It’s not the managers’ fault for being timid. A Xingfu motorcycle costs several hundred yuan, which is really unaffordable for most people.
If the goods cannot be sold and become a backlog, they really cannot afford the responsibility.
"Then go to Bohai City and have a look. They will definitely sell it there."
"I have plenty of free time, right? Why don't I go to Bohai and buy a motorcycle and ride it back?"
"You can find a truck that goes back and forth from Bohai to bring the goods back."
"Yeah, let me think about it."
"Take your time to think about it. I still have things to do. I have a lot to do today."
Wan Feng said goodbye to Xia Qiulong, rode his motorcycle to the Wujiaohua store, and went directly to find Jiang Zhuoxiu.
Jiang Zhuoxiu was probably chatting with someone again, as there was no sign of him at the counter.
He Xu was there, lying listlessly on the counter, with music that sounded like ghost cries coming from behind him.
He Xu's tape recorder was finally installed with a homemade shell, which was very ugly, so ugly that it was almost recorded in the Guinness Book of World Records.
In Wan Feng's words, it would be more comfortable to look at without the shell.
Moreover, the sound quality of the tape recorder he had assembled was too poor. It was full of noise and was several levels lower than the tape recorder made by Wan Feng.
He Xu didn't know that the tape recorder that could be seen on the market was made by Wan Feng himself and was displayed in front of Wan Feng.
"How about my tape recorder?"
Wan Feng curled his lips. "It's been over a year, and your recorder is only this bad? What's the point of listening to all this noise?"
"There's always some noise, and it's hard to fix."
"Look at your shell. Not only is it ugly, but I can see it shaking from so far away. How can it not make noise? I'll teach you a trick. Go find some asphalt and pour it into the shell, and it will stop vibrating."
He Xu blinked: "Is it possible?"
"You'll know if you try it. Where's Jiang Zhuoxiu?"
He Xu pointed to the other side of the store, and Wan Feng saw Jiang Zhuoxiu working on a piece of work at the counter of another group.
Wan Feng turned around and went to find Jiang Zhuoxiu.
"Uncle Jiang!"
Jiang Zhuoxiu obviously still remembered Wan Feng and nodded at him.
"You don't sell any TVs here yet?" Wan Feng didn't see any TVs on their counter.
Jiang Zhuoxiu was stunned for a moment: "You want to buy a TV?"
Wan Feng nodded.
"Our manager was hesitant to go in, saying he was afraid he wouldn't be able to sell items worth over 500 yuan."
These leaders are such a bunch of losers, don’t they even have this little courage?
“Is it sold in the department store?”
Jiang Zhuoxiu shook her head: "These families are all looking at each other, and no one wants to be the first to step forward."
Wan Feng was very disappointed.
"So they're not going to go into the TV?"
"It will definitely come in. Judging by the behavior of those people, it will probably be by the end of the year. Don't count on it now."
Forget it, I saved money.
Wan Feng did not waste any more time here. He said goodbye to Jiang Zhuoxiu and drove to the printing factory. He found Yuan Hai through the person on duty in the communication room.
Of course Yuan Hai knew why Wan Feng came, so he ordered someone to bring out a large cardboard box and throw it into the truck bed.
This is the tractor manual and brochure that Wan Feng asked Yuan Hai to print.
Wan Feng picked up a brochure and took a look.
The brochure is printed very beautifully, but it is only at the level of 1981.
The cover is a red tractor with a slightly upturned front end, as if it is about to spread its wings and fly.
Of course this is not a real photo, it is just a drawing by Wan Feng.
Because tractors didn't have tires at that time, so the photos would be ugly. Besides, even if they were taken, they would be in black and white, not as good as the colorful paintings he drew.
The first page contains photos of certificates from various countries, followed by various promotional slogans, which in layman's terms are just bragging.
The tractor was blown so hard that it was almost as big as the car.
The advertising slogans in the advertisement were all written by Wan Feng himself, such as "Where the car reaches the mountain, there must be a road, and where there is a road, there must be the Inna River."
The registered trademark of their tractor is Inna River. He used this advertising slogan first, leaving Toyota to guess in the future.
Wan Feng gave the money for printing to Yuan Hai and asked about the couplets along the way.
“When will your couplets be printed?”
"It has to be Dongyue anyway. There's no point in coming down too early."
"I still want 10,000 sets. Don't forget, it would be best if they were delivered to my home."
Yuan Hai can still meet this requirement.
After finishing the work here, Wan Feng brought the promotional materials to the third destination: Hongya County Agricultural Machinery Company.
After some trouble, Wan Feng met Manager Pan of the agricultural machinery company.
Manager Pan sat lazily behind his desk, blowing
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
