As soon as he entered the door, two dogs ran over and circled around Wan Feng's legs.
This is obviously a new dog.
But it's a bit far-fetched to expect this thing to guard your home.
The distinctive clicking sound of sewing machines could be faintly heard from the side rooms on both sides of the yard.
The man who opened the door for Wan Feng was a man in his thirties. He had thick eyebrows and big eyes, but the dense wrinkles on his forehead revealed the vicissitudes of his life.
There was also a middle-aged woman with some beauty standing at the main entrance of his house, looking at Wan Feng warily. She must be the wife of the man in front of him.
"Brother, can I call you brother? If not, I will call you uncle."
"Whatever."
"Brother, what's your name?" Wan Feng handed him a cigarette while speaking.
"Is it okay to smoke outside?"
The man took Wan Feng's cigarette, a 50-cent Phoenix. This guy is quite rich.
In order to show that he was a gangster, Wan Feng also held a cigarette in his mouth. The two people who had met for less than three minutes were puffing away.
"No need to mention your surname Chu."
"Brother Chu, can't you produce a hundred pairs of pants in your lifetime? I have five or six buddies of my age. If we don't brag about producing a hundred pairs of pants, it will be difficult for us to do anything."
The man's mouth twitched. "One hundred! You must be joking."
He has five sewing machines at home, but even if they run non-stop, they can't produce a hundred pieces.
Where can they find such experienced seamstresses who work non-stop?
"This is indeed impossible. Normally, we can only produce 30 or 40 at a time."
According to the eight-hour work system, thirty or forty pairs of trousers are equivalent to the output of five sewing machines. This number is reliable.
Wan Feng shook his head: "It's too much. This amount is more than enough for the two of us. Can I see your workshop?"
"It's okay if you come in and take a look. There's nothing to keep secret."
Chu Guoyi took Wan Feng into a left wing room.
Although it was a white room, there were lights on in it, and there were three sewing machines in this room.
Wan Feng still admired Chu Guoyi very much. At least he could get so many sewing machines, but he couldn't buy one even if he had the money.
Luan Feng is going to expand the factory next year, so naturally, it will need machines. Without machines, it wouldn’t be a garment factory.
Why not go to Bohai City? The Qianjin factory is right there. Even if I can't get the whole machine, the factory workers can definitely make parts. Should I buy the parts and assemble them?
This plan can be considered.
This winter I might actually go to Bohai.
There was a woman working on each of the three sewing machines, and they were all making trousers, naturally.
There were only two sewing machines in the right wing, but the empty space was not idle either. There was a large table there, which was larger than a snooker table.
Two women were cutting around a table, and two other women were ironing the finished trousers on the other two sides of the table.
There was a layer of brown paper on the ground next to it, with some cloth piled on it.
Wan Feng just took a quick look and came out. There were no secrets in the clothing workshops. He was very familiar with this industry and could tell the other party's strengths and weaknesses with just a glance.
"Brother Chu, these eight or ten pairs of pants you have are not worth taking. How about you make some more and save them for me?"
Chu Guoyi shook his head: "I'm afraid I can't keep this. The goods are selling very quickly now, and those who want to take the goods will not agree."
Just then there was another knock on the door, and then someone outside called out, "Old Chu, relatives are here to visit."
"Look, this is the one who comes to pick up the goods."
It turns out that visiting relatives is the secret code they agreed upon!
Chu Guoyi's wife hurried to the door and opened it.
A middle-aged woman came in: "Sister, do you have any goods?"
The woman looked back at Chu Guoyi.
Chu Guoyi looked at Wan Feng.
Wan Feng knew that he was here to pick up the goods, and he also knew what Chu Guoyi meant by looking at him.
I didn't expect this guy to have some sense of chivalry.
"It's useless for me to take ten or eight of them. Just give them to those who come to pick up the goods."
Chu Guoyi then said to the woman, "There are more than ten left. Give them to Sister Cai."
Chu Guoyi's wife then took Sister Cai into the right wing.
"Brother Chu, it seems we can't sell your pants for the time being. We'll come back when your production volume increases."
"That's fine too. You're always welcome here, brother."
When Wan Feng reached the door, he turned around and said something that made Chu Guoyi confused: "Brother Chu, maybe we will cooperate soon. Goodbye!"
Chu Guoyi looked at Wan Feng's departing back, feeling a little confused.
When they returned to the main road, Xia Qiulong asked, "How was it?"
"We've basically figured it out. It's a family workshop like ours, with five sewing machines producing 130 to 40 stitches. They pose no threat to us, so there's no need to worry about them."
Xia Qiulong felt relieved. Xin Li had already earned several hundred yuan from selling pants in the past month or two, and he certainly didn't want this source of income to be affected.
When they reached the bottom of the slope, Wan Feng parted ways with Xia Qiulong and Lu Jian, using the excuse that he was waiting for the bus.
It's almost noon now, the tractor has already gone back. If he wants to go back, he can only take a bus.
After Xia Qiulong and Lu Jian left, Wan Feng turned south and walked about two miles to Shuangtui Mo Village.
Zhang San was not lying dead on the kang today, but was strolling on the street in front of his house. This was beyond Wan Feng's expectations.
The two of them sat down on the stone in front of Zhang San's house.
"I want a hundred digital watches. No matter what means you use, I want to see the goods on Wednesday."
Zhang San was shocked. "Did you sell those fifty last time?" He sold fifty electronic watches in just one week? This was impossible. But what would he do with the watches if he didn't sell them?
"Not yet, but they're half sold out, so I'm going to restock."
More than 20 watches were sold in just one week. So this humble kid has opened up the entire market? Has this kid taken over such a large market?
Zhang San rolled his eyes a few times.
"Brother Wan, I went to Bohai again after I gave you the goods last time, and now the price of the goods has increased."
The price has increased?
Wan Feng frowned immediately. This was impossible. Since electronic watches entered the mainland market, except for a few fluctuations in the early stages, their prices have generally been on a downward trend, from a hundred or eighty yuan at the beginning, and finally became three or five yuan each.
Prices in the retail market have been falling, so there is no reason for wholesalers to raise prices?
Wan Feng glanced at Zhang San out of the corner of his eye and found that his face looked a little unnatural and his eyes were dodging.
Could it be that the price of this product was temporarily raised because I opened up the market?
"How much did it increase?"
"One has increased by two yuan."
After hearing the price, Wan Feng understood.
In 1980, the wholesale price of something that originally sold for a few dollars suddenly increased by two dollars. Are you kidding me?
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