Wan Feng fell into memories. What is this pressure-sensitive adhesive used for?
He thought about it for a long time but couldn't remember it. He only remembered that this thing was closely related to a product in his life, but he just couldn't remember it when it was right at his fingertips.
If you can’t remember, don’t think about it.
Many things are like this. When you try hard to recall them, you can't remember them even if you rack your brains. But when you don't think about them, they suddenly appear in your mind at some point.
Wan Feng was going to take this approach. He felt that if he asked the clerk about this product that he had not thought of, he would not be able to answer him.
In Wan Feng's subconscious mind, he seemed to have never thought that this product had appeared in the Wahou market.
He intuitively felt that he had never used this product. Since he had never used it, it meant that it was possible that no one had made this product yet.
After asking a few casual questions, Wan Feng and Chen Tianchui walked out of the store and continued to stroll in the market.
This industrial products market now brings together about hundreds of manufacturers from Beiliao Province and surrounding provinces. It is basically a medium-sized industrial machinery and product exhibition.
There is a wide variety of machinery and products on display.
It can be said that if there is any mechanical and chemical equipment that you cannot find in this market, there is probably no hope of finding it even if you travel all over the country, unless you go abroad to look for it.
The two of them walked around and asked around, and when Wan Feng came to a shop specializing in the production of plastic films and saw bundles of BOPP original films, he suddenly remembered the use of pressure-sensitive adhesive.
I naturally thought of that product.
"That's it, Sky Cannon! I've chosen a project for you, but you may not like it."
Chen Tianchui rolled his eyes and asked, "Who is calling me a cannon?"
He looked at the piles of plastic film of various sizes in front of him and said, "You're not going to let me tinker with this, are you?"
"You can't tinker with this even if you want to, because the raw materials are hard to come by and the equipment is expensive. But you can use it to produce another product, and this product will become a household name in the future."
"What?"
Wan Feng pulled Chen Tianchui aside.
"This is something you'll use frequently in your daily life, especially by business owners and manufacturers. It requires little investment and is easy to produce. If you can produce it, you could easily make a hundred or two hundred thousand yuan a year. Once you roll it out, you might even make more."
"What on earth is it? Can you please stop keeping me in suspense?"
"This thing is called tape. People call it transparent tape because it's transparent."
"Transparent tape?" Chen Tianchui looked confused.
Transparent tape was first invented by an American in the late 1920s. It was introduced to Asia in the 1950s and 1960s. Taiwan and Japan were the first to start producing it. It entered China after the reform and opening up. However, it is still in the development stage in China and is rarely seen on the market.
The large-scale use of transparent tape began in the late 1980s, mainly because of its simple operation and low cost, it played a huge role in product packaging.
"The use of transparent tape is easy to explain. For example, I am a manufacturer that uses cardboard boxes to package products. When sealing the boxes, I just use transparent tape to seal the joints, and the packaging is complete."
"Is that the purpose?"
"This is just one of the uses we see most often, and I'm telling you so you can understand that it has many other uses."
Chen Tianchui shook his head: "I don't think there's much money to be made in this, so I don't want to do it."
"You can't imagine the financial potential of this thing. I've already guaranteed you how much money you can make in a year. Don't you believe in my creativity?"
"It's not that I don't believe you, I just feel like this thing is not very useful."
"Haha, airplanes are useful. If you can't build one, what good are they? Throw away your assumptions. Your feelings are worthless. Manufacturing this thing isn't complicated. Just give this BOPP film a corona treatment, then coat it with the pressure-sensitive film we just saw and roll it into a roll."
Seeing Chen Tianchui's hesitation, Wan Feng sighed, "Some businesses can't generate profits unless you try them out. If you don't like this project, go back and ask your father if there's a small part on my motorcycle that you think you can produce, and then you can provide it for me."
Since Chen Tianchui doesn't think highly of it, who should do this business?
A small family workshop with a few people would require an investment of tens of thousands of yuan. They don't need to produce too much. As long as they can supply the Shangwahou Market, the profit this year will be enough to make them a household with a profit of 100,000 yuan.
"I'll ask my dad when I get back."
"It just so happens that I have something to ask your father, let's go together."
The two left the market and came to the small building in the parking lot.
Chen Dao formed a materials team and began to publicize the materials for motorcycle cylinder blocks.
"Uncle Chen, I have something to talk to you about."
"What's the matter? Tell me."
"Yesterday, I got a small instant noodle production line that produces 50,000 packs a day. That output probably isn't enough for anything, so I'd like to replicate a few. I'd like you to send a few technicians over to study the machine without disassembling it, to see if you can figure out the principle and replicate it."
Once instant noodles enter the market, a daily output of 50,000 packs is simply a drop in the bucket and it will be difficult to do anything.
Wan Feng remembers that the annual consumption of instant noodles is calculated to be more than one billion.
If the daily output is 50,000 bags, the annual output will be less than 20 million bags at most, which is only a few tens of percent of the national sales volume.
Even if they make a few cents on each pack of noodles, 20 million packs would only make 1.8 million. How much can six people get?
If we can control all these sales, the profit will be very considerable. Hundreds of millions of bags means tens of millions of profits, which is not bad.
Therefore, it is intolerable to leave such a large market vacant.
If the imitation is successful, Wan Feng plans to imitate ten or eight of them. Not to mention expanding branches across the country, but at least he wants to occupy the entire northern market.
"Instant noodles? What are they for?"
"It's a kind of instant noodles. It can be eaten dry or soaked in boiling water. The first generation of instant noodles can be eaten after pouring boiling water for ten minutes."
Chen Dao blinked for a long time and asked, "How much does a bag of noodles sell for at the market?"
"About fifty cents."
"Alright! How did you figure that out?"
"I didn't come up with this idea. It was invented by a Japanese idiot in the 1950s. It was only just introduced to our country."
"I don't know if this thing is useful to others, but it seems to be very useful to us. We often forget to eat when we're working. If we had noodles like yours, we wouldn't have to worry about it. I'll arrange for a few people to go take a look."
"Dad! Brother Feng just picked a project for me, but I'm not quite sure if it's suitable. Can you please see if it's feasible?"
Seeing that Laozi highly praised Wan Feng's project, Chen Tianchui felt that it would be a smart choice to tell Laozi about the project that Wan Feng had chosen for him.
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