Luan Feng rested her hands on the table, rested her chin on her crossed hands, and stared at Wan Feng with her head tilted.
"Just a few cents, and you'll become handsome if you look at it again."
"In my eyes, you are the most handsome man, but you never send me a letter before coming back. You always appear out of the blue." Luan Feng complained.
"Don't you like surprises? My job is to bring you surprises."
"You're the only one with a lot of ideas. How long will you stay this time?"
"It's a long time. This time I'm back, I'll probably stay until school starts in September. I have to build the factory, install and debug the equipment, and also carry out product research and development."
If I remember correctly, Jincheng also introduced a set of AX100 production lines and technologies from Suzuki this year, and their products will not be on the market until around eight or nine years later.
Those damn stupid Japanese did this kind of thing of having one woman marry into two different families a lot in the early days of reform and opening up.
It was necessary to go on the market before Jincheng. The original Changchun Suzuki was listed in 1988, and Wan Feng planned to launch his motorcycle in 1987. In that case, even if Jincheng was listed in 1989, the market at that time would be his.
During this time, he could still be making 70 motorcycles at the same time. By the time the country began to restrict two-stroke motorcycles, he would have made enough profits and accumulated enough technology. At that time, he would have put aside two-stroke motorcycles and switched to four-stroke series motorcycles. Maybe he would have started investing in research on the 90 series.
"Really!" If the previous one was a small surprise, this time it was a real big surprise. Luan Feng's eyebrows almost turned into a bird and flew out.
"Of course it's true. If you have anything to say to me, we can talk about it when we get home tonight. We have plenty of time now, so let's talk about business first."
"What do you want to know?"
"Luo Zhongxing and Yan Ling recruited a few people for me. Didn't my advertising go to waste?"
"It seems like they've recruited quite a few people. I heard Luo Zhongxing and Yan Ling talking about their ranks once. I'm not sure about that, so you'd have to ask Luo Zhongxing and Yan Ling."
Upon hearing that he had recruited people, Wan Feng felt much more at ease. It was good to have people, he was afraid of not having enough.
Everything is easy when there is someone to deal with, but it’s useless when there is no one.
“How much money did the factory construction take from you?”
Luan Feng opened the safe, took out an account book and handed it to Wan Feng: "It's all here. I can't help but take a look at it yourself."
Wan Feng took the account book and opened it. When he saw Luan Feng's big, swaying handwriting that could dance ten miles in the wind, his head immediately became several times bigger.
Except for the Arabic numerals above, he recognized them, but they did not recognize the rest of the parts that were adjacent to the text.
Wan Feng had no choice but to calculate those Arabic numerals.
There were about five or six expenditures recorded in the account book, all of which were between 30,000 and 20,000 yuan, except for the largest expenditure of 50,000 yuan.
There is a signature and fingerprint under each line of numbers.
Wan Feng calculated that he had spent a total of 170,000 yuan so far.
He estimated the investment in the factory to be 300,000 yuan, and judging by the current level of spending, the project is already more than halfway completed.
Wan Feng closed the account book and returned it to Luan Feng.
Seeing that Wan Feng didn't seem to want to ask any more questions, Luan Feng was unhappy: "Why don't you ask about the garment factory?"
Wan Feng was puzzled. "What's going on at the garment factory? Why would I ask you when you're in the factory?"
Luan Feng was furious: "You act like the garment factory is all mine. If you don't want to share the profits, I won't bother asking you."
"Huh? From what you said, the garment factory has made a lot of money in the past few months, so you came to show off to me, your husband."
"Let me tell you that we made a profit of one million in the first quarter."
Wan Feng was shocked: "Robbery? Why are there so many?"
"All this money was earned from those high-end garments. I took on a batch of export work, which was quite profitable. In addition to the finishing workshop, I reorganized a team of the most skilled people to also process these high-end garments."
"Which exit?"
"Stupid Japanese devils."
"Who contacted you?" Exports must be linked to foreign trade. Wan Feng couldn't remember any connection between himself and Hongya Foreign Trade.
"My godmother was the one who pulled the strings and brought some Japanese soldiers with her. They looked at our factory's conditions and were particularly attracted by our sports and leisure series, so they placed an order."
My godmother's circle of friends finally came into play.
"Fuck! The Japanese are coming and you didn't sharpen your knife quickly to kill them."
"Don't even mention it. That damn devil with the devilish eyes refused to give in. I had to work really hard to get an extra fifteen dollars off each set of clothing."
It only cost fifteen yuan, which is too little, but it's okay.
After all, this can be considered as earning foreign exchange for the country.
Nowadays, companies that can generate foreign exchange are favored by the government, and they may be given some preferential policies.
"When the new series comes out, if the Japanese ask for a minimum of 50 yuan for a set, forget it. It would be a waste if they don't rip you off."
"My godmother's foreign trade friend said there might be more American businessmen coming in the next couple of days."
There are also people from the United States, this time we can make more money!
At that time, the exchange rate between the US dollar and the RMB was about one to two. If the current factory price of the product was converted into US dollars, the profit would double.
This is a must.
“What does the ordinary workshop produce now?”
"One class switched to fine products, and the remaining two classes made georgette and flared pants and trousers respectively."
These items are popular clothing that are currently popular or will soon be popular.
"How is your sister doing now?"
I haven't visited Luan Ying's small factory the last few times I came back.
"She also produces these things. I want to build a factory, but I don't know where to choose a site. Come back this time to give me some advice."
"Why would I need a consultant? The little bend in the hill in front of your house is mine. I was thinking of building something there, but now it seems useless. If she thinks it's okay, she can build it there."
Wan Feng had originally asked for that useless mountain bend from Zhang Hai, who was then the captain of the Wahou team. There was an agreement in black and white.
Anyway, his business will be moved to Nandawan in the future, so even if the land in Waihou appreciates in value, it will only be worth one to eight hundred thousand.
"Tell your sister that she can build a factory on that piece of land, but if she uses it for other profitable projects, she has to give me a share of the money." I thought so but couldn't say it out loud.
"Can you do it? You're thinking about this little money?" Luan Feng was dissatisfied.
This silly woman is such a spendthrift. He dared not to sell the land for tens of thousands of dollars now, as it will be worth hundreds of thousands or even millions in the future.
"That piece of land will be worth millions in the future. I have no objection to you giving it to your sister for free."
"Ah! Will it be worth that much in the future? We can't just give it to her for free. We can rent it to her and charge a nominal rent now, but we have to keep the right to use the land."
You see, people say women are romantic, but that doesn’t involve money.
Once money is involved, they immediately become realistic.
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