However, these industries are not the projects that Wan Feng wants to do. But he is also a little confused about what to do now. He is not sure whether this world will develop according to the same pattern as in his previous life.
If it is exactly the same as the original, then it’s fine. Everything just needs to be planned in advance step by step.
But if it doesn't develop according to the original routine, it will be unpredictable.
Now we can only take one step at a time.
But he doesn't have to worry about these coming and going transactions. Even if the business does not develop according to the original routine, these things are bound to happen.
"Since you're interested, brother, I'll start working on it this afternoon. If I can get it at your price, I'll buy it back and find a place to store it at the textile printing and dyeing factory first."
"Ask Dad to send someone to take good care of it while it's in storage." Isn't Old Man Zhou a maintenance worker in a textile factory? He should be very familiar with maintaining machines.
This matter has come to an end.
"I have something to do tomorrow and I probably won't be able to come to the street. If my sister-in-law's clothes are sold out, you can send Ran Wa to get them. Anyway, we have a tractor that delivers goods back and forth, so it's convenient."
“Okay, if your sister-in-law has sold all the goods, I will send someone to pick them up. Aren’t you going to the construction site now?”
"Going to the construction site? No, I'm afraid that old idiot will drag me around again."
"Hahahaha, there are so many people in the First Construction Company who want to get close to Zhou Bingde but can't even get close to him, and you're still hiding. You're a real freak."
"That's because he deliberately puts on a stern face so that others don't dare approach him. I don't like to see that face of his."
As soon as Wan Feng finished speaking, he heard a creaking sound and a Jiefang truck stopped behind him, and then a sound exploded in his ears.
"Son, get in the car!"
Wan Feng knew who it was without even looking back.
I secretly groaned in my heart, isn't this so unlucky? It's really retribution in this life. I can't escape it. Why am I still chasing after him?
"Mr. Zhou, I have something else to do. If I really have something to do, I won't run around with you today."
"Hunk, your godmother asked you to come home. She's here to talk to you, not me."
Hearing that it was his godmother looking for him, Wan Feng breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, she was not accompanying him to run around.
Ever since he followed Zhou Bingde to Yangfang, he had a premonition that following Zhou Bingde would never be a happy thing.
Wan Feng and Xia Qiulong said goodbye and got into the car.
"Boss Zhou, using a government vehicle to give someone a ride isn't considered abusing public power for personal gain. We should remember the Chairman's quotations and fight against selfishness and criticize revisionism."
Zhou Bingde glared at him: "Where do you get all that nonsense from?"
Wan Feng recalled the first time he met Zhou Bingde at the hospital gate. His helplessness and helplessness were in stark contrast to his current strength.
You can't let people get what they want, because if they get what they want, they will become arrogant.
Soon the car arrived at the residential area where Zhou Bingde lived. The car stopped on the side of the avenue and Wan Feng was kicked out of the car.
"You're not going home?"
"I have something else to do. I won't be back at noon."
This old thief must have gone somewhere to be corrupt.
Wan Feng watched the car drive away, then turned and walked into Zhou Bingde's house.
Luckily, I didn't see any flowers. I guess they had gone to work, which was a good sign.
"Son, you're here. I've been waiting for you to come. Come quickly!"
I heard my godmother's surprised cry from the room, and then she rushed out like a whirlwind.
You can't be so happy to see me again just because you saw me yesterday, right?
"You sit in the room first, I'll be back soon." After that, she left without caring about Wan Feng or telling him where she was going.
Wan Feng didn't enter the house. How could he go in when there was no one in the room?
There were benches in the yard, so he sat on one and watched the ants crawling around under his feet.
About ten minutes later, a group of middle-aged and elderly women rushed into the Zhou family's yard, about a dozen of them, which startled Wan Feng.
The way these women dressed was different from most of the women Wan Feng saw on the street, and they seemed to be from relatively wealthy families.
Nowadays, it is not surprising that people from well-off families are officials. It is not that they are corrupt now, but that cadres were the highest-paid group at that time.
This is open and aboveboard, there is nothing to hide.
The salary standard for state officials is 150 yuan for county-level officials and between 110 and 130 yuan for deputy county-level officials.
The salary for section-level officials is 90 to 100 yuan, and that for deputy section-level officials is 70 to 80 yuan.
Even section clerks had a salary of 60 yuan, and the lowest-paid clerk at the time earned more than ten yuan more than an ordinary worker.
This wage standard was formulated by the country in 1956 and was used until around 1985.
Wan Feng judged that the group of women who were supposed to dance square dance were from this group.
"This is my godson Wan. Come here, son, let me introduce you. These are all my godmother's old sisters."
"Hello, aunties!" Wan Feng tactfully lowered the other party's age to the same level as his godmother, although she was a little older and he could definitely kiss her.
"These shameless sisters of Godmother's are so jealous of the dress you made for her. They're clamoring to make one for her too. They're even trying to form a uniform team to do the Yangko dance."
So that's what happened.
Wan Feng immediately guessed that his godmother must have gone out to show off her new clothes, and she might have shown them off yesterday afternoon. Otherwise, why would she have aroused the youthful fire in the hearts of such middle-aged women in such a short time?
"Bah! You made a new dress and showed off in front of us, as if we couldn't afford it. Come on, Auntie has taken your measurements. How much is it? I want it made according to your godmother's style and the color is exactly the same as hers. I'm going to piss her off!"
A woman in her fifties asked first.
The godmother retorted without hesitation: "I'm not angry. No matter what you wear, I'm the first one to wear it. The first one! It's no use getting angry."
The woman thought about it and said, "Then I want a different color, not the same as yours."
"Yes, yes, I want another color too."
"I want the same color as Sister Bai."
A chaotic sound rang out around Wan Feng.
It's time for Wan Feng to express his opinion.
"Aunties, are you sure you want to do this? This dress is very expensive to make, so you have to think carefully."
Wan Feng was just pretending to be confused. How could he not see that these people were rich people? Wouldn't he be a fool if he didn't sharpen his knife against them quickly?
He had to make money from them. He had this idea in mind when he designed this dress for his godmother, but he didn't expect it to come so soon.
He thought it would take at least a week to ferment, but he didn't expect his godmother was someone who couldn't wait for the beans to rot, so she put out the advertisement right away and attracted a large number of customers.
This fortune is certain to be made.
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