"If I were to sell something this expensive, I might not even be able to sell a single piece by Chinese New Year."
Zhu Ping is very self-aware and he firmly believes that he is not cut out for business.
What my uncle said made sense. Although doing business doesn't rely solely on talking, it won't work if you don't have a good mouth. Although his mouth has improved in this year, it is obviously not up to par if he wants to fool others.
Especially for something like an electronic watch that costs only a few dozen dollars, if I can't fool you, I really can't get it out.
But what else can you do if you don’t do business?
Wan Feng suddenly remembered that he still had a bunch of miscellaneous little gadgets, which he had bought from Fang Hongqiu for 2,500 yuan during the last restock.
These things included twenty tape recorder movements, ten radio movements, transformers, speakers, tapes and some small gadgets, which were originally packed back in a large bag.
There are over a hundred audio tapes alone.
He picked out the things related to the tape recorder, which were worth 2,500 yuan. The rest included various key chains, lighters, small pendants, plastic necklaces, bracelets, celebrity photos, etc. There were still a lot of them.
Wan Feng went into the house and searched for a long time before he found the bun in the corner of the broken cabinet. He took it to the outer room and poured it onto the kang.
"Take these things to the market tomorrow and sell them. The lighters are fifty cents, and these colorful key chains, necklaces, bracelets, etc. are ten cents. Remember that?"
Zhu Ping nodded, this is easy to remember.
"These are just little things. I think you can sell them. I'll give you half of the money. Take them."
Wan Feng didn't even count it, so he didn't care how much his uncle would sell it for.
You can't sell things worth dozens of dollars, and if you can't sell things worth a dime, then you'd better just do something for the team.
Zhu Ping took the package back to his room to study it.
After dinner, Wan Feng put on his cotton jacket and hat and walked towards the ditch on the crunching snow.
The weather is very cold tonight, and the north wind blows as hard as a knife on the face.
Damn Zhang Hai, otherwise I would be lying in a warm bed at home, but I still have to listen to your nonsense. I don’t know what he is talking about.
I don't know what Liang Wanjia was doing outside, but it was so hot.
There is no poker game tonight, and there is no table on the kang, but there is a brazier.
A few red bricks are placed on the kang mat, and the brazier sits on the red bricks.
Accountant Zhang Hai, Liang Wan and others were eating peanuts and chatting around the brazier. When they saw Wan Feng come in, they asked Wan Feng to get on the kang.
The peanuts were fried, but they were a little overcooked and had a mushy taste.
"It's Chinese New Year now, what are you talking about? Are you organizing a yangko dance team to walk on stilts? I won't participate in that."
"Our team has done well this year. At least no team in Jiangwei Brigade can suppress us. Even the Shanhou Team only earns 0.27 yuan per work point this year." There was a hint of pride in Zhang Hai's tone.
Because Shanhou Team had a quarry, it had always been the production team that received the most money from Wei Team in previous years.
"Pick it out thoroughly, don't throw it here and there with a sieve." Wan Feng was not interested in listening to Zhang Hai's nonsense.
"You little bastard, you have no patience at all."
"You are really close to home. You can get there in no time. It's not easy for me to walk from the east end to here."
"Well, then, let's get straight to the point, nephew. I've been thinking a lot these past few days. Now that our team's land has been divided, what should we do next? What should we do with the team's livestock, farm tools, brickyard, and future industries?"
The household contract responsibility system was just a superficial change. There was still a lot of property in the team, and I'm sure someone had already started to covet it.
According to the designer, the reform is like crossing the river by feeling the stones, and Zhang Hai has no idea how to proceed.
"Are all the production materials in the team being divided up?"
"That won't do. How are you going to divide up the team's livestock, carts, and farm tools? Do you give each family a horse leg or a bull whip per head?"
"What should we do then?"
Liang Wan was highly focused. He had been driving a truck in the team for more than ten years and he really wanted to own a truck of his own, so he paid close attention to the information in this regard.
"Sell them. The animals, carts, and some of the team's means of production can be sold at a price. The highest bidder wins. For example, if Uncle Liang Wan buys the cart, he can charge a reasonable fee for farming for those who don't have animals. For example, how much is it per acre for delivering manure, how much is it per acre for wading, and how much is it per acre for pulling on the mountain. This way, he can solve the needs of those who don't have animals and carts, and create benefits for himself."
However, this is only temporary. After a few years of working on their own, almost every household will buy their own means of production, such as horse-drawn carts, and gradually develop into small tractors.
I have seen all these peaks with my own eyes.
Zhang Hai thought about it and nodded. "That's right. We'll sell off all the livestock and carts tomorrow. But what about the brick factory and future industries? Are we going to sell them off too?"
"These cannot be sold or contracted out, so it's better to keep them in public ownership." Wan Feng answered without hesitation.
The country has reformed and opened up so thoroughly over the years, but it has still retained many state-owned enterprises. Therefore, some things must be retained after the recession, and these industries must remain in collective hands.
Wan Feng knew what would happen if everything was privatized. Western countries had stagnated in development since the late 1980s, simply because of total privatization.
Capitalists are not philanthropists. They will never engage in anything that is not profitable, so many new technologies will be stillborn.
It would be fine if they simply didn't do it, but once something threatens their interests, they will do everything they can to sabotage and hinder it.
If the country had not retained many state-owned enterprises, it would have been impossible to rely on private enterprises to complete the journey that took the West hundreds of years to develop in just over 30 years.
Wan Feng couldn't explain any profound truth, after all, he had not reached that level in his previous life. However, experience told him that retaining collective enterprises was the same as the state retaining state-owned enterprises. This was definitely the right choice.
"In the future, brick and tile factories and other industries will be collectively owned. Team members can work in these enterprises or become shareholders by participating in them. At the end of the year, in addition to dividends and wages, the collective must set aside a significant portion of funds for investment in new projects and research and development. Only in this way can we maintain our momentum of prosperity and development and remain at the forefront of the times."
Although Zhang Hai didn't understand many things about Wan Feng's words, he still thought it was very important for the industry to remain in the hands of the collective.
He was not considering the things he didn't understand, but felt that if everything was divided, his position as captain would only be an empty title and there would be no point in that.
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