Wan Shuiquan blinked in disbelief. "You can't make a dollar from that little mirror, and you make 350,000 a year? How much do you sell it for? And who do you sell it to?"
Wan Shuiming began to explain, "My factory produces small mirrors for motorcycles, tricycles, four-wheelers, and agricultural vehicles. The net profit I can make from a pair of reflectors is one yuan and twenty cents. The entire Jiangwei Village Wahou Machinery Factory produces Jiangwei 70 motorcycles, three-wheelers, and three-wheelers. The combined annual output is about 200,000 units, which is 200,000 pairs. I can make 240,000 to 250,000 yuan. Add to that the Nanwan AX100 motorcycles and agricultural vehicles produced by my nephew's factory, which also produced more than 100,000 last year. I made another 100,000 yuan, so you see, that's more than 300,000 yuan."
Wan Shuiquan calculated in his mind that the total amount was 350,000 or 360,000.
"My nephew's factory will increase its motorcycle production this year. It only reached 200,000 units at the end of last year, so this year, his factory will produce at least 200,000 motorcycles alone. By May Day, they'll add another 200,000-unit production line, bringing the total to 400,000 units. There's a chance it could reach 600,000 units by the end of the year. Add to that the production of around 30,000 agricultural vehicles, and I'll make even more this year than next year. A conservative estimate is more than 500,000."
"Five hundred thousand!"
Wan Shuiquan and Wan Chunrong exclaimed.
"Surprised? Do you think I'm making a fortune? But there are hundreds of people like me in this bay, and we're just making a small fortune. Compared to our nephew, the money I make is like a small river compared to the ocean. Ask your nephew how much he makes a year?"
Wan Shuiquan turned to Wan Feng.
"Uncle! How much money you make is just a number. Go back and talk to my eldest brother. Come down! I'll also build a small factory for you. Making three or four hundred thousand a year is pretty good, isn't it?"
Wan Feng did not mention his income, he couldn't mention it.
To be honest, I'm afraid of scaring them, so I'd better avoid the topic.
Wan Shuiquan's strong belief was a little shaken. He used to think that he and his father could live a good life with 5,000 to 7,000 yuan a year. But he didn't expect that people here said that money was no longer measured in thousands, but tens of thousands was used as the statistical unit.
"I'll go back and discuss this with my family."
Wan Feng turned to Wan Chunrong and said, "Aunt! Your family is from the city, so you may not be willing to move to the countryside. Go home and talk to my uncle and my cousins. If you want to come down, then go ahead. If you really don't want to, then find a job in Qiqihar. If that doesn't work, I can find you some agency work, and you can earn hundreds of thousands."
To be honest, Wan Chunrong had no such idea at all about coming to the countryside, but it was still advisable to do something in Qiqihar.
Originally, the eldest son also wanted to do some business, but because he didn’t understand the market, he didn’t know what to do.
My youngest son hasn't found a job yet, so maybe he'll have to come down and do business.
"Can't we get an agent in Arong Banner?"
"There are too few people in your area, and there's really no potential for development. Go back and talk to my eldest brother and the others. If you really don't want to stay here, you'll have no choice but to start a business."
At this time, the old aunt had prepared the meal and took the table to start eating.
After dinner, Wan Feng sat for a while before getting up, saying goodbye to his father and returning home.
Originally, Wan Feng was planning to do some work at home the next day, such as putting up Spring Festival couplets or setting up a whip pole, but Zheng Song came early in the morning.
"Hey! Why are you still here? Aren't you going home?"
This year's Spring Festival is celebrated by Xiaojin. There is no 30th day of the twelfth lunar month, so the 29th day is equivalent to New Year's Eve. Why is this guy still showing off his power?
"My house is being renovated today, how can I leave? Come with me and take a look."
"What's so good about this? It's just fine!"
"I finally bought a house, how can it be just ok? It absolutely cannot be bad." This must be what Zang Yunli meant.
Even Zheng Song, who is a bit careless in nature, would care about these things.
Wan Feng really wanted to kick him out of the sky. Don’t you think this is annoying? I won’t do any work.
"My dad is here too."
Upon hearing that his uncle was also coming, Wan Feng put away his Foshan Shadowless Kick. He could no longer refuse, so he had to follow Zheng Song to Dongshan.
In the communication room at the entrance of Dongshan Community, Zheng Yongjiu was chatting with the person on duty in the communication room, and Zang Yunli was accompanying him.
Zheng Yongjiu asked how many households were living in the community now and what they did.
Finally, Wan Feng and Zheng Song arrived.
"Uncle! You're here, Happy New Year!"
Zheng Yongjiu laughed: "You're such a smooth talker."
"Dad! Let's go up!"
Zheng Song and Zang Yunli wanted to help Zheng Yongjiu walk, but Zheng Song's hand was shaken away, but Zang Yunli's hand was not shaken away.
From this we can see that Zang Yunli is a very important daughter-in-law in Zheng Yongjiu's eyes.
The four of them came to the building where Zheng Song was and went upstairs into Zheng Song's house.
Wang He was still here and greeted Wan Feng and Zheng Song, father and son, as well as Zang Yunli.
Strictly speaking, the house was renovated yesterday afternoon, but there were still some minor problems. Wang He solved these problems early this morning and then allowed Zheng Song to come for inspection.
The overall decoration style of the house is roughly similar to that of Gu Hongzhong's house, with some modifications in some areas, and the big bed is the same as the one in Chen Dao's house.
Zang Yunli accompanied Zheng Yongjiu around the house, asking questions like "how are you doing" from time to time.
Zheng Yongjiu was also surprised by the novel decoration style and nodded repeatedly in agreement.
He was there to watch the fun, while Wan Feng was there to watch the quality.
Are the joints of the floor flat, are the paint even, are the tiles smooth?
After touring all the rooms, Wan Feng nodded: "Excellent! The workmanship is excellent."
Wang He was overjoyed when he heard this: "Then I'll go home. I haven't done any housework at all."
After saying that, he didn't care about Zheng Song's opinion and ran away.
Since Wan Feng has spoken, Zheng Song’s opinion can be ignored.
"Dad! Yunli and I will move in after the New Year. It will be more convenient for us to work here. Is that okay with you?"
Zheng Yongjiu blinked for a long time: "It's not good for you to live together without even getting a marriage certificate."
Zheng Yongjiu did not express any objection. His son and daughter-in-law acted as agents for their nephew's learning machine and earned more than 200,000 yuan in less than a month. What other objection could he have? However, he still had to point out some precautions.
"Dad! That's no longer fashionable when you were young."
"That won't do. In rural areas, this kind of thing is considered unacceptable. But if someone does something bad, it can be a serious matter. How about you wait for ten thousand years to tear up the certificate first, and then Yunli can go home and ask your family for their opinion on holding a ceremony on May Day?"
Zheng Yongjiu’s idea couldn’t be said to be wrong. They could get a marriage certificate first. With the certificate, they would be a legal couple, and then they could hold a ceremony later.
But this kind of thing was not something Wan Feng should get involved in. He hurriedly said hello to Zheng Yongjiu and went home. He still had a lot of work to do.
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