Wan Feng and Zhu Guoxiong said goodbye at the airport and boarded planes to Shenyang and Bohai respectively.
Zhu Guoxiong headed east and Wanfeng headed southeast. An hour and a half later, Wanfeng got off at Zhoushui Airport. Four hours later, they returned to Jiangwei.
After getting off at Wankou Station, Wan Feng, Han Guangjia and others waved goodbye and went straight home.
Each person who followed him on this trip received a reward of two million.
This time the remuneration was far less than the last time they traded stocks in Heihe, but these people had no complaints.
Earning two million in four months has already made them satisfied.
Wan Feng gave Yang Jianguo's share of the money to Han Meng. They all lived in Dongshan Community.
Today is already January 10th, the 20th day of the winter month.
Maybe it snowed yesterday, and the ground in Jiangwei was covered with white.
When Wan Feng walked to the door of his house, he saw a snowman standing on both sides of the gate, with eyes, nose and mouth made of potatoes and coal.
He was wearing two tattered hats on his head.
The only one who has the free time to do this is Luan Feng.
Wan Feng pushed open the iron gate and entered the yard. The first thing he saw was Wan Chongyang holding a coal shovel and digging something in the snow that had been swept to the corner of the wall.
A pastoral dog, less than a foot tall, was busy following him. When Wan Feng opened the gate, the stupid dog seemed to have just noticed an intruder and started barking at him.
When did you get such an animal?
The puppy's barking attracted the attention of the people in the house. Zhu Min stuck her head out of the kitchen and quickly retracted it.
The next moment Luan Feng and Zhang Xuan ran out of the house.
Luan Feng ran over like the wind and jumped directly onto Wan Feng, holding Wan Feng's head and laughing.
Wan Feng slapped her hard on the butt: "Have you had enough of your crazy? Get off! Our sons are watching."
Wan Chongyang was still observing the scenery with a coal shovel in his hand, probably not understanding what his mother meant by running after someone else.
But after seeing who was coming, he threw away the coal shovel in his hand and ran over.
Only Zhang Xuan was still rational. Although she also wanted to run over and ask Wan Feng to hug her, this was outside. Although they were in their own yard, it was better for her to restrain herself.
Wan Chongyang ran over, and even if Luan Feng was his wife, she had to stand aside, because her son was more important.
Wan Feng leaned over and picked up his son.
"Bad guy! How can you come back just like that? Didn't you say it would take at least six months?"
"Thanks to my wives at home blessing me, things went very smoothly and I was able to come home early to celebrate the New Year."
"You're the only one who would say that. Why didn't you write a letter in advance?"
"Isn't this a surprise? Don't you think it's a surprise?" The last question was naturally asked to Zhang Xuan.
Zhang Xuan's face turned a little red. She said nothing, but just looked at Wan Feng lovingly.
After entering the house and greeting his parents, Wan Feng distributed some of the strange gifts he bought in Wukelan and Tuerqi.
He also bought a set of Tuerqi tea sets in Tuerqi, preparing to use it to brew Chinese tea to see how it tastes.
After dinner, Wan Feng chatted with his parents for a while and then went upstairs to his room.
As soon as she entered the room, Zhang Xuan snuggled into his arms with her little face blushing.
"Look, Zhang Xuan is even more anxious than me. Why don't we give her the night?"
Listening to her singing, I can’t help but eat dumpling fillings in the evening.
But this time he came back with enough bullets. Four months' savings were not fake. He believed that he could wipe out all the enemies on the battlefield.
On the battlefield, the side with more firepower is usually the winner.
When the two enemies were eliminated by fierce firepower, the surrendered enemy told him the bad news.
Yang Jianguo's daughter-in-law eventually died of illness.
This news immediately made someone who still had ammunition to fire another shot lose interest.
Yang Jianguo is only forty years old now, and losing his wife in middle age is a great misfortune in life.
The next day, seeing Yang Jianguo with a black armband, Wan Feng comforted him and bought many wreaths to cover the grave of Yang Jianguo's wife.
Yang Jianguo has a son and a daughter, one is nineteen and the other fifteen, so this family still needs a housewife.
Apart from this one piece of unfortunate news, the rest is all good news.
The group's net profit for the whole year last year exceeded 9 billion yuan, almost achieving Wanfeng's 10 billion yuan profit target.
Among them, electronic products finally surpassed motorcycles to become the group's first source of income, with this type of revenue exceeding 3 billion yuan.
Mainly from two categories: big brothers and mobile phones.
Pagers, which previously dominated the category, fell to fourth place, not because of a decrease in sales but because of a drop in profits.
The sales of pagers are actually much higher than in previous years, but the prices of digital machines have dropped to over 200 yuan and Chinese character machines to several hundred yuan, so there is really not much profit.
Now the service fee of pagers has dropped to a very low price, only a dozen yuan a month, and the service fee of Chinese character machines is only thirty or forty yuan.
Pagers are already a sunset industry and will only last for two to three years at most.
Last year, after the price of mobile phones dropped to around 6,000 yuan, an astonishing 500,000 units were sold.
Wan Feng shook his head when he saw this number.
Did the people who bought these mobile phones have their eyes blinded by piss? Did they fail to see that 2G mobile phones were the future after the HG1001 was released?
When the prices of both are almost the same, what do people who buy mobile phones think?
Although the mobile phone has only been on the market for half a year, it has achieved sales of 200,000 units. This sales figure has far exceeded Wan Feng's expectations.
There are indeed some rich people.
VCD, which had been lukewarm since its entry into the market, finally saw an explosion in 1995, which of course was also related to its price of less than 3,000 yuan.
The price of two thousand four hundred and five thousand is already acceptable to almost all families across the country.
As a result, the sales volume of DVD players in China exceeded 800,000 units in 1995, of which Huaguang sold 430,000 units, Aido sold 220,000 units, and others sold nearly 200,000 units.
These others are of course some copycat factories that have popped up again.
Although these copycat factories can only produce the first generation of VCDs, they can still disrupt the market by selling them at low prices.
Aido was unhappy when she saw it.
They bought the license and handed over the profits. Now some copycat factories have emerged, which is equivalent to stealing their jobs. So they took the initiative to act as supervisors and complained to Nanwan Group as soon as they found one.
For this reason, Chen Wenxin has recently been living in Shenzhen, communicating and litigating with these copycat factories every day.
It doesn't matter if you want to produce VCDs, you must buy the license and share the profits. If you want to upgrade, you must of course buy Huaguang components.
Chen Wenxin was busy and having a lot of fun.
In addition to these three items, another item that has performed well is computers. Huaguang and Ideal computers are no less capable than the top computers on the market and are priced one-third cheaper than them, and have occupied two-thirds of the market in China.
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