"Master Qi, I heard from your family, Xingcheng, that you used to be the workshop director of the carburetor workshop at the gasoline engine factory?"
"Yes, I've been working there for decades, ever since the gasoline engine factory was built."
"So you're quite knowledgeable about carburetors?"
Qi Lan smiled: "What accomplishments do I have? I've been making carburetors all my life, so I do know a little bit about them."
"Have you ever studied the carburetor on a motorcycle?"
"Motorcycle?" Qi Lan shook his head. They only produced carburetors for automobile gasoline engines and had never tinkered with those for motorcycles.
"Actually, the principles are pretty much the same. Master Qi, do you have any plans to research motorcycle carburetors?"
The gasoline engine factory is a supporting factory for FAW. It has produced dozens of carburetors for FAW and is probably the best in the domestic carburetor industry.
Qi Lan planned to trick Qi Lan into studying the carburetor of motorcycles. Today's motorcycles are still far from the era of electronic fuel injection, and carburetors are still the mainstream.
"Although the principles are the same, the structures are very different. I'm old now, and even if I have the will, I don't have the strength."
It seems that Qi Lan is ready to spend his old age in peace.
Wan Feng did not go further into the topic, but instead shifted the conversation to the gasoline engine factory.
After the topic shifted to the gasoline engine factory, Wan Feng talked to Qi Lan for more than an hour in a roundabout way.
Finally, some things about the gasoline engine factory have been almost done.
The final topic returned to Clivia.
There are really some excellent Clivias among the ones cultivated by Qi Lan.
"Master Qi, do you plan to sell these flowers in a few days?"
"Which pot do you mean?"
Wan Feng pointed to a pot of clovers with sixteen or seventeen leaves and seven or eight garlic-like buds.
"You want to buy it?"
"If you're interested in selling it, how about keeping this pot of flower face for me and I'll give you six thousand?"
Qi Lan was surprised: "Six thousand?"
"Too little?"
"No, it's too much, right? Although Clivia is valuable, it's not worth this much, right?"
That's before the market goes crazy. If the market goes crazy, any slightly better variety of orchid, as long as it's in good condition, will be priced about the same.
"It's settled then. I'll come get the flower when the time comes."
"Young man, you grow flowers yourself, why did you buy it? If you want to admire it, can I teach you how to grow it slowly?"
Wan Feng intended to give this pot of flowers as a gift; he didn't have the time to cultivate it for fun.
When Clivia was at its most popular, people in Changchun City used it to exchange for home appliances and cars, and some people used it as gifts.
However, Wan Feng did not mention the gift, he only said it was a collection.
Now I have found out that the gasoline engine factory is also located in Luyuan District, just two streets away from Qi Lan's home.
This is much easier.
The current factory director of gasoline engines is Wu Zihua.
Wan Feng plans to find a way to get to know Wu Zihua in the next two days.
After knowing the information he wanted, Wan Feng said goodbye to Qi Lan.
When they returned to Sanchahe, Yang Jianguo, Han Meng and Zhao Gang had already returned from indoors and bought seven new double-barreled shotguns.
A hunting rifle cost more than 200 yuan, seven guns cost more than 1,700 yuan, and the remaining money was used to buy gunpowder, bullets, gun sand, etc.
In front of Tengfei's house is a large wild pond. On the other side of the pond is a piece of land with no houses.
In fact, cleaning up this pond and using it to raise fish would definitely be a way to get rich, but unfortunately the people here have not discovered this business opportunity yet.
Wan Feng picked up a calibrated gun, loaded it with bullets, walked to the edge of the pond, and fired a shot into the pond.
The gunshot was so loud that it echoed over the pond, and the echo traveled far away.
"From now on, no matter whether it is morning, noon or evening, just shoot a few shots at this pond when you have nothing to do." Wan Feng said to Yang Jianguo and others.
"Where are you going to hit?" Li Mingdou asked stupidly.
"Fishing in the air, fishing in the water, it's loud, right? If you can catch a fish, it's extra money."
Shooting fish with a gun is like butchering a pig by cutting off its ears.
How could Li Mingdou be so stupid? It would be a crime if you don't find a Russian woman in the future.
"Why do you need to listen to the sound?"
"Are you planning on shooting someone? I'm telling you, even if someone comes to steal our seedlings, you can't shoot them. Just fire it into the air to scare them off."
Listening for the noise tells people nearby that we have guns, and lots of them.
"What if I can't scare him?" Li Mingdou was competing with Wan Feng today and he would not give up until he got to the bottom of the matter.
This is also a problem. If the criminals are greedy, it is possible that they cannot be scared away.
"You can kick your legs." Yang Jianguo interrupted at this time.
"We can use chicken grit to reduce the amount of gun grit. We can just hit the opponent's legs and immobilize them."
Chicken grit is the smallest and lightest type of hunting rifle grit, about the size of a millet grain, while the largest pig grit is the size of a soybean.
When hunting, the bullets in the hunting rifle are usually composed of several types of gun sand, which are used for hunting large animals and small animals respectively.
But even if chicken gizzard hits a person's leg, the leg will be crippled.
"That way we can minimize the amount of gunfire. Our main goal is to scare people. We shouldn't shoot at people if we can avoid it. If someone dies, it will be a big problem."
It is better to give up the money than to cause a death. Of course, if you encounter a desperate criminal, it is not excessive to break his legs.
The use of guns was decided in this way. From that day on, Yang Jianguo and his men would run to the pond and fire guns into the sky whenever they had nothing to do, no matter in the morning, noon or evening. The sound of seven guns firing at the same time was very shocking.
In just a few days, people in several villages around Sancha River knew that the greenhouse owner who grew flowers in Sancha River had seven or eight hunting rifles.
The children of Sancha River had some fun this time, so they gathered here and waited for the gunshots.
Compared with the income generated by these Clivia, the money spent on ammunition for shooting is nothing in Wan Feng's eyes, not even a drop in the bucket.
He just wanted to let those with bad intentions know that they had seven or eight guns, and the people who used the guns were former soldiers.
If you want to take over his flower shed, you'd better be more cautious.
In addition to selling flowers for his father, Qi Xingcheng has also accepted a task from Wan Feng, which is to go back to the factory more often when he is free, mainly to find out whether the gasoline engine has been processed on the motorcycle production line.
At the same time, he collected some information about the factory director Wu Zihua.
Wan Feng was a little surprised when he saw the information about Wu Zihua collected by Qi Xingcheng.
I didn't expect that Wu Zihua, a guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes, would have problems with his work style.
He has an ambiguous relationship with a female worker in their factory.
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