"I'm only talking about men's football. The Women's World Cup kicked off in our country this year, and Europe hasn't paid much attention to women's football yet. But it won't be long before women's football starts gaining attention in Europe. Just like foreigners' enthusiasm for football, it will spread very quickly. Just imagine if a single European country had millions of female football players. What a phenomenon that would be!"
Suppose there is a country with a population of 50 million. There are several million men who play football and several million women who play football. Then there are tens of millions of football players in this country. One fifth and one sixth of the country's population play football.
Moreover, football consumes the young and middle-aged population. How can this country develop at all?
"Foreigners have another hobby. When they're unhappy, they go on strike and march. There aren't many workers in a country to begin with, so what else can they do with strikes and marches? And we Chinese, every one of us works our asses off. Why can't we catch up with them? Master! You're over forty years old this year. In another twenty years, you'll know what I'm saying is true."
This year is 1991, and twenty years from now it will be 2011. By then, China will have become a developed country.
It's just that we don't admit it.
Wan Feng wanted to laugh when he thought of China's UN representative righteously declaring at the UN General Assembly that we are a developing country.
That's how it should be. We are a developing country and we always will be.
The grandson is the developed country!
"So, according to you, there's no point in playing football?"
"Of course there is a point. If there wasn't, would I spend over a million to sponsor the Bohai team? My hope is that all the developed countries in the West would develop football, raise the level of football, and always dominate the World Cup. That way, their society would stagnate. As for us, we can just treat football as entertainment and exercise. With a country like ours, having a few million people involved in football is just a drop in the ocean, enriching the people's cultural life. But don't take the results too seriously, just have fun."
In Wan Feng's eyes, playing football is not much different from the square dancing that has become popular in the past few years. They are both entertainment.
He sponsors the team for the advertising effect. If there is no advertising effect, he will not spend money to support this thing.
Foreigners are playing football, marching in the streets, and going on strike, while their political parties are arguing all day long. This is why it took China 70 years from its founding to the 1990s to go through the 300-year process of Western countries.
"That's absurd."
"This is just my personal opinion. I'm not forcing it on anyone. You don't have to listen to it."
Wan Feng has never told anyone about his theory. It's normal if you think something is right but others think it's bullshit.
Because of the game, Wan Feng did not return to Hongya that day and stayed at Zhang Guangpu's house for one night.
This game actually delayed a lot of things, because the next day was June 1st, the day the dump truck was scheduled to roll off the production line. So Wan Feng got up early in the morning and hired a Santana to rush back to Jiangwei.
There is no highway between Hongya and Bohai, just an ordinary painted road, and there are dozens of kilometers of dirt roads in the middle. It takes three and a half hours to get from Bohai to Hongya even if you take a Santana.
When Wan Feng ran back to Jiangwei, the opening ceremony had already ended. He entered the yard of the new factory and saw a blue dump truck wearing red flowers and covered with red cloth coming out.
He is not at home for many days throughout the year. The people in Nanwan Group have gotten used to it and don't take him seriously.
He didn't even wait for what he was supposed to do.
This made Wan Feng feel like he was a useless piece of meat outside of an egg.
It cannot be said that he is useless. He came back just in time to take the people from the large vehicle R&D department to a restaurant.
Wen Guanghua thought of Yimeng and walked to Yimeng's door: "Let's go to the restaurant too."
Yimeng rolled her eyes: "Be careful not to get an upset stomach."
When Wen Guanghua heard this bastard, he thought, "Does this mean we'll have diarrhea next time we go to the restaurant? This guy has a very bad conscience."
After drinking celebratory drinks in the hotel, Wan Feng called Xiao Jun.
Xiao Jun drove a pickup truck over in half an hour.
"How does this car drive?" Xiao Jun was one of the first people to buy a pickup truck. He has been driving it for a month now, so he has a say.
"It's quite durable, has plenty of power, starts easily, and is quite comfortable to drive."
"Don't keep picking on the good things. I'm asking about its shortcomings."
"The cab is a bit noisy, not much louder than those trucks. I just felt it was a bit hot in the last couple of days, and a fan would be nice."
It's June now, so of course the weather is getting hotter.
The next generation upgraded version would be nice.
"As for the Black Reef Development Zone, Yu Qingtao has contracted half of the port's earthwork project. A conservative estimate is that the amount of earthwork is over one million cubic meters. I asked him for some and gave it to you. It costs five yuan per cubic meter, not including the earthwork cost. Do you have any idea about doing it?" Wan Feng didn't stay in the pickup truck for too long and quickly changed the subject.
Yu Qingtao took fifty cents from each side, just to give Wan Feng some face. If it were someone else who took one less dollar, there would be no chance of that.
He also knew that Wan Feng did not do it himself, and if Wan Feng did it himself, he would not take a penny.
But in other words, if Wan Feng wanted to do it, he wouldn't be able to take care of the job, so Wan Feng would have taken it himself.
"Five yuan? That's too little! The current freight rate for a shipment within fifty miles is eight yuan per square meter."
"Eight dollars for within fifty miles. What about within five miles?"
"Five miles?"
"Strictly speaking, it's less than five miles. From Yushan, where we're bringing soil to fill the harbor, I estimate it's only four miles away."
"Is it the Yushan Mountain next to the Huangcheng Brigade?"
Wan Feng nodded.
"Oh my god! If they pave the harbor, Yushan will be stripped bare!"
What is this guy thinking about?
"You're concerned about a lot of things. Why do you care whether Yushan Guang is bright or not?"
Xiao Jun lit a cigarette. "Five miles, that's close. But if we don't go around the fields, we can't pull many carts in a day with just manpower."
This guy is really pitiful. When the driver had no work to do, he was scratching his head. Now that there is work to do, he is picky about this and that.
"What if you load it with a forklift?"
"It's all right for loading, but it still needs people to unload it, and I don't have that many dump trucks!"
Wan Feng raised his hand and pointed towards the new factory yard: "Do you see that blue truck?"
Xiao Jun stretched his head and looked for a long time: "I see it! What's wrong?"
"Our factory just released the Chengfeng Zhifu Road dump truck. Are you interested in buying one for 35 yuan? You can buy it on credit and we'll give you a 10% discount."
Xiao Jun rolled his eyes for a long time: "I was wondering why you called me here, you are here to sell me your junky car!"
"What are you talking about? What do you mean by a broken car? I'm telling you, anything made in South Bay must be a top-notch product."
"Bullshit! I've already stuck the tires of your pickup truck several times."
Look at this guy, he is so shameless that even gods cannot cure him. You blame us for your punctured tire?
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