After Wan Feng let the two guys into the house, he walked towards the brick factory.
We need to discuss the cooperation with Qianyao Tile Factory with Zhang Hai. This is a big deal.
How come Zhang Hai is now the head of the Wahou team, with an official position equivalent to the chairman of a group?
It's not clear that there will be a contradiction.
Zhang Hai, the money-obsessed guy, would probably object again. He would feel very sad to see his money being taken away by others.
Wan Feng's guess was absolutely correct. When Wan Feng told Zhang Hai the whole story, especially after he received the tiles from the front kiln, Zhang Hai looked heartbroken.
Seeing Zhang Hai's grief-stricken expression, Wan Feng boldly predicted that even if he knew who had stolen his wife, he would not be so heartbroken.
But when he heard that they could make a profit of two cents on each tile, the grief that Wan Feng thought would be remembered for ten thousand years was miraculously healed in a second.
Zhang Hai scratched his head. "Is this really how business works? We didn't even make a single tile, and we're making a profit of two cents? What kind of thing is this?"
In the folk, this behavior is called "skinning", which means that a layer of profit is stripped off after the goods pass through hands.
It is not surprising that such things are happening all over the streets after n years, but Zhang Hai has never experienced this before and is naturally confused.
Zhang Hai thought for a while and suddenly asked Wan Feng a question: "If we have dozens of businesses like this, can we just lie down and make money?"
Wan Feng quickly grabbed his arm and shook him: "Wake up! Wake up! It's daylight now. Stop dreaming and get up."
Things like this were rare in the 1980s. There weren't so many good things that could happen.
The red bricks in the second kiln of the brick factory have been produced, and the site that was almost empty is now packed full again.
Zhang Hai introduced the situation of the red bricks coming out of the second kiln.
The red bricks produced this time were slightly better in quality than those from the first kiln, mainly because the loss and inferior products were significantly reduced, and the number of Wang Ans was reduced by about 500 pieces.
It's an improvement, though better than nothing.
While the people were installing the kiln, six or seven outsiders were expanding the kiln. They seemed to be from the Waqian team.
Zhang Hai finally started hiring people from other places and no longer adhered to the principle that money should not be made by outsiders. This is progress, progress in concept.
Zhang Hai's plan is to expand the original six-hole brick kiln to twelve holes, and construction is now underway.
Once the expansion is completed, the number of bricks in a kiln will double from 60,000 to 120,000, and the annual output will exceed one million, which can almost meet the market demand.
A large shed has been built for tile production, and the shed is filled with cement tiles that are in their curing period. Those tiles that have reached their curing period are continuously pulled out of the brick and tile factory.
All the molds made by Xiao Dexiang have been delivered, but because the workshop has not been expanded, this last batch of molds are piled under the eaves and have not yet been put to use.
The people in charge of the workshop expansion were a few people behind the mountain, and Wan Feng had a vague impression of them.
Wan Feng stayed in the brick factory for a while and found that he was the only superfluous person there. Everyone else was busy, but he was the only one leisurely.
As leisurely as a northern wolf.
Rather than seeming out of place here, it would be better to disappear quickly.
He staggered back to Luan Feng's house. He wanted to see if Jiang Min had adapted to the situation after such a long time.
How come they are girls who grew up in the city and may not be used to rural life?
Wan Feng was very worried that the timid Jiang Min would cry and ask to go home, which would be really annoying.
Luan Feng is currently negotiating business with some young men from other teams, some of whom are doing patch work and some are doing clothes stitching work.
Jiang Min had already started working, and the sewing machine she brought was placed side by side with Luan Feng's sewing machine.
She is choosing cloth for cutting.
The cloths that Wan Feng bought had to be screened before use. Although most of them were defective, a considerable proportion of them were flawless.
For example, a piece of fabric that is dyed and has decolorized has some parts that are decolorized but also some parts that are not.
Those cloths that have not come off the pattern are good cloths. Selecting them and using them separately can maximize the benefits.
There are also those damaged cloths, some of which have damaged parts and some have undamaged parts.
The damaged ones are screened out for other uses, and those that are not damaged are qualified cloths.
Only then did Wan Feng realize that Jiang Min was very skillful. She quickly cut a piece of cloth into the size she needed, and then cut out a pair of pants in a very short time.
The use of cloth is very reasonable, with almost no extra waste.
In this regard, the clumsy Luan Feng is not as good as her.
"Hey! Come here!"
As soon as he thought of Luan Feng, Luan Feng waved at him.
This is really a telepathic connection.
Luan Feng took a cloth bundle.
Wan Feng had a bad feeling: "I have something else to do. I need to go do something."
"Nothing can happen." Luan Feng glared.
"Oh, my stomach hurts. I need to go to number one."
"Don't go!"
Several girls who didn't know which team they were from looked at Wan Feng and smiled.
This woman deserves a spanking. She must be spanked for not giving a man face in front of others.
Should we fight tonight or tomorrow night?
Then she thought, what the hell? Jiang Min is living in her house now, and she probably won’t even have time to date him in the future.
Wan Feng was unhappy: "You are being racist."
"I don't care whether it's from Sith or Nance. Just give these things to my master and ask her to help make them."
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