Originally, Wan Feng had not planned to make tricycles right now. The scale of the Wahou Machinery Factory was still small, and its technical strength was not very sound. There were still many difficulties if he relied entirely on himself.
It would be great if there were some supporting factories nearby, so that the machinery factory would only be responsible for integration and the process would be much faster.
If conditions are ripe, Wan Feng thought of supporting some individuals to set up some small processing plants in Waihou to provide supporting services for the machinery factory.
This seems like something that should be considered three years later.
But since Zhang Hai has the idea of making a car, it is not impossible to put three-wheeled vehicles on the agenda.
But I'll consider that in two days.
Wan Feng temporarily put the tricycle behind his mind, and the mobile house was the primary problem that needed to be solved right now.
Wan Feng is no stranger to prefabricated houses, whether they are made of cement boards or later light steel colored plate houses, they all have fixed shapes.
After drawing each part and marking the dimensions according to memory, Wan Feng handed the mold concept drawing to Xiao Dexiang.
This thing is much simpler to produce. Just cut the iron plate according to the size and weld it.
The mold has been made. You can use iron bars or No. 8 iron wire as a mesh and add cement, sawdust or even rice husks to make cement boards. When you need them, you just need to make these shapes and then assemble them according to your needs.
After the mold was completed and handed over to the brick and tile factory, Zhu Ping began to assign people to make these panels according to Professor Wan Feng's method.
Luan Feng had originally thought it was a bullshit idea to try out an assembly line operation with five people, following Wan Feng's suggestion. But wasn't it the same thing? Would having five people each specialize in a specific task speed things up?
After a day of experimentation, a miracle really happened. This group actually did twice the work of the usual five people in one day.
Luan Feng thought about it so much that his head hurt, but he still couldn't understand the reason behind it.
Luan Feng’s greatest advantage is that if she can’t figure something out, she won’t think about it. If the method she can’t figure out can increase production capacity, she will just do it according to this method.
So she divided the people in the workshop into six groups, and all of them started working on the assembly line.
This change greatly increased production efficiency. The original 200 finished products produced per day increased to more than 300 pieces.
With the product certificate and production license, Wanfeng began to produce tape recorders in earnest.
In fact, this is not production, it can only be considered assembly, and what he actually produces is just a shell.
Yuan Hai was asked to print the product manual and decorations, and the outside of the tape recorder was decorated with colorful stickers, and then it was taken to the market for sale.
With his current scale, he doesn't need to go out to sell his products. As long as he takes them to the market and piles them up, people will buy them.
On the first day, Wan Feng took twenty tape recorders, including single-player and recorder players, to the market for sale openly. He connected them to the power supply using an electric wire from the team headquarters.
As soon as the machine started to sound, the small stall was surrounded by people. Zhang Xian saw it and quickly sent two people to maintain order.
In fact, most of the people who gathered around to watch were farmers strolling around. They were just listening and could not afford to buy it for two hundred yuan.
They can't afford it, but there are those who can.
Someone was attracted by the sound and asked in a southern accent, "How much is this thing?... Holy crap, it's you!"
Wan Feng looked up at the person coming and thought about what happened during the day: "Zhang Shi...Zhang Shitou!"
"Who is Zhang Shitou? Zhang Shiqian!"
"Oh right, Zhang Shiqian, where did you come from? Why are you here?"
If God gave Wan Feng a thousand choices, he would not believe that he would see Zhang Shiqian in Wahou today. This guy is far away in the south and would never appear here unless he is mentally ill.
"I came this morning."
Wan Feng threw the stall to Zhang Xian and pulled Zhang Shiqian to sit on the steps on the side.
He took out a cigarette and offered it to Zhang Shiqian: "What are you doing here? Are you regretting buying the machine? If so, I'd like to tell you to give up on this idea as soon as possible."
"Once something is sold, it's like spilled water. I won't do that kind of thing."
"Then what are you doing here?"
"Can I come and see you?"
"You'd better speak human language. Listening to nonsense hurts my brain cells."
"Then I'll tell you what I want to buy your small dump truck with four wheels."
"Buy it. Where will you ship it to?"
"South, Nanyue Province."
"Nanyue! You transported this all the way here?" Wan Feng was shocked.
"Why not? Who said it's not possible?"
"No, how did you transport this back from such a long distance?"
"What's it to you what I use for transportation? Can you help me solve the transportation problem?"
Wan Feng shook his head faster than a rattle: "I don't have those skills."
"Then why do you bother with that?"
That's right, why should I bother with that? Whether they transport it by train, plane or hire someone to drive it back has nothing to do with me.
"Have you calculated the cost of shipping it back from here?"
"Of course I've calculated that if I send a thousand units back at once, the shipping cost won't be too high, and I still have a lot of profit margin."
One thousand units! Isn’t this a scam?
"Hurry out and head south. If you rush to the bus station now, you might be able to catch a bus going somewhere else."
"What are you doing? Are you kicking me out? I haven't even picked up the goods yet."
"Let's not talk about how you're going to transport it, or whether we have a thousand one-ton turnover. That one-ton turnover would cost three million, and I don't see where you can afford three million. But I can tell you, we don't sell on credit, and there's no cash on delivery. If you don't bring cash, you can't even take a tire."
Zhang Shiqian laughed heartily. "You take my boast seriously? I can't ship out a thousand, so what if I ship out twenty or thirty?"
"I do believe that, but I'm not very optimistic about your business. The journey is too long and the cost is too high. You won't make much money."
"How much is the ex-factory price for this ton?"
"Two thousand eight!"
Zhang Shiqian seemed to think about it for a long time, then asked, "Are there any discounts?"
"No, that's the price. Buy it if you want."
Zhang Shiqian said to himself, "If I add 200 yuan to the shipping cost for one truck, that would be 3,000 yuan, not bad."
Turning to Wan Feng, he said, "How about getting me fifty units first? But you have to be responsible for delivering the goods to Bohai. This is a discount for me. Once they arrive in Bohai, you don't have to worry about it anymore."
It doesn't cost much to transport the goods to Bohai Sea for him. A Jiefang Lala one-ton tipping trailer can carry about six or seven units, and the freight is only a few dozen yuan.
But how do we get this stuff back to the south after we reach Bohai? By ship?
It can probably be transported to Shanghai by boat, but how can we get it across the Wanwan Strait in Nanyue if we want to transport it directly?
Wan Feng remembers that crossing the Wanwan Strait seemed not an easy task in the 1980s.
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