"Where is your eldest sister?" Wan Feng asked Liang Wan's second daughter Liang Hong.
Liang Hong, who was about ten years old, tilted her head and looked at Wan Feng: "I won't tell you!"
Wan Feng pulled out two candies from his pocket like a magician: "Did you see that? Tell me and you can have candy, otherwise you can only watch."
In the blink of an eye, Liang Hong betrayed her sister without any loyalty: "She is angry in the west room."
Wan Feng stuffed the candy into Liang Hong's hand, left the house, passed the kitchen and entered the west room of Liang Wan's house.
Liang Hua was lying on the kang sulking when a voice suddenly rang out behind her.
"Your father and I have already discussed it. Qiu will arrange a marriage for us, and we will get married when we turn eighteen."
Liang Hua jumped up as if she had been electrocuted: "Who let you into this room? Don't you know this is our sister's room?"
"Tsk! You're not naked, what are you afraid of? And even if I am, I'm your future man. You're not an outsider if you're afraid of anything."
Liang Hua was crying so hard that she was about to have sex. How could such a shameless person appear?
"Wan Feng! What do you want?"
"Haha! Why can't you stand it? This is just the beginning. If you keep giving me a cold shoulder, I guarantee you'll live a very frustrating life."
Liang Hua glared at Wan Feng.
"Don't look at me like that. I didn't even touch your clothes. I mainly want to ask you, why do you always have a grudge against me? I don't think I jumped into the well with your child in my arms, did I?"
"Who told you to grow up so that I could be your wife?"
"Wasn't it your father who started it? I didn't mean it that way. Don't worry, when we grow up, we won't have much in common. Can you smile at me now?"
"Really? You really won't have any contact with me in the future?"
Wan Feng was speechless.
"I, Liang Hua, may not be good-looking, but I'm not ugly either. Do you have such a big prejudice against me? Men change a lot when they grow up. Maybe I'll be a handsome man in the future?"
"Bah! Shame on you! I'm a girl who changes a lot when she grows up."
"What kind of logic is that? Just because you women can transform into eighteen different forms, we men can't transform into a few? Sun Wukong even has seventy-two transformations!"
Wan Feng's words made Liang Hua laugh.
"You can be really hateful sometimes."
"Hate! That's because you've only been with me for a short time. If it's longer, you might even want to hit me! Okay, I've made it clear. You don't have to look at me with disdain anymore. From now on, you have to smile at me. Do you hear me? If you keep looking at me like that, I'll disgust you to death. Give me a smile first."
After making sure that Wan Feng was not joking, Liang Hua showed a rare smile, although it was not much better than crying.
Wan Feng also didn't want to see Liang Hua's bitter and resentful expression in the future. He felt uncomfortable being stared at by a woman.
After settling the matter with Liang Hua and Wan Feng, he returned to the east inner room of Liang Wan's house.
Zhang Hai and the others had obviously reached a conclusion through discussion.
"Wan Feng! Don't you have three projects? Take the last one."
Aren’t the first two projects enough to keep you busy?
"The last one is a beverage, which is the kind of soda-like stuff sold in the cooperative." Wan Feng was afraid that they didn't understand what a beverage meant, so he added a product for comparison.
In 1980, the only beverage you could find in rural markets was soda.
Zhang Hai blinked more than ten times in a row: "Drinks! Drinks?"
Wan Feng nodded.
"This doesn't seem to have much future. I only drink one bottle of soda sold by the cooperative in a year. In the countryside, when you're thirsty, you just drink cold water. Who would be willing to spend several cents to buy soda?"
Beverages are indeed not a necessity in life, especially in today's rural areas, where they are just dispensable. Zhang Hai's concerns are not unreasonable.
"You can't think that way about some products. Just because you think they're useless doesn't mean they have no market. If you don't drink it, there will be people who do. But I'm listing this one here as a reference, not a major one. The investment requirements are much more complicated than for cement tiles and bricks. First, you need a filling mixer, which is likely to be quite expensive. Then you need the formula and raw materials. These things aren't easy to come by right now, so just listen to the news and know there's this project. It won't be too late to jump in in two years when the conditions are ripe."
The beverage market is huge, but beverage filling machines and raw materials were indeed difficult to find in the 1980s.
It is estimated that the filling machine will be available on the market in two years, and raw materials such as molasses and pigments will not be available on the market until another year.
If Wahou can do a good job in these two Wanfeng projects, they will definitely have a certain amount of accumulation in two years, and it will not be too late to invest then.
It wasn't until 1987 that Coca-Cola was truly rolled out in China, so there were still many years to go.
"My mission is complete. The project you choose is none of my business. If you need anything, you can always contact me. But I can't give advice for nothing. I will have a share of the profits when you divide the money in the future."
He has no obligation to help for free.
"How about we hire you as a consultant? That way you won't have any trouble dividing the money when the time comes. Otherwise, there will inevitably be some petty members who will object."
This is a good idea. If Zhang Hai and the others don't understand something, they can ask him about it, and he can collect the money in a legitimate way.
The two sides hit it off and reached a consensus.
…
Zhang Hai, who is in his thirties, has a youthful drive. He really wants to lead his fellow villagers to live a good life. Once the project is selected, he starts to get busy.
He was so busy selecting a factory site, getting loans, and designing a factory building that he almost didn't recognize himself.
Zhang Hai was so busy that his feet were hitting his head, but Wan Feng was leisurely, going to school, collecting books, renting books, and collecting broken glass. This time, he had collected a cart full of glass shards in less than a week.
Liang Wan was still the one driving the car to deliver the broken glass shards, and Song Yuancheng was still the one receiving them.
After paying, Wan Feng and Song Yuancheng started chatting, and the topic of conversation turned to the broken bicycle in the corner: "Uncle Song, whose bicycle is that by the wall? Don't you want it anymore?"
Hearing Wan Feng asking about the bicycle, Song Yuancheng gave a wry smile: "Whose bicycle could it possibly be if it's lying here? It's mine."
"What's the matter with it? Is it scrapped?"
"Last year, I was riding it on the street. I was trying to avoid a large truck and ended up running under a bus. The bus ran over me, and the front and rear rims were chipped and the frame was bent. It ended up like that, and it can't be fixed."
Wan Feng walked over, picked up the deformed bicycle, and observed it carefully.
From the logo on the bike, you can tell that it is a Baishan brand bicycle produced by Shenyang. The front and rear rims have been severely damaged, the tires are rotten, the frame has been twisted like a twist, and the chain is rusted beyond recognition.
The rims can be made flat, and the inner and outer tyres can be replaced. The only thing that is uncertain is the frame. If the car is not repaired properly, it will definitely go off track.
"Are you selling it? I'll buy it at a price."
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