There are more than 60 people. How much does one set cost per person?
The cost of a set of clothes is nearly nine yuan, and more than sixty sets cost nearly six hundred yuan, so all the profits for this month are gone.
Zhang Xuan gritted her teeth: We can’t let this prodigal man continue to do such evil things.
But this outspoken guy has already said it, how can I make him take it back?
It seems like he said that he would only give rewards if he was happy. If he was unhappy, would he not be rewarded?
Right! By the end of the month, it’s time to make him unhappy, right? How can I make him unhappy?
Zhang Xuan smiled complacently, it seemed that he would be unhappy whenever she pestered him. By the end of the month, I will pester you every day, and see if you still have the mind to give out rewards!
Thinking of this, Zhang Xuan began to smile triumphantly again.
Wan Feng had no idea that his casual words would cause Zhang Xuan's stomach to twist and turn like a mountain road. He was still calculating the current month's production.
The daily output of Wan Feng's own 22 machines is really limited. Fortunately, the market he is facing now is not large. With only two markets, Wuxian and Heihe, he can barely supply them.
If all these machines were to make bell-bottom pants, then based on a full day's workload, they would be able to produce over 200 pairs of pants. This output would be completely insufficient to supply these two markets.
But once ski jackets were added, the production dropped.
Using an assembly line-style operation method, an average of one person working on one machine for eight hours a day can only make four or five ski jackets. Including the school's fifteen sewing machines, the maximum number of ski jackets produced per month is 1,500.
Moreover, due to the cold weather next month, the senior high school students’ internship will be suspended for a month after school starts and they will have to return to school to study theoretical courses. As a result, the fifteen machines in the school will have no output during the day.
We can’t even produce 1,500 sets of clothing, so we’d be lucky if we could finish 1,000.
Fortunately, it only takes a month to make. No matter how much there is, it’s just this much. I can sell it or not. After the Chinese New Year, I will specialize in making bell-bottom pants and won’t have such worries.
After thinking about it, Wan Feng decided to go to sleep when he saw the women busying around. He couldn't help much anyway. He was woken up by the cold in the middle of the night last night and lost a lot of sleep. Today was a good opportunity to make up for it.
Wan Feng yawned loudly.
But it seems a bit impolite to sleep in this room. How can this be considered a women's boudoir, and a boudoir for six women at that? It would be neither nice nor pleasant to sleep here alone. Forget it, I'll just go to Li Mingdou's room in my master's house to take a nap.
I had lunch at his house at noon.
Having made up his mind, Wan Feng wandered to Li You's house.
He Xiao, the first person to take up a martial arts training class in the region, did very well. He had more than 50 disciples in Fulaerji. Each disciple paid two yuan a month in tuition and studied for two hours every afternoon. He Xiao's attitude towards the students was that as long as they paid the money, they could come or not, and study or not. As a master, he did not care about anything. Of course, he would still stand up if a student was beaten.
But how many people in Fulaerji dare to beat up his disciples?
He Xiao truthfully relayed his success experience to his master Li You.
Li You didn't care much about what his students learned. What he cared about was that He Xiao earned 120 yuan a month, which was a reason that tempted him.
So, at the end of last month, he also started a martial arts class.
Wow, ever since the sign was put up, followers came like a stream, and in just a few days, more than a hundred people were recruited.
Li You's nose was crooked from laughing.
When Wan Feng arrived at Li You's house, Li You was sitting on the kang and grinning foolishly.
Wan Feng was deeply contemptuous of his master for being so low-minded and laughing like a madman for just two hundred yuan a month.
Wan Feng was surprised that Li Mingdou was still sleeping at this time. His room was the room of the three brothers. His two younger brothers only had Sundays off and had no end-of-month holidays, so they went to school. Only this guy was sleeping soundly wrapped in a quilt.
Wan Feng climbed onto the kang without any hesitation, and without knowing it was Li Mingdou's younger brother's quilt, he pulled it over himself and fell into a good sleep.
After having lunch at Li You's house at noon, Wan Feng followed Li You to his boxing ring to show off his power. When he got there and more than a hundred men, women, young and old called him senior brother, he realized that he was actually the second senior brother!
Among Li You's formal disciples, He Xiao is the eldest senior brother and Wan Feng is the second senior brother. They have kowtowed and performed the rituals. The others who have not gone through these two procedures do not count.
Wan Feng was depressed. He felt that he had come at a very wrong time. Why wasn't there someone between him and He Xiao? Then the title of second senior brother would not fall on him.
This Second Brother made him think of Bajie.
I wonder if these guys would have given him the nickname Bajie when Journey to the West was released in 1986?
If anyone dares to call him Bajie, he will definitely give them a good beating.
The martial arts class has been running for two days, and Li You's current teaching content is very simple and crude.
In one month, you need to stand in horse stance for at least one hour.
In his words, poking feet is meant to exercise the legs. There's no point in practicing it if you can't even keep your lower body steady.
Wan Feng saw that this was not acceptable and quickly pulled Li You aside.
"Master! First, tell me the purpose of your class."
"Promote martial arts and promote national quintessence." Li You came up with a grand and slogan-like language.
"Master, can we just stop talking nonsense, Master and Disciple? Just tell me, are you doing this to make money, or are you really promoting martial arts like you just said? Tell the truth!"
Li You scratched his head: "Making money and promoting martial arts should be both possible."
"You can't have your cake and eat it too, so you can choose one."
"Then let's choose to make money." Li You thought for a long time and answered as if embarrassed.
"Master, if you want to make money, what can you earn by doing horse stance every day?"
Li You was surprised: "Isn't this right? Our style won't work if we don't have a stable lower body. My requirement is to be able to squat in horse stance for an hour. That's not that difficult, right? When I was learning the art, I could do it for half a day..."
Wan Feng quickly interrupted his master and asked why he was talking about decades ago.
When people first start practicing horse stance, ordinary people can't even squat for a minute, let alone an hour. You ask these people to practice horse stance every day. Isn't that ridiculous?
"Master, if you practice horse stance every day now, I guarantee that within three days you can run half as fast as a human being. I want to ask you how much does half as fast as a human being cost?"
"It's over a hundred yuan!"
"Yeah, you'll have lost more than a hundred of them by the time you're halfway there. By the end, there will probably only be eight or ten left. You'll be left with nothing."
"Disciple! That's not right. If they want to learn martial arts, they should be determined to endure hardships. So if they come here, it means they have expected this. Why are they running away?"
You see, their brains are ancient, right? Why did they run? Why didn't they run?
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