Through talks with the Nanwan Working Group, the Chengdu Municipal Committee fully understood the ideas of the Nanwan Group.
According to Wan Feng's plan, the Chengdu working group can go see the pandas and eat hot pot. All they have to do is wait for news.
Chengdu is waiting for news, and the contract with Tianjin Auto has been signed under the notarization of lawyers from both parties.
After the contract was signed, Tianjin Auto took the 1.3L small car they designed back to Nanwan from Dashituo, so that the people of Nanwan could see where the problem was.
This 1.3L small car still uses the Toyota 8A engine of the Xiali model.
This engine seemed quite advanced at the time, but in the eyes of people in South Bay, the technology was mediocre and had no special features. Perhaps its only feature was that it was durable.
Wan Feng remembered that Tianjin Auto released a car called N5 around 2010, which was ten years in advance.
After integration by Nanwan micro-car R&D personnel, the engine and chassis still use the original Tianjin Auto technology, but the gearbox uses an improved five-speed gearbox from Nanwan.
In less than a month, Nanwan returned the design drawings to Tianjin Auto, and Tianjin Auto began to build a prototype car.
People's aesthetic views are very strange, and there is no unified standard at all.
As long as you dare to produce a product, you can be sure that there will be people who dare to buy it. The only difference is the size of the sales volume.
After more than 20 days of running-in, Mr. Wan from the family of Mr. Wan has become an experienced driver. He can already skillfully drive his toy car around in the Wan family compound.
Fortunately, there were no other furry animals in the Wan family's yard except a small dog, which resulted in no bloody traffic accidents.
The originally small and cute little dog that looked like a husky had its IQ increase rapidly after Mr. Wan learned to drive.
It has to go up! Mr. Wan seems to be blind when driving, and he drives up when he sees it.
After experiencing the feeling of being hit by Mr. Wan's luxury car several times, Xiao Gou wisely chose the strategy of avoiding the opponent if he couldn't afford to provoke them.
As soon as it saw Master Wan driving out, it reacted very quickly and went into its doghouse.
It knew that Mr. Wan's car could not enter its doghouse, so it would only run out and wag its tail when Mr. Wan was not driving.
There is a saying by a great man that there is a vast world and much to be done.
Wan Chongyang wandered around the yard for more than twenty days and felt that the space was too small and was no longer enough to display his determination to achieve great things.
So, when his father and his biological mother and step-mother were not at home, he used his tricks of crying, making a fuss and rolling on the ground to force his grandmother to let him go out and realize his ambitions.
As soon as this guy walked out of the door, he flew away like a bird in the sky. Zhu Min couldn't catch him and could only watch his grandson drive away in a leisurely manner.
Wan Chongyang, wearing a cotton jacket and gloves, drove his BMW down the mountain and immediately became the focus of attention of the children in Xiaoshutun.
When the children saw Wan Chongyang's luxury car, they were extremely envious. After watching it together for three minutes, they dispersed and went home to get their cars.
Only one little girl did not leave. Although her nose was running, she still lingered with Wan Chongyang with a shy look on her face.
The young master of the Wan family was also very straightforward and said that if the other party accepted him as his wife, he would take her for a ride.
After all, the car was only one meter long, and the remaining space of about one foot at the back was designed as a small seat. The little girl sat on the back seat and hugged Mr. Wan's waist.
This made someone who hurried back after receiving a call from his mother very angry.
Who taught you to find a wife at such a young age?
Wouldn’t this make the Playboy glare in the future?
You are now squandering the family fortune I built. How can this be tolerated?
Like father, like son. Wan Chongyang didn't learn much else, but he seemed to have inherited Lao Tzu's true ability to read people's expressions.
As soon as he saw my face sticking out of the car window, which looked like Bao Gong, he turned the car around and drove back, not even wanting his wife anymore.
He knew very well that he couldn't escape being beaten.
At home, his grandparents never beat him, and his stepmother never beat him. Only his father and biological mother beat him.
Fortunately, he is still young. In three years, he will probably have to consider whether he is his biological mother or father.
The mother called to say that her son had run away in his car.
Wan Feng got scared when he heard this and hurried back.
The avenue below is usually busy with traffic, so he is not worried about his son being hit by a car or anything. The speed limit on Xiaoshutun and Wankou Street is 20 kilometers, so accidents usually don't happen.
He was worried that his son would park his car across the middle of the avenue and cause traffic congestion.
Wan Feng was ready to teach this rebellious son a lesson. He hadn't been beaten for three days and it seemed like he hadn't been beaten for half a month. This was not just climbing up the roof and making trouble, he could even cause a big fuss in the Heavenly Palace.
Mr. Wan also thought that he could not escape the beating, so when he got home, he hid behind his grandmother and hugged her thighs tightly, and then complained that his father was going to beat him.
"Let your dad beat you hard and let you run out smiling. I won't protect you this time."
Zhu Min said this, but she instinctively protected her grandson.
Wan Yu came over to join in the fun: "Beat him!"
Wan Chongyang's luck was extremely good. When someone was angrily preparing to let his son know whether a trumpet was made of copper or a pot was made of iron, several neighbors came over.
"Boss Wan! My son said your son drives a car. My son is so obsessed with buying one. I want to see what it is."
"My son is the same. He said Wan Chongyang drives a car and he wants one too. This little bastard, can our family compare to Boss Wan?"
"Ah! You are my son after all, so it's reasonable for you to ask for a car, but why is my daughter asking for a car too? Is there any female driver here?"
You can tell he's a farmer when he says this. There are plenty of female drivers in the city.
Although he teaches his son in public and his wife behind her back, Wan Feng felt embarrassed to beat the child when seven or eight neighbors came. Wouldn't that be like driving the neighbors away?
The parents gathered around the mini car.
"No wonder my little bastard wanted a car. It's really pretty and fun."
"After all, he's a car maker. Building a car for a child is so cool."
"Oh my! It's cold even in winter with the top down!"
"Boss Wan! Does this car run on gasoline? How much does it cost?"
Wan Feng explained to the neighbors.
Wan Feng seemed to remember that Yimeng had mentioned the cost of this car when he submitted the bill. The cost of the battery, motor, electronic control, casing, tires, etc. seemed to be 800 yuan.
If this car is put on the market, it will sell for at least 1,500 to 2,000 yuan, but for its neighbor Wanfeng, it can only be said to be around 1,000 yuan.
"I want one."
"I want one too."
After a flurry of discussion, Wan Feng actually received an order for eight small cars, which made him laugh and cry.
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