Wan Feng had thought about making electric fans before, but he didn't think about it because the conditions were not good enough, mainly because they couldn't make some electronic components.
He remembers a lot of things in his head, but it is not easy to produce many of them because it requires a system.
For example, computers and mobile phones, you know how they work, but how do you manufacture them? Some of them are simply impossible to produce.
Not to mention them, even if he put forward these concepts now, there would be no one in the whole country who could match the required components.
This requires a gradual process.
Even if he could remember all the winning numbers of the jackpot in his previous life and all the big bull stocks in every bull market, what would be the use?
The lottery will not appear for more than ten years, and the stock market is still in turmoil. Will it be useful?
Electric fans have been produced by several domestic manufacturers since the 1960s. For example, fans from brands such as Bat and Watson are still available on the market.
The electric fans back then were almost just a lump of iron. One fan weighed more than 50 kilograms and was too expensive to make.
Now that he has an injection molding machine, many parts in the electric fan can be replaced by plastic, which will greatly reduce the weight and reduce the cost. Moreover, he remembered where to buy some parts, so he thought of making this thing.
He doesn't think about unrealistic things now, he just wants to make things that can be produced under current conditions, even if the product is relatively simple.
Swallow dance, swallow dance, let's sing together and express our love...
This was an advertising song that was heard all over China in the 1980s. Wan Feng was deeply impressed. Of course he wanted to claim such a famous brand as his own. As for the Yancheng Radio Factory, they could just come up with another name.
Four of the five tractors manufactured in this batch were sold, which was considered a small success for the station.
All things are difficult at the beginning, but as long as you take this first step, the next step may be a bright future.
At noon, Wan Feng went to Luan Feng's house for lunch, then lay on the kang and began to scribble.
At first, I purposefully drew various tractor shapes and some styles of sports shoes and sportswear. Later, I just let my imagination run wild and I didn't even know what I was drawing. Anyway, I drew a lot of random things.
When Luan Feng came into the house from the workshop to look for something in the afternoon, she saw Wan Feng sleeping on the drawing paper on the kang.
My saliva is flowing.
Luan Feng looked at Wan Feng, who was sleeping soundly with his hands on his head, with heartache, and her eyes turned red as she looked at him.
Although she looks carefree, she knows clearly how ambitious this little man is and how much pressure he is under.
If there were no pressure, why would he run around all day? There are many things that he shouldn't be involved in, but he still does them himself with all his heart.
All the fourteen or fifteen-year-old boys in the village are carefree and play with cats and dogs all day long, but he is the only one who has the heart of a forty-year-old at the age of fourteen.
I don't know what he wants. As long as there is enough money to spend, it's enough. Does he want to move the bank here?
It is said that men worry too early and will become bald when they get old. Will he have no hair on his head in the future?
If all the hair on my head falls out, will the hair in other parts of my body also fall out?
Oh, it looks so ugly with such a bare patch! It’s better to have it more densely packed like it is now.
Thinking of this, Luan Feng's eyes were no longer red, but her face turned red instead. God knows what she was thinking about.
Luan Feng grabbed a pillow, lifted up Wan Feng's head and tucked it under him, then grabbed a blanket and covered Wan Feng.
Then he carefully put away the messy things that Wan Feng had drawn one by one.
She knew that these seemingly random doodles might one day become a project and create some amazing wealth.
What are these paintings about?
This is sportswear, and this is shoes, which should be considered the sneakers he mentioned.
This is a tractor with a very streamlined style. It seems to be much better looking and much larger than the tractors sold by the machinery factory.
This is a tape recorder, much larger than the brick-sized one she is using now, and looks like a small cabinet.
There is also a round-headed thing. It’s an electric fan. I remember now.
These are the ones she recognizes, and there are some she doesn't, such as this thing that looks like a bicycle, but it seems different from a bicycle, as it doesn't seem to have pedals.
There are also tricycles, but they are obviously different from the one Wan Feng rides.
There were also some things she had no idea what they were and couldn't even guess.
Guessing things was not her strong point, so she would not waste her brain on it.
The little rascal can think of anything and come up with it, so why should she waste her energy on it?
He is responsible for thinking and manufacturing, and she is responsible for looking at and using it.
What a beautiful world this is.
"Bang!"
It's like I've been thinking too much and banging my head against the wall.
Luan Feng rubbed her head and smiled foolishly, then she found Wan Feng tilting his head and looking at her like an idiot.
"Which is stronger, the wall or your head? I just don't understand what the experience of banging your head against a wall is like."
"You're the one banging your head against the wall. I'm just thinking."
"Banging your head against the wall to think about something? Is there such a way to increase your intelligence?"
"It's all your fault for drawing so many messy things."
Luan Feng got up and put on her shoes, put the paintings into the cabinet, made a face at Wan Feng and went out.
Wan Feng yawned and turned over. He thought he needed to sleep a little longer as he seemed not to have slept well.
Tonight's movie was moved to Waqian. After dinner, Luan Feng took a group of her people to watch the movie.
Wan Feng didn't want to go at first. Movies are just the same after watching them once. It's boring to watch the same thing over and over again.
But Luan Feng forced him to go anyway, and fortunately the depression was just a few steps away.
"Popsicles, popsicles, anyone want to buy some?"
Just as I walked not far to the depression, I heard Jiang Jun's coquettish voice.
I was wondering why I hadn't seen this guy since the holiday. It turns out he was selling popsicles again this summer.
The next second, Jiang Jun pushed Wan Feng's bicycle with a box on it and came to Wan Feng and his group.
Wan Feng took out a dollar from his pocket and threw it on Jiang Jun's popsicle box: "Give me twenty."
Jiang Jun saw that it was Wan Feng: "Why are you paying for the popsicle? No need..."
"Stop talking nonsense. What do I need from you? I have money, so I can do whatever I want!"
Jiang Jun put the money away angrily. Damn it, just because you have money you can act like a boss to others?
Although he thought so in his mind, he did not hesitate and quickly took out twenty popsicles.
"If you want to eat, just take it yourself. Why are you waiting for me to bring it to you?"
There were eleven people including Luan Feng, and in the blink of an eye, half of the twenty popsicles were gone.
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