"You are going too far, kid. Why are you pulling his pants?" Brother Beard complained. The playful kid opposite was too hateful. I have enough tricks when playing basketball, but I basically don't pull people's pants unless I am in a hurry, because if the pants are not fastened tightly, if I really pull them down, it may cause a war.
But these idiots didn't care about that. They not only pulled the outside, but also the inside. To be precise, it was not just pulling, it was simply peeling it down.
Isn’t it called stripping if you even take off your underwear?
Although the butt was exposed, fortunately the front was not pulled down, otherwise it would be embarrassing for the old man.
"Who said you can't pull your pants while playing basketball? You can only blame yourself for not tying your pants tightly. It's also a skill. Actually, you guys played pretty dirty, especially you. This can be considered as your punishment."
Hu Zi pulled up his pants and went to complain to the referee.
"Referee, referee, he's cheating again. His pants are yanked down."
The referee stifled a laugh. Serves you right! You slick players deserve to be dealt with by little scoundrels like Xiao Wan.
The play of both sides was much cleaner afterwards, and this time it was purely a competition of technique and physical strength.
After a few rounds, Wan Feng finally regained his form when he played for the company in his previous life. He used to play as a small forward, relying on fast running and accurate shooting.
Today he played as a defender, connecting the team's offense.
Although he had never played with people like Wahou, they actually developed a tacit understanding when playing three-on-two. Often his unexpected passes would result in assists.
The more they played, the more they understood each other and their morale grew higher. In the end, they even displayed an exceptionally smooth and coordinated performance.
The people stationed in the league are no match for them. How can a person in his thirties outrun a person in his twenties? In addition, the people from Wahou performed beyond their level today. For the first time, the people stationed in the league were defeated by the young people from Wahou and lost by ten goals.
"No more fighting, no more fighting. I'm already a father, how can I outrun you little bastards?"
Hu Zi ran to the stream, panting, to catch his breath.
Wan Feng was also sweating and feeling very sore. He ran to the stream, took off his vest, and washed his face and arms with his bare chest.
"Boy, you play well. You have been playing for a long time." The people stationed in the regiment also ran to the stream to wash the sweat off their bodies. A row of people squatted by the ditch.
"First fight!"
"You're kidding me, your basketball skills won't last for ten years. I really suspect you started playing basketball before you can even remember." Hu Zi laughed and scolded.
I can only remember things from the age of four, when I was still wearing open-crotch pants.
"Brother Hu Zi, how long have you been stationed here?"
"Our factory came here last winter."
"Have you seen me on the court since you got here last year?"
"You haven't been here for long since I arrived, but today is the first time I've seen you play basketball."
"Next time we play basketball, teach these guys behind us a lesson, especially those dirty tricks of yours."
"Bah! I'm not as dirty as you. Sometimes I just pull on someone's pants, but you just ripped them down."
"Haha, who told you not to tie your pants when you went on stage?"
"Even if I tied it, you can't stop it by pulling it off. You might even pull my pants in two."
Wan Feng chuckled and threw his vest into the stream, rubbing it. "Brother Huzi, what kind of machinery does your factory sell?"
“Carton machinery.”
"How many mechanical combinations are there?"
“Cut the paper, glue it, and bind it.”
The most basic combination.
“No inkjet machine?”
"Inkjet? What's it for?"
"You're spraying words and paintings on the outside of the cartons. Can your machine only produce cartons made of smooth board?"
"It's just a bare board, isn't that what it is?"
It seems that most of the cardboard boxes at that time were indeed made of plain boards, and it was considered high-end if they could be sprayed with an umbrella and a "Do not turn upside down" message.
Cardboard boxes are not very useful at the moment, but opening a cardboard box factory is definitely a promising industry, as countless products will need to be packaged in cartons in the future.
Wan Feng was thinking about where the cartons would be needed after the temporary depression. His own tape recorder needed cardboard packaging, and the rubber shoe factory needed those single-piece cardboard boxes for packaging. It seemed that there was really no use for anything else.
Regardless of whether it is useful now, we should build a cardboard box factory.
"You need to report back to your factory about the machine that can draw and write on cartons. With this equipment, your carton machines will definitely sell well."
Hu Zi didn't take it seriously: "What's the use?"
"Why is it useless? Imagine I'm a fruit seller and I want to order a batch of boxes containing no more than ten kilograms of fruit. I want the boxes to have images and names of the fruits on the outside. Tell me, what would you do? Should you write them by hand?"
Hu Zi scratched his head: "Does fruit come in cartons?"
Haha, not now, but it will be available in a few years. In the future, all fruits that are transported over long distances will be packed in cartons.
"I'll give this feedback to the factory."
"If your factory can solve this problem, we promise to buy a set later. By the way, how much does your equipment cost?"
"Just these few pieces of equipment cost nearly 20,000 yuan. If we add that inkjet machine you mentioned, it'll be even more than 20,000 yuan."
It’s only over 20,000 yuan, not expensive.
"Give your factory a suggestion right away and ask them to fix this problem immediately. It would be even better if they could print colorful patterns. If they can fix it, we'll buy a set right away. Maybe even several sets. One set probably isn't enough."
Even if I don’t use much myself, but by taking over the Wahou market, even if I process it for others, it can be a big business.
The cost of a cardboard box is estimated to be only a few cents now. It is not a big deal to sell it for a few cents and start a small factory that can support dozens of people and generate a profit of hundreds of thousands of yuan a year.
Brother Huzi didn't expect that a game of football would bring him business. He has been stationed here for almost half a year and has sold a set of machines. It is basically the same as his retirement here.
"Once your factory has resolved this issue, please let me know."
"Okay!"
Wan Feng stood up from the stream and decided to go check on his wife Erhu to see if she had knocked down the pile of bricks.
Luan Feng was still circling around the brick factory. At this moment, Wan Feng was so impressed by Luan Feng that she couldn't get dizzy.
"Dude, take a break, don't mess around with your head."
"I'm not tired, I'm really not tired. I'll just walk around for a while and then we'll go home."
Luan Feng went around in circles again. If she continued to ride the motorcycle this way, it would probably be scrapped in a few years.
I don’t know if Xiao Dexiang’s motorcycle has been dismantled?
If he gets addicted to riding it, it will take him half a day to dismantle it.
Wan Feng was thinking about a question: once they could imitate the engine of this motorcycle, how could they mass-produce it?
When this motorcycle was first launched, the Jialing factory was unable to control costs and sold it at a loss. It only survived with subsidies from the military industry department.
Of course, Wahou will not sell at a loss, but how to make a profit is something that needs to be considered.
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