While these people were visiting the workshop, Wan Feng went to the brigade.
Since we have arrived at the brigade yard, we must say hello to Zhang Hai. After all, he is now the highest leader of the Jiangwei Brigade and is said to be a favorite of the new secretary of the commune.
This flattery cannot be saved.
In the brigade office, only Accountant Zhao was wearing glasses and typing on an abacus.
"Accountant Zhao, where's Zhang Hai?"
Zhao Gangliang pulled down the reading glasses on his nose and looked at Wan Feng through them.
"It's Xiao Wan, when did you come back?"
"I came back last night."
"It feels boring when you're not here. It's more lively when you're here."
Is this a compliment or an insult to me?
"Where is our wise and brave Secretary Zhang from the Wei Brigade?"
"Haha! You kid, Zhang Hai is either in the stamping factory or the beverage factory now. He usually spends more time in the beverage factory. If you want to find you, go there. You are 100% in these two places."
"Is he interested in some girl from the beverage factory? Otherwise, why would he go there every day? Even the beverages are cold on this day."
"Only you would dare to say that. If it were anyone else, he would have glared at me."
"Tsk! Even if he opens his eyes as wide as a cow's, it's useless."
Zhang Hai was not here, so Wan Feng only sat for a few minutes before leaving the brigade headquarters and returning to the garment factory.
You can't blame me for not visiting you when you're not here.
At this time, the people who were visiting the garment factory also came out of the workshop and stood in the factory yard to enjoy the warm morning sunshine.
"Then we'll prepare to go back to Wahou first. I still need to show the students around."
"Okay, I'll go back and cook lunch at noon and have all your classmates come over for dinner."
Wan Feng nodded and prepared to take these people back.
At this time, Zhang Xuan spoke: "Wan Feng, I want to stay here and study hard with Sister Luan Feng. I won't go back."
Something unexpected happened, and Wan Feng felt a sinking feeling in his heart.
This guy just talked to Luan Feng for a few words and now he starts calling her sister?
If you think about it, Zhang Xuan is seventeen this year and Luan Feng is eighteen. During the Chinese New Year, one will be eighteen and the other nineteen. It seems that there is nothing wrong with calling them sisters, but why does it feel unreliable to let these two guys be together?
"Haha, my wife is very powerful, and you are not a pushover either. If you stay here, I'm very worried that you two will start a fight."
Wan Feng could only say this much. If he said anything more, it would be clear, and even Luan Feng, who was a bit clueless, would be able to understand it.
"Don't worry, I promise I won't. I can see that Sister Luan Feng is the kind of person who speaks her mind. She will definitely not bully me."
The bastard was worried that she was talking nonsense with Luan Feng here. Am I that kind of person?
Wan Feng complained in his heart: I'm just worried that she will speak her mind, and I'm afraid you will bully her!
Luan Feng's intestines are very simple and she doesn't have the twists and turns in Zhang Xuan's stomach.
However, Wan Feng also understood what Zhang Xuan said and felt a little relieved.
"What are you talking about?" Luan Feng was unhappy.
"You make me sound like a bully. She's your classmate, how could I bully her? Okay, Zhang Xuan will stay here."
It's over, it's over, it's over, a British Shorthair and a Husky together, will it cause chaos? Now I can only pray to God.
Damn Zhang Xuan, how can I feel at ease if you stay here?
Although Zhang Xuan promised that he would never have any conflicts with Luan Feng, it was just talk. It seemed that his words and actions were not proportional.
Even though he was unwilling, Wan Feng had no choice but to take the rest of the people back. Luan Feng had already pulled Zhang Xuan into the workshop. What was the point of him standing there stupidly?
He returned to the depression listlessly.
"There are still two hours until noon, so you can move around freely. Wahou is not a big place anyway, and you should be able to find your way around even with your eyes closed. Remember the prices at the market, maybe it will help you when you get back. Gather here at 11 o'clock." Wan Feng pointed to the team headquarters building behind him.
The six people had a brief discussion and then went into the market.
Wan Feng did not go into the team headquarters building but went directly to the machinery factory. He wanted to know the current condition of the motorcycle.
Just now, when he walked past the machinery factory, he saw a truck loaded with motorcycle boxes leaving the factory. This means that the motorcycles have officially obtained production and operation licenses and entered the market.
When he left, the car was undergoing inspection and testing, but he didn't expect that it would start production in just a few months.
There were three trucks loading goods at the same time in the yard of the machinery factory, one was loading tricycles on the slope, and the other two were loading motorcycles.
The motorcycle's packaging is made of worthless poplar boards. The motorcycle with the handlebars removed is placed in a wooden frame and then wrapped in a cardboard box.
You don't need to look to know that the cardboard box used to package the motorcycle must have been produced by my uncle's cardboard box factory.
Xiao Dexiang was discussing something with the technical department staff in the technical room. When he looked out, he saw a man walking towards the office from the gate.
Xiao Dexiang rubbed his eyes to confirm who was coming over, then hurried out to greet him.
After some pleasantries, Wan Feng went straight to the point and asked about motorcycles.
"Not long after you left, the prototype we sent passed the ministry's inspection. Then, some people from higher up came down and spent over a week at our factory before finally granting us production and operating licenses. Now, our factory, besides the Jialing factory, is the second one allowed to produce this type of small-displacement motorcycle, and we've already registered with the ministry."
"Production starts from the time above."
"Originally, we were supposed to unveil it on October 1st, but unfortunately, we ran into such a rush that the production line wasn't fully laid out, so it was delayed for over a month. The exact date for the first car to roll off the assembly line was November 26th."
“What’s the cost of the whole vehicle?”
"Wan Feng, I really admire you. How did you come up with the idea of outsourcing car parts on such a large scale? I calculated that if we produced the car entirely in-house, the cost would be as high as 19,800 yuan. At the current market price, we would lose 800 yuan per car. Now that we're outsourcing, the cost has been reduced by 1,200 yuan, so we can still make a profit of over 200 yuan when the car leaves the factory."
This was not invented by Wan Feng. He just used Jialing's experience.
The original cost of Jialing's 50 motorcycles was as high as 3,000 yuan. Without these large-scale collaborations to dilute the costs, this car would never have been widely launched in the market and would probably have eventually died out.
Although costs were saved, the profits were not high. The profits from motorcycles produced were even less than those from tractors with the same sales volume.
“How’s the production?”
Xiao Dexiang shook his head: "We have built two crude production lines, and the monthly output is only a little over a thousand vehicles, and no more than 1,200 at most."
Logically speaking, this number is already quite large. Every time one car leaves the factory, it means tens of thousands of cars. It seems that Jialing's original annual output was only 5,000 cars. Later, the Japanese production line was imported, and the output suddenly increased.
This number may seem like a lot, but it is clearly a drop in the bucket when it comes to market response.
Even though the average income per capita in the country is not enough to buy half a car in a year, there will be no leftovers after these cars enter the market, and you won’t even know who bought them.
Wan Feng couldn't explain this phenomenon clearly.
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