Of course Fang Hongqiu would not fight with someone who couldn't wrestle. Winning would be meaningless and losing would be even more embarrassing.
Since no one wanted to wrestle with him, Fang Hongqiu had no choice but to give up and sat down next to Wan Feng without any hesitation: "Brother Wan, don't look at your age, you wrestle really well. If only you were in Bohai, we could wrestle a few times."
Wrestling? I have plenty of things to do, so how can I have the time to wrestle with you?
"How about I come to Hongya once a week so we can spar?" Fang Hongqiu suddenly said this, startling Wan Feng.
Wan Feng was immediately depressed. He traveled to Hongya for a whole week just to wrestle? Was this guy just too free or too obsessed with wrestling?
A round trip ticket for one person costs four or five dollars, and you can't even get it back. Plus, you have to stay in a hotel and eat, and then you have to fall a few times. What the hell are you doing?
If you really want to get addicted, can you just fall to the ground a few times?
Other people's fans are fans of drinking, fans of women, fans of collecting effeminate men, but this is the first time he has seen a fan wrestling.
Even those who are fascinated by martial arts have seen it before, right in the Waqian team.
When Shaolin Temple was released in rural areas in 1984, it was as if a door opened in front of An Wenguo of Waqian Team. He followed the film projection team and watched more than ten screenings in a row. Then he decided to become a martial arts master and started practicing martial arts.
At that time, there were probably tens of millions or even hundreds of millions of people in the country who shared his ideas, so it was not surprising.
But those are mostly the thoughts of young people, but he is married and his children are three or four years old.
Ever since he started practicing martial arts, he has ignored everything at home. I also started practicing martial arts, and I often fight with his wife about it.
In the summer of 1985, this guy mysteriously disappeared for three or four months.
His wife thought he was murdered and reported it to the police.
The police station couldn't find out where this guy had gone and classified him as a missing person. However, he came back three months later.
Went to Shaolin Temple to learn martial arts.
Because of this, his wife almost divorced him. Although he never went to Shaolin Temple again after that, he continued to practice martial arts and even earned himself a nickname: Hit Man!
Wan Feng thinks that if Fang Hongqiu and An Daxia get together in five or six years, they can have a drink together.
But Mr. An is a fan of martial arts. At least there is a large group of people like him in the country. How can Fang Hongqiu be a fan of wrestling?
"If you give me your stuff for free, I'll even wrestle with you. How's that for a good deal?"
Fang Hongqiu was obviously not stupid and practical: "That won't work. I have to eat too, but I can give you a discount."
"I'd rather not have a discount than wrestle with you. It's already half past nine, almost noon, and I need to go check out your goods."
Fang Hongqiu seemed to have not stayed here long enough, and was hesitant and didn't want to leave.
He is addicted to getting thrown down. There must be something mentally wrong with him. What a jerk.
After saying goodbye to the Zhang family, Wan Feng, Zhang Xian and Fang Hongqiu went out and arrived at Ling Station.
Looking at the tram approaching in the distance, Wan Feng felt a sense of surreality. Was the problem solved? Was it really solved?
Just when he seemed to be at a loss as to how to go, he suddenly found a new way out.
One cannot help but sigh at his luck, which is really extremely good.
When Wan Feng walked into the yard rented by Fang Hongqiu again, the treatment he received was completely different from the last time.
I came here yesterday but couldn’t even get a seat. This time, not only did I get a seat, I also got cigarettes and water.
And the sad face yesterday is now smiling.
Wan Feng didn't come here to drink water or smoke, so he directly let Fang Hongqiu lead him into his warehouse where the goods were stored.
Zhang Xian was tactful enough not to follow Wan Feng into the warehouse, but stayed outside.
The goods in Fang Hongqiu's warehouse are not dazzling, but the goods are sufficient.
Electronic watches, electronic watch batteries, tape recorder movements and things related to tape recorders, as well as some toys.
"Are these the only two colors your digital watch comes in? Are there no other colors?"
"Yes, the goods have arrived. This time there are pink, yellow, and blue. In addition to the original black and white, there are now five colors."
Fang Hongqiu accurately found three paper boxes and opened them to see that they were indeed these three colors.
"How much will you pay me?"
"Hey, Junior Brother...Is it okay for me to call you Junior Brother this time?"
"That depends on how much money you're counting. If you pay too much, there's still no chance."
"How about seven dollars and a half? I've never offered that price before. You're the first one."
"Then should I prepare a memorial tablet for you at home?"
"Hey, that's not necessary. I'm still alive."
I won’t support you even if you die.
The price of seven dollars and fifty cents is indeed low, but Wan Feng believes there is still room for easing.
"Seven dollars! That's the price."
"Hey, hey, my junior brother, you have to let me get something to eat."
"Haha, I know about this stuff. You ship it from the south here and you give me seven yuan for the wholesale. You can make a profit of one and a half to two yuan for the lowest price. Don't be so greedy. I'll sell you more and you'll have everything. That's it. But my senior brother, my goods will only be seven yuan from now on. Now I want to see your tape recorder stuff."
"You still fiddling with the tape recorder?"
"Haha, do you believe me if I tell you I've installed three tape recorders? I'm planning to sell them in a few days."
This time Fang Hongqiu was a little uneasy.
The tape recorder core is a product that was only launched this year. Young people in big cities like Shanghai, Beijing, and even Guangzhou who cannot afford to buy a complete machine buy the core and assemble it themselves. Although it takes about a year or two, it can save hundreds of dollars. However, I haven't heard of anyone preparing to assemble the machine to sell.
This half-brother actually has such an idea?
“Do you think you can sell it?”
“Why can’t it be sold?”
"How much are you going to sell it for?"
"That depends on how much you're going to pay me for these things. Come on, give me your price. Give me a realistic price so I don't have to argue with you."
Fang Hongqiu blinked and thought for a while: "Forty-three for the movement, two for the battery box, and twenty-eight for the radio..."
"For now, I don't want radios. I'm only going to sell pure tape recorders. This way the cost will be lower."
"The power supply is six, the counter is one, the tape is six, the tweeter is one, and the four-inch woofer is nine. That's the lowest price I can give you. If you want it, take it or leave it."
Damn Zhang San even made a dollar from the loudspeaker.
Wan Feng calculated that this set of recorders reduced the cost by nearly ten yuan compared to the several recorders he made at home.
Nodding: "I won't strangle you on this one."
As for those colorful toy cars and the like, they were not part of Wan Feng's plan, so he didn't even look at them.
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