgusting wig.
The night watchman wearing a wig also liked to move around, and had to run in to report it himself.
A few minutes later, Yu Qingtao ran out of the factory in a daze.
"Brother Wan! Are you here?"
This guy has a fake smile on his face.
"Didn't you say last time that you would give me a few hundred kilograms of shrimp? I bought a new car just to haul it."
The muscles on Yu Qingtao's face twitched.
Hundreds of pounds! This guy is really bold!
Wan Feng has always been ruthless when it comes to extorting money, but of course whether he can succeed is another matter.
Just like when Americans go to court, whether or not you can get the money is one thing, but you have to scare the other party half to death with your mouth first.
"I don't have hundreds of kilograms, but eight or ten kilograms is fine."
"Fuck! So you were trying to trick me? Look, I drove such a big car here, and you only gave me eight or ten kilograms?" Wan Feng slammed the driver's seat.
It’s just a prototype car, so if it’s damaged, forget it!
But that's impossible. After all, the cab is stamped out of steel plates a few tenths of a centimeter thick, not plastic, so it can't be damaged at all.
"Is this the same car you had last time?" This guy probably wanted to divert attention, and suddenly changed his tone and asked about Wan Feng's car.
"Of course not. Didn't you see that the color is different from the last one?"
The last one was not painted at all, it was just the natural color of the iron plate, and it had some rust on it.
"How much did you buy it for?"
“It’s free!”
"Ah? No money? Can you get me one too?"
Wan Feng looked at Yu Qingtao unhappily: "Ten pounds of shrimp in exchange for a car, if it's such a good deal, I would have kept it myself, why would it be your turn?"
"Get me a car too? I'll buy it."
Yu Qingtao's cold storage has been open for several years. In recent years, he has been processing shrimps for the Japanese devils, and he has made a lot of money.
Wan Feng estimated that this guy's current net worth is almost a million.
I'm starting to think about buying a car.
In that era, those who wanted to buy a car were not ordinary people.
"This car is going to be produced in our factory, but it hasn't been finalized yet. It's just a prototype. We'll talk about it when it goes into mass production."
"When will it be mass-produced? I must get one. How much is it?"
"About 40,000!"
"Forty thousand! So expensive?"
"Is this expensive? You can buy a Xiali for over 70,000 yuan now, and a Daihatsu for over 30,000 yuan. Don't even compare my car to a Daihatsu. Even if I compare it to a Xiali, it's still better. Can a Xiali haul goods?"
This is not Wan Feng's nonsense.
In 1990, Tianjing Dafa sold for 31,000 yuan and Xiali sold for 63,000 yuan.
As for foreign cars, any one of them costs more than 200,000 yuan, and most of them cost more than 300,000 yuan. The national Santana also costs around 200,000 yuan.
You can't buy this even if you have money.
So Wan Feng priced his first pickup truck at 40,000, which was not high at all.
Yu Qingtao was depressed. This guy used it to compare with the Xiali in pulling goods. If you want to compare it with a tractor, why don’t you compare it with a tractor?
Regardless of what Wan Feng said, 40,000 does not seem expensive.
After all, this car looks much better than the bare rear of the Xiali.
"It's a deal. When you start mass production, the first car will be given to me!"
"Haha! You're overthinking this. Hundreds of our bosses in South Bay are eyeing my car. You're almost there if you want the 100th one."
"No! I want the first one! I'll give you 50 kilograms of shrimp. It's a deal."
A pound of authentic large shrimps costs more than thirty yuan, so fifty pounds of shrimps is a lot of money.
Farmed shrimps were only five yuan per pound when they came out of the shrimp pen, so you can imagine how valuable pure sea shrimps were at that time.
You see, this stuff is like toothpaste, no oil will come out unless you squeeze it out.
"One hundred pounds! Car number one is yours. I have the final say."
"One hundred pounds? No! How about you just scare me and pull me back?"
Wan Feng grinned and said, "Why would I pull you back? I might as well go to the market and buy a pig to take back."
Yu Qingtao smiled bitterly. In Wan Feng's mouth, he was not even as good as a pig.
In any case, Wan Feng loaded 50 kilograms of frozen shrimps onto the truck. He didn't get the extra 50 kilograms, but he did get 50 kilograms of fish.
Yu Qingtao gave him more than a dozen large fish.
Wan Feng didn't know what kind of fish they were, but judging from their size, each one weighed more than ten kilograms.
Yu Qingtao also used a plastic basket to fill a basket of ice and sprinkled it on the shrimps and the shrimps that Wan Feng bought.
"Wan Feng! I want to build a shrimp enclosure myself. What do you think?"
Wan Feng was a little surprised: "You want to build your own shrimp pen? Don't do it, now is not the time."
The construction of shrimp farms reached its peak in 1987 and 1988, but the momentum had basically weakened by last year.
Is this guy looking for death by building it now instead of earlier?
Originally these were exported to Japan.
But after the Plaza Accord, Japan's economy was like a nine-jin old lady - each generation was getting worse than the previous one. If Wan Feng remembered correctly, Japan's real estate market was about to collapse.
Once the Japanese real estate market collapses, the Japanese will no longer be interested in eating shrimps and will only think about hanging themselves. Wouldn't it be uncomfortable for you to build a shrimp pen?
Not to mention building a shrimp pen, even if he collects the shrimp from the cold storage and processes them, it will be a problem whether he can sell them.
Yu Qingtao breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that Wan Feng didn't allow him to build it.
"I also feel that this isn't the right time. I've been hesitating for a long time, but this time I don't have to hesitate anymore."
"Are you okay? I'm leaving now."
Wan Feng drove away from the cold storage.
"Boss Wan! I really envy you. You can get things wherever you go."
"Haha! Do you think I'm shameless? Let me tell you, there's no such thing as a free lunch. I lent him the money to build this cold storage, and I didn't even charge him a penny in interest. He should give me something."
So that's what's going on. No wonder Mr. Wan dared to speak so loudly.
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