After packing up the money and locking the door, Wan Feng went home, quickly ate his meal, and then rode out on his motorcycle.
First, he went to Yang Qillang's home to find Yang Qillang's mother to do something, and then rode a motorcycle to the county town.
No one knows what Wan Feng is going to do.
It was already past three in the afternoon when Wan Feng returned from the county town. He was stopped at the gate of the machinery factory and taken into the factory.
As he walked into the gate of the machinery factory, Wan Feng saw a three-wheeled vehicle without a cab parked in the yard in front of the assembly workshop, surrounded by a group of people.
This three-wheeled vehicle has no cab and no carriage, and it looks as ugly as a skeleton.
"Xiao Wan, can you take a look at this thing?" Xiao Dexiang waved at Wan Feng from a distance.
More than half a month has passed since Wan Feng last proposed making a tricycle.
Wan Feng thought that it would take Xiao Dexiang and his team at least a month to make the sheep cart, but he didn't expect that they had already made it now.
This enthusiasm is so fucking overwhelming!
Wan Feng came to the tricycle and walked around it.
To be honest, the current appearance of this tricycle has nothing in common with the concept drawing drawn by Wan Feng. It is very skinny.
However, if the cab and carriage are installed, the appearance will be similar.
Wan Feng was mainly interested in the shock absorber on the front fork. He told the factory's purchasing staff his requirements and asked them to go out and see if they could purchase it. Unexpectedly, these guys actually purchased it.
In the middle of the shock absorber is a hydraulic shock absorber flag, and there is a set of thicker shock absorber springs in the front and rear, which is exactly the same as the one drawn by Wan Feng.
"Where did you get this shock absorber?"
"The buyer said there was a hydraulic equipment factory in Liaoyuan that seemed to make matching parts for some machinery. Our buyer went to talk to them, and to our surprise, they actually made it for us based on the design."
No wonder it is exactly the same as Wan Feng’s design. I didn’t expect this factory to be so interesting. Are they so bored now?
Otherwise, how would they have the time to talk about this?
Someone started the engine and Wan Feng drove it around.
Wan Feng drove all the way from the machinery factory to the Xiaoshutun River, then turned around and ran back.
The front end is a bit shaky and shifting gears is a bit difficult, but apart from these two shortcomings, I didn't find any other problems.
After returning to the machinery factory, Wan Feng told Xiao Dexiang about the problems he had discovered.
Xiao Dexiang also went for a drive and came back with a frown on his face. "The difficulty in shifting gears might be due to an improperly designed gear lever. That's not a big deal, but what's with the steering wheel shaking? Why does this happen?"
The biggest reason for the head shaking is the imbalance in the body design, which causes the entire vehicle to deviate. Apart from this, Wan Feng cannot explain the reason.
This possibility should not exist. After all, this model was plagiarized by Wanfeng, so there is no possibility of design imbalance.
Then the remaining possibility is that the large frame was not manufactured to specifications and did not meet the technical parameter requirements.
After listening to Wan Feng's opinion, Xiao Dexiang nodded and said, "That's also possible. We'll know once we make another one strictly according to the design."
This should be something that Xiao Dexiang has to worry about.
Wan Feng believes that he can change for the better.
Originally, Xiao Dexiang was just a machinist at Gushan Machinery Factory, but after arriving in Wa, he actually became a mechanic in just one and a half years.
Therefore, it is very reasonable to say that human potential is infinite.
There are five people in Wan Feng's small workshop now. Two of them are injection-molding various shells for him, and the other three are assembling tape recorders and radios for him. One of these three assemblers is Wan Feng's uncle, and the other two are from the nearby production team. Wan Feng picked two smarter ones to stay with him.
Wan Feng's uncle and his family moved back to Wa and settled here last month.
My uncle has a daughter and a son, but they are not very old now. The daughter is ten years old and the son still wears open-crotch pants.
Wan Feng had the impression that Zhu Yong was an honest man who only cared about working hard. Wan Feng felt more at ease with such a person, so he kept him with him, planning to let him help manage this small electronics factory when he returned to Longjiang in the future.
Their salary is 30 yuan a month, not including food and accommodation.
As the manager of this small workshop, Wan Feng promised to give Zhu Yong a certain management award during the Chinese New Year.
Assembling a tape recorder is not difficult. You just need to install the parts on the casing according to their positions, and then solder some wires.
These three people can assemble about forty to fifty machines a day, which can barely meet the market demand now. Wan Feng believes that these products will not be able to meet the market demand in a while.
The weather was a bit gloomy on May 2nd.
As usual, Wan Feng took a tour of the market and once again came to Huaer and their house.
"Sister Huaer, how much sales did you make yesterday?"
"Didn't you say our products were too old? We sold over a thousand pairs of socks yesterday."
Wan Feng curled his lips and said, "You're showing off after only selling over a thousand pairs. I thought you sold over ten thousand pairs!"
"More than a thousand pairs is still not enough!"
"More than a thousand pairs!"
"I think more than a thousand pairs is not a small number."
"I don't think more than a thousand pairs are too many."
“I think it’s great!”
"I don't think it's that good!"
Sister Xia was laughing so hard that her waist was bent. She finally understood why Hua'er disliked her adopted brother. These two guys were the same, both good at arguing.
"Are the people who come to your place more retail or wholesale?"
Hua'er blinked for a long time. "It must be wholesale. Some people buy hundreds of pairs."
There are hundreds of pairs of goods picked up, but only a little over a thousand pairs are sold in a day. Is that considered a lot?
"Selling over a thousand pairs on the first day is acceptable, but it's really not much. We should sell at least 3,000 pairs to be considered a pass."
Wan Feng turned around and came to Jia Chunyan's house again.
"Sister Jia, did you go back and ask yesterday?"
"Why are you so anxious when your butt is on fire?"
"Why aren't you in a hurry? Are you going to wait ten or eight days to give me an answer for such a small matter? Are you okay with that?"
"Director Liu wants to ask you how much processing fee you can give."
"The processing fee for clothes is 35 cents, and for coats and quilted jackets it's 45 cents. Go back and ask Director Liu if it's okay. We'll provide the patterns and you'll be responsible for the processing."
"Okay, I'll tell you when I get back."
"If you have nothing better to do, go take a look at the clothes sold in Room One. We make them. Look at the styles of our clothes, and then look at the ones you make. What kind of clothes are they?"
Wan Feng doesn't care at all that the bedding factories also make clothes according to their style. Even if the bedding factories also make clothes according to their style, they can't fill up this market now because more and more people are buying clothes.
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