It is no exaggeration to say that Guan Hai is in a state of panic now.
Not now, but since he started working after the Chinese New Year, he has not had a day off for the past two months.
Wan Feng saw that he looked dejected and couldn't help laughing.
"Guan Hai, your wife is living at your house now, so you're busy every night. How come you look like you have kidney deficiency?"
Guan Hai's daughter-in-law was assigned to work on the assembly line in the pager workshop of Huaguang Technology, with an annual salary of 3,360 yuan, and by the end of the year including bonuses, her income would be nearly 5,000 yuan.
Her family is from another place and can only stay in Jiangwei.
If you don't live in the factory dormitory, you can only live in Guan Hai's house.
Of course she lived in Guan Hai's house.
Wan Feng didn't believe that Guan Hai and his wife would sleep in separate rooms.
Guan Hai was crying so hard that he was out of his mind.
"Boss Wan! You're kidding me! How could I possibly have that mindset right now? Do you know how stressed I am right now? I'm tasked with designing and manufacturing over ten lines of various types, some with tight deadlines. If it were you, would you still have the mindset to bullshit at night?"
"Of course not! It doesn't take long, only ten or twenty minutes, it won't delay anything."
That makes perfect sense, it really doesn't take that long.
Wan Feng certainly knew that this department was very busy. All the assembly lines were produced here, so it was normal for them to be busy.
"Other cables can be pulled, but the mobile phone cable must be removed as soon as possible."
Strike while the iron is hot. Although your current product has temporarily gained a foothold in the market, you will still be squeezed out by Motorola if there is no product supply.
Now that he has made it in, Wan Feng has no plans to come out. The next step is to rely on products to maintain his position, and then take it slow and steady.
"I've already assigned the most technically proficient team in the department to take over. It will be completed in four or five days, and the daily production can be increased to 500 units."
If we launch another line of 500 units and add it to the original human resources line, we can barely reach sales of 1,000 units a day.
The annual production capacity of more than 300,000 units is far from enough. We strive to expand it to one million units next year.
Since the group has launched mobile phones, it is natural that every cadre in the group must have one.
Wan Feng, the leader in charge of a department, gave each person a mobile phone and paid the network access fee for them. Of course, Wan Feng did not take care of the phone bills.
This makes it easier for everyone to get in touch.
But what made Wan Feng depressed was that many people told him that they couldn't afford to make calls because of the high cost.
"Hey, you guys, are you still expecting me to pay for your phone bills? Forget it. If you can't afford the call, just take back the numbers of those who can't afford it tomorrow. There'll always be someone who can."
These damn guys can't even use their cell phones and won't hand them back.
Others can't afford to fight, but Luan Feng and Zhang Xuan don't have this burden.
Luan Feng likes this mobile phone very much. The brick one that Wan Feng used before was too heavy to hold, but this one is much better.
This time we can harass and monitor Wan Feng anytime and anywhere.
"Are you on the phone with Zhang Xuan again? The line is busy for so long."
"I'm discussing business with Bohai Audio and Video Society. What do you want from me? Did you learn some new dish and want me to taste it tonight?"
"You'll have to go find her for this! I'm here."
The gangster's request for food was just an excuse; he wanted to do something else.
It’s over, my period has come and all my fantasies are gone.
"Shouldn't you be getting ready?"
"What are you preparing for?"
"Preparing for the wedding dress and other things, it's already mid-April, so we don't have to rush when the time comes."
If this was Zhang Xuan Wan Feng, he wouldn't ask, but Luan Feng had to remind him all the time, because he might forget about some corner in the blink of an eye.
"Why prepare so early? If we prepare now, the clothes will be old by then. Of course we have to wear new ones. We can make them ourselves when the time comes."
I have no opinion on whether to buy ready-made or make Wanfeng yourself.
"What were you wearing that day? A suit?"
"If I don't wear a suit, why should I wear foreign clothes for my wedding?"
"Then what are you wearing? A mandarin jacket and a melon-shaped hat? I'm telling you, if you wear that, you can marry whoever you want. I can't afford to lose face."
Wan Feng was tired. I just didn't wear a suit, but I didn't say I would wear a jacket or a melon-shaped hat.
What are you going to wear? Is a vest okay?
quack!
It has been a month and a half since the second-generation pickup truck left the factory. Although its price is nearly 20,000 yuan higher than the first-generation pickup truck, its sales volume has caught up with the first-generation pickup truck.
Yimeng is now in high spirits. After completing the pickup truck, it took over the design of micro cars.
In fact, there was no need to design much. Wan Feng had already drawn the car model, and there was already a micro-car production line. All he had to do was adjust the interior of the car and then let this production line produce the micro-car.
Kazuko Asada is also working in this workshop now, and this time she follows Yimeng like a tail.
"Hey, Box, you follow Yimeng around every day, but do you actually do any work?"
Hezi made faces at Wanfeng.
"I'm the one who pays you. If you hang around me every day, isn't that just wasting my money?"
"I'm in charge of the painting. There's no sign of your car, so where am I supposed to paint?"
That’s right, what’s wrong with people strolling around without painting their cars?
Wan Feng was considering whether to send her to clean temporarily.
Don’t expect to produce a prototype of the micro sedan in the first half of the year, but we have seen a prototype of the micro van.
There are five prototypes in total, and they will be put to the test from now until winter.
The test team had work to do again.
Lin Lairong called again.
"Motorola gave us a list of purchases, and we'll probably make a profit of six to seven million when we're done."
Motorola, which had no financial dealings with Juchuang Trading, gave Juchuang Trading a batch of orders. This was equivalent to indirect compensation from Motorola, and the profit was slightly more than the loss of Lin Lairong's batch of goods.
"That Brett guy still wants to see you."
"Let him come. I definitely can't go see him. Tell him to prepare what he wants to say in advance and don't come here to make me unhappy."
"You idiot! Motorola has already replaced several executives because of this price war. This Brett is the new head of Motorola's external relations department."
"knew."
Wan Feng didn't take her as just a senior executive at all. He ate and drank as usual and flirted with his wife as usual.
So when several old men and several Chinese people appeared in front of Wan Feng, he was watching a video in his office.
Of course it was the disc.
A batch of martial arts feature film VCD discs have recently been released on the VCD market, with the market price being 25 yuan per disc.
This is the thing Wan Feng is looking at now. It is sold at the stall selling VCRs and videotapes at the Wahou Market.
The movie that Wan Feng watched was bought by Luan Feng and was used by Wan Feng to relieve his sorrow and boredom.
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