When Guo Wu returned from Bei Liao last year, he brought back a total of fifty pairs of frog-eye glasses.
The frog-eye glasses he brought back were mid-range products that were neither good nor bad, costing three yuan a pair.
Thirty pairs of brown and twenty pairs of green.
After returning, he sold it to every company from Hormoki, the seat of Yanjiang Commune government, to Sanfenchang, at ten yuan a pair.
Although ten yuan was not a large sum of money in 1984, it was definitely not a small amount of money. Only young people who didn't know the consequences would buy a pair of useless sunglasses.
Although Guo Wu did not sell all his glasses on the three-point court, he still managed to shoot the remaining eight or ten pairs successfully when he brought them to school.
Some of the guys in school who usually look down on others put this thing on their noses as soon as school is over.
Of course you can’t wear it at school, it will be confiscated.
These fifty pairs of glasses earned him more than three hundred yuan.
This is much more money than he made selling pants last winter.
Therefore, after selling the goods in his hands, he would pester Wan Feng at the end of the month to ask him when he would go to Beiliao again.
"You can't go by yourself, damn it?"
"Hey, I'm afraid I'll get lost."
"You're a dead person, you can't get lost. I'm leaving in July. Can you wait until then?"
July is still a few months away. How much money will be lost?
"I was a little afraid to leave. If I had, I would have gone a long time ago. Someone even asked me to bring my military cap."
"Carry a military cap? Who would ask you to carry a military cap at this time? It's already spring."
"They said to save it for next winter."
Some people have money but don't buy anything and sit idle for half a year, but there are still people who buy things and sit idle for a year. It's true that with a large population, there are all kinds of people.
"Go ask Wang Dong or Li Xin if they're going."
"Come on, Wang Dong is obsessed with mind photography and is planning to buy a camera soon. He might even set his sights on yours. Li Xin, on the other hand, is obsessed with reading a book on appliance repair and can't even fix a radio."
Just because it can’t be repaired now doesn’t mean it can’t be repaired in the future. At least Wang Dong and Li Xin have this ambition now.
If Wang Dong really wants to buy his camera, Wan Feng can sell it to him for a hundred yuan less.
He Yanfei's ambition is to make clothes every day, but every time she sees Wan Feng, she will reveal an unfathomable smile.
Wan Feng doubted that she knew about the dog fight between him and Zhang Xuan, otherwise why would she always have that mysterious smile on her face?
"Hasn't He Xiao come these days?"
After this guy came back from Bei Liao, he seemed to have disappeared from the face of the earth. I haven't seen him since. Could it be that he defected to the Soviet revisionist side?
A few days ago, a farmer ran along the river to the Soviet Union.
Going to the Soviet Union at this time is like joining the Kuomintang in 1949.
Soviet society is now beginning to show signs of being overwhelmed, and it will split in four or five years.
Anyone who runs over at this time is either a fool or something.
"He's holding a study session at home and came here once every two days."
"Come to see you?"
"Um!"
"Damn it, he's a guy who values women over friends. He only cares about his wife and not his brothers. When he comes again, tell him not to tell anyone else that he knows me."
He Yanfei laughed, then said seriously, "Thank you, Wan Feng. No matter what, we are all happy that the spinning is done."
"Don't mention her, okay? She makes me angry when I see her."
As soon as I mentioned Cao Cao, he appeared and asked, "Who do you get angry at the sight of?"
He Yanfei spoke quickly: "He said he gets angry when he sees you."
"Ah? You heartless thing, explain to me clearly why you get angry when you see me."
"You've ruined my happy life, and you're not allowed to be angry!"
Zhang Xuan's expression changed from playful to serious and then to gloomy: "Wan Feng, I'm sorry!"
"Forget it. I'm an old man and I don't mind being blamed by villains. I'm a prime minister and I'm not afraid of anything. At the end of the month, do you want to take a vacation or continue to stay here and make clothes?"
"We want to stay and work, what about you?" Zhang Xuan was concerned about Wan Feng. She would find it interesting if Wan Feng was just digging the soil there. If he was not here, it would seem boring to just lie on the golden mountain.
"You're all a bunch of money-grubbers. How can I not be here if you're all working here?"
There were a lot of students who wanted to stay for the holiday at the end of the month, but Wan Feng only kept those who lived near the branch field. He couldn't afford to feed so many people from far away places. Of course, if they could solve their own food problems, they could stay and work.
There is a 31st in March, so the school holiday is scheduled for the 29th.
So, on the 20th, Wan Feng paid the wages to the workers.
Strictly speaking, we only worked for half a month this month. Fortunately, the interns in the senior year were all experienced, and pants saved time, so the output this month was still considerable, about eight or nine thousand pairs of pants.
The labor cost of making pants is low, but the output is there, so a person can earn at least 1.5 or 1.6 yuan a day, which is more than 20 yuan in half a month.
After paying the employees' salaries, Wan Feng and Zhang Xuan hid in the office to settle their own accounts.
"Let's say our profit this month is 9,000 yuan. I'll give you 800 yuan, and the rest will be deducted from my initial investment. Brothers should be clear about accounts. This is how I calculate my current garment factory with Luan Feng. Ding is Ding, Mao is Mao. Also, this is just my initial investment. The sewing machine Luan Feng gave me this time doesn't include the cost. Second-hand ones also have to be calculated."
Zhang Xuan had no objection to this, but her attention was obviously not in this area.
"Wan Feng, shouldn't we also have a brand for our clothes? Sister Feng has them all, but I don't have any."
"Sure, come up with a brand you think is good, then go to the dormitory and find someone who can embroider to make the trademark."
"You and Sister Feng's name is Fengfeng, how about we call ours Fengxuan?"
"Fengxuan?"
"No, no, calling it Fengxuan doesn't sound right. It's better to call it Xuanfeng. Just call it Xuanfeng!"
Fuck you, you immortal boss, you're called Tornado? You're going to heaven.
Why does Zhang Xuan want to compete with Luan Feng in everything now?
"Zhang Xuan, you shouldn't compare yourself to Luan Feng in everything, okay?"
"What's wrong with me, Bibi? I deserve to die for being the younger one!" Zhang Xuan muttered with a pout.
Be small?
Wan Feng was speechless. How did this bring up the topic of being a mistress again? What was this woman thinking about all day long?
"What are you talking about? What do you mean by small?"
"When you get married in the future, Sister Feng's name will definitely be on the marriage certificate. I won't be included. If I'm not the younger one, what am I?"
"Who told you that?"
“My mom!”
Wan Feng fell flat on the table with a thud, and his nose unfortunately made an intimate kiss with the table. His nose felt as if it had fallen into a jar of sauerkraut, and his tears came down.
How could Zhang Xuan have such a mother?
Seeing Wan Feng crying, Zhang Xuan was so scared that he ran over quickly.
"What's wrong with you? Why are you crying again?"
Wan Feng covered his nose and said, "Am I crying? Isn't my nose sore from hitting it on the table? It's all your mother's fault!"
"What does it have to do with my mother if you hit your nose on the table?"
"If you hadn't done that just now, would I have knocked my head on the table? What the hell is that?"
Does this have anything to do with my mom?
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