Yang Jianguo and his friends received 65,000 yuan, and they would never go back to farming even if they were beaten to death.
"Tomorrow I have to go to the gasoline engine factory to do some work, and then I have to send a batch of equipment back. There won't be any business for the time being, but you can go to the flower market and trade in Clivia."
"Trading Clivia? We don't think we're cut out for it! Our brains can't keep up with the current situation."
"You've been following Zheng Yuexian for a year now, so you should know a bit about Clivia. Go to the flower market and pick out Clivias that are about two years old. If you think the price is right, buy them. Then, add three or two hundred yuan to the price and sell them. That's it."
Yang Jianguo and the other two looked at each other: "Is this okay?"
"Why not? If you go to any street in the flower market and buy a pot of flowers and walk from one end to the other, the price will definitely go up."
This is not Wan Feng's nonsense. When the Clivia was popular, if you bought a pot of Clivia at one end and bought it at the other end, the price would increase several times in the meantime. This is absolutely true.
"You can take three or two thousand yuan to experiment. Just wait for the money to go down the drain. Maybe it will bring you a surprise. I will send this batch of equipment back and maybe I will come back to play with you."
Hearing that Wan Feng had returned, Yang Jianguo and the other two smiled.
"As for big deals, there are some, but you have to wait two years. After two years, I'll take you to the Soviet Union. Do you dare to go?"
"To the Soviet Union?"
Wan Feng's question was beyond the expectations of Yang Jianguo and the other two. How did it involve foreign countries?
Wan Feng didn't explain either. It was impossible to explain now. Although the Soviet Union was about to collapse, it still gave people a very strong impression on the surface. If you tell others now that the Soviet Union is about to end, you will probably be regarded as a lunatic.
After the meal, Yang Jianguo and the other two said goodbye to Wan Feng. Han Meng and Zhao Gang took a taxi to Yang Jianguo to stay overnight. They would go home tomorrow and then go to Changchun to trade in Clivia.
Wan Feng was also preparing to go to bed.
Wan Feng booked a room for five people, tidied up a bit and then lay on the bed to chat.
"I'll give you Zhang Xian's money after we get to Wa, and I'll give you the money after we return to Longjiang, so we don't give it to thieves on the way."
These people had no objection to Wan Feng's plan.
Wan Feng was right. If they carried so much money on them, it would be strange if they were not easy to be thieves.
"Uncle Master! How do you feel about making so much money? You hesitated at first, afraid that I would cheat you. You are judging others by your own standards."
Li Yong didn't say anything and just giggled.
He was almost shocked when Wan Feng promised him 10,000 yuan. Who would have thought that he would get 65,000 yuan in one go? This made him feel like he was living in an illusion.
Among these people, Zhang Xian was probably the only one who was a little indifferent. He had seen so much money before and was no longer surprised.
On the morning of January 7, Wan Feng and his three companions rode a three-wheeled motorcycle to the gasoline engine factory and met Wu Zihua in the factory office.
"The train freight to Dongdan is four thousand."
Wan Feng threw out four thousand yuan and said, "Your shop is acting like I won't pay you. Tell me when the train will ship."
"Hey, as long as the money is in place, we can ship it tomorrow. The train cars to Dongdan are not in short supply, so it will probably arrive at the station in four or five days."
So fast? Doesn't freight transport by train take ten days and a half to a month? How can it arrive in four or five days starting from tomorrow? I can't believe it!
"Are you sure? Can it arrive in four or five days?"
"It won't arrive in four or five days, nor more than five or six days. If it takes five or six days, it won't arrive in seven or eight..."
"Take me to see the production line." It turned out that he was just talking about it roughly. I said it couldn't be that fast.
Wu Zihua personally took Wan Feng to the warehouse.
There were dozens of huge wooden boxes piled up in the warehouse, all tightly packed with the names of the Japanese people written on the outside.
"There are a total of thirty-three wooden boxes here, each representing a section of the production line. The smallest box contains various motorcycle materials, and the rest are all equipment, including two machine tools."
Two more machine tools?
This seems to be a good thing, but the machine tools that can be bought from Japan are not very advanced, and the best ones are not sold to China at all.
It’s not that Japan doesn’t want to sell, it’s that the United States doesn’t allow it to sell.
Wan Feng was stunned when he saw such a huge box. No wonder he spent five million. There were so many things. Could this be a complete vehicle production line? He thought it was just an engine production line.
"Where's the catalogue?"
Wu Zihua called a worker, and soon he brought out a small craft box with exquisite decorations and a password.
"The password is 4636, and the directory is all inside."
Wan Feng opened the small box according to the password, and inside lay a very thick book and a cargo catalog quietly.
"I'll pay a deposit of one million now, and I'll pay the remaining balance after the goods arrive and are counted according to the catalog. Is that safe?"
"That's not good, what if you don't give me money?"
"Haha, you're such a mean person. I'm afraid you'll just ship some junk to me. I want to see the goods loaded onto the train with my own eyes, and then I'll pay two million up front. If you're worried, you can go with me in person."
"What if you harm me then?" Wu Zihua said half-truthfully.
"Are you really capable? How did you become the factory director with your skills? Tell the truth, did you bribe someone?"
"Get lost! That's impossible! We were elected by the workers."
Elected by the workers? I'd be surprised if I believed your big-headed genius.
"That's settled then. Someone from our factory will come to your location to inspect the goods. We've already contacted the train station. I'll send a fleet of vehicles to deliver the goods right away."
The gasoline engine factory had a fleet of more than a dozen vehicles, and it took the convoy two trips back and forth to transport all the boxes to the platform.
The lazy loaders on the platform were ordered around by Wan Feng for 500 yuan and they worked like a windmill, loading all the goods onto the train in just one afternoon.
Only after receiving the delivery note did Wan Feng feel at ease and went to the bank to transfer two million to the gasoline engine factory using a transfer check.
Now I can go home and wait for the goods to arrive with peace of mind.
That night, Wan Feng and his team boarded a train heading south. Two inspectors from the gasoline engine factory also set off with them.
Two of them followed to collect the money.
On the train, Wan Feng began to figure out where to put the boxes when he returned.
One box requires a truck. I wonder if Dongdan Station has so many trucks to carry goods?
It was a considerable expense to transport more than 30 trucks from Dongdan to Wa, and we also had to find a safe place to put them.
Next spring he will have to choose a place to build a factory, and then organize people to start researching and producing motorcycle engines.
It is estimated that it will take two years to complete the research and it should be on the market around 1987. This seems to be one year earlier than Chang Ling in the previous life.
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