"Is it Brother Bufeng?" Xu Meilin held Wan Feng's hand and looked up at Wan Feng expectantly.
Wan Feng felt sad as he recalled the first time he bought a gift for Xu Meilin in his previous life.
Xu Meilin's birthday was the fourth day of the ninth lunar month. On the first birthday of his and her relationship, Wan Feng ran to the county town and spent fifty yuan to buy a pair of high-elastic tight-fitting stretch pants that were very popular at the time.
When Wan Feng gave Xu Meilin the gift that night, she was very happy and excited. She was as passionate as a fire that night...
Xu Meilin looked at him eagerly.
Wan Feng forced a smile and nodded: "Yes, I will buy you a lot of fancy clothes in the future."
I have been blackmailed by her in this life.
Xu Meilin cheered and turned around to restore her body. Her blue and white skirt fluttered with the rotation of her body, which really had some of the charm of a peacock.
"My brother Feng also bought me a set of clothes to wear for the New Year. It's a red cotton-padded jacket with a white collar, and a pair of pants with two red stripes on the sides. They look so nice." After Xu Meilin finished pretending to be a peacock, her eyes were as big as glass balls to show off.
Those girls were extremely envious, and they were probably wondering why they didn't have a brother like him.
You see, women not only love to be conceited but also love to show off, for fear that others don’t know how much wealth they have.
Fortunately, he didn't buy her underwear, otherwise this guy would tell others what color her panties are.
"Where is your brother?" Wan Feng was not going to chat with a bunch of random girls here.
"I went to the river to take a bath with Brother Junzi."
Since Xu Bin was not at home, Wan Feng talked to Xu Bin's mother and put the books in the bag in a wooden box.
On the way home, Wan Feng's mind kept popping up the image of Xu Meilin wearing her new dress.
Yes, how could I forget the children’s clothes! Adults don’t necessarily have to buy new clothes for Chinese New Year, unless the family is very poor and has too many children. Families with better conditions will definitely make a set or one new piece of clothing for each child.
This market may be even bigger than the adult clothing market.
Wan Feng from the countryside doesn't dare to predict, but he believes that children in the city usually have new clothes during the Chinese New Year.
When a business is first established, it needs a quick cash flow. Children's clothes use less material and have low costs, so the selling price is also low, so the turnover speed is also fast, and they should be the main project.
When he got home, Wan Feng immediately found the remaining white paper and started scribbling.
Children's clothes are relatively easy to draw. Wan Feng believes that even if you can't think of the style, you can still draw some based on your wild imagination. In other words, you can design a classic by just drawing randomly.
So, in just one hour, Wan Feng actually drew dozens of patterns.
I never thought that I could design clothes. I guess it wouldn’t be a big problem for me to become a fashion designer in this life.
These things must be sent to Luan Feng's house quickly so that she can choose.
Wan Feng went out and rode his bike to Xigouli. When he arrived at the team headquarters, he saw a horse carriage coming from the direction of Gushan and turning into the road leading to Luan Feng's house.
It can be confirmed that this horse-drawn carriage does not belong to the Wahou team because it is pulling something that looks like tiles.
When I was wondering, I saw Xiao Dexiang coming up from behind on a bike. It turned out that Xiao Dexiang came to deliver the mold.
"Uncle Xiao!" Wan Feng pedaled the bike harder and came to Xiao Dexiang.
"Yes, ten thousand." Xiao Dexiang turned over and got out of the car.
There is no doubt that the carriage in front is pulling the mold for making tiles.
"I've sent over another 300 sets of molds, and another 400 will be delivered within three days."
"Uncle Xiao, thank you for your hard work!" Wan Feng took out an opened pack of Pegasus from his pocket and handed it over with both hands.
Although he didn't smoke, he always carried two packs of cigarettes with him. In his left pocket was a few Diehua or Warrior cigarettes worth a little over a cent, while in his right pocket was 27 Australian dollars worth of cigarettes.
The two boxes of cigarettes will appear alternately depending on the object.
The two chatted as they walked towards the brick factory.
"Ten thousand! It seems that your Wahou Brick and Tile Factory is developing very quickly. You have added a thousand sets of molds in such a short time. This market is really great."
"Not yet. To be honest with you, Uncle Xiao, the brick and tile factory hasn't seen a penny of income so far."
Xiao Dexiang was puzzled: "Oh, then I see you don't get paid for transporting goods out?"
"It's not the wedding day yet. It seems to be tomorrow."
"Isn't this better? I can get a lot of money back once I pay the bill. I don't know why, but every time I come to your place, I feel so prosperous."
"Really? Uncle Xiao, do you plan to work in our village in the future?"
Xiao Dexiang laughed heartily: "I only know how to tinker with iron. I know nothing about bricks and tiles. What can I do here?"
"I think in the future, maybe a few years from now, we may have projects related to mechanical manufacturing."
"You still want to do mechanical manufacturing? What are you going to build?"
"We only have a preliminary plan now, and it's not finalized yet. But we'll have to wait a few years until we have the strength to build a school."
"It's still early, let's talk about it later."
"I'm just saying hello. We might need a lot of workers who are familiar with various machine tools. You might even help with recruiting."
This is pure nonsense. Wan Feng does have plans to develop industry, but not now.
He will go back to Heilongjiang next winter, and it will take five or six years for him to come back. Even if he doesn't leave, Yiwa can't engage in industry with its current foundation.
He has no funds, no equipment, and no talent. Even if he can come up with a project, it will be useless.
Things like brick and tile factories and garment factories cannot be equated with industries at all. They are the kind of enterprises that require investment but have no technological content. They are just tools to accumulate original funds for future industrialization.
A country cannot become strong and prosperous without industry. Similarly, a province, a city, or even a rural enterprise cannot become strong and prosperous without industry.
Industry is the foundation of development.
There is nothing wrong with making some quick money in the hot financial and real estate sectors in later generations, but expecting them to become the foundation of a country is putting the cart before the horse.
If his design is followed, by the time he returns six or seven years later, Wahou will have a certain economic foundation, and then they can recruit technical talents, starting with blue-collar workers like Xiao Dexiang, and then recruit high-tech talents when they have achieved scale.
After a few decades of development, they may be able to build aircraft carriers. The first aircraft carrier in China was born in Bohai City.
This idea shocked Wan Feng himself. Was he overthinking it?
As they were talking, the two of them had already arrived at the brick factory. Zhu Ping was directing his men to unload the molds, and half of them had been unloaded.
At the front of the tile-making workshop, Zhang Hai was directing a dozen people to work, and several pillars had already been erected there.
I didn't expect that Zhang Hai would do the same thing that I had just built a shed with my uncle the night before.
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