When Wan Feng returned to his shop, he was shocked to find it packed with people and noisy.
Is this going to be a panic buy?
The counter in Wanfeng store is an iron shelf made of welded angle iron and inlaid with glass bricks. There are various audio tapes in the counter and tape recorders on the shelf against the wall.
The counter was crowded with people, many of whom were waving banknotes.
There were three people selling goods in Wanfeng's shop. One of them was Xu Ying, who had given up studying and was now wandering around the mountains at home, doing divination. A few days ago, Wanfeng spotted her wandering around the market and brought her here to sell goods for him. She was paid twenty yuan a month. The other girl was a distant relative of the old accountant, only fifteen years old. She seemed a little early to be working in a factory, but she was forced to work for Wanfeng.
There is also someone in charge here, Luan Feng's mother.
Of course, a reliable person is needed to manage the money. Luan Feng's mother wouldn't embezzle her future son-in-law's money, right?
At this time, the three people at the counter were a little flustered. They had never seen such a scene before and looked confused.
Wan Feng walked over to the counter and shouted, "Everyone, don't push or make any noise. Come one by one. There's plenty of goods!"
The room became much quieter after this shout.
"Come on, big brother, what do you want?"
"I want to buy cassette tapes. I want ten cassette tapes."
Wan Feng received a customer who came to buy audio tapes.
Wan Feng didn't see that he had a tape recorder in his hand, maybe he had one at home.
Most of the tapes in 1982 were songs by Zhang Di, Liu Wenjing, and Teresa Teng. The tapes were all in TDK format and not in stereo.
Although the covers on the counter are of various types, most of them belong to these people.
All these tapes were brought by Fang Hongqiu from Guangzhou, and the printing on the covers was crudely made and unclear.
It was neither genuine nor pirated, because there was no such thing as piracy at that time.
If you can buy tapes, of course you have a tape recorder. There is no point in buying tapes without a tape recorder.
Wan Feng picked up ten tapes one by one from the counter and charged the other party eighty yuan.
"I want three tape recorders." This was an exciting voice, and it was obviously taken back to sell.
Wan Feng asked the other party in detail about the style.
Although the movements in the recorders are all the same, their appearances are different. Wan Feng made a total of four molds and also developed a dual-card recorder.
They even made a small desktop tape recorder.
At the same time, Wan Feng also made a small single-band radio that can fit in a small shirt pocket, uses No. 5 batteries, and sells for fifteen yuan.
In accordance with the other party's requirements, Wan Feng equipped them with three tape recorders and gave them six tapes as gifts.
Quite a lot of people came to pick up tape recorders today, but each person only took a few, just two or three.
Wan Feng's store had fifty tape recorders prepared today, but by noon they were all used up two or three at a time.
Even the more than 500 tapes he prepared were almost gone.
It’s not a problem that the tape recorder is gone, he can reassemble it. In the latest shipment of Fang Hong and Qiu Ge, almost all the tape recorder accessories were bought by Wan Feng.
The problem was that there weren't that many tapes.
The blank tapes that are being released now are probably from Hunan and Hong Kong. The quality is very poor and the recordings are completely unlistenable.
Wan Feng felt that if conditions allowed, it would be best to record it himself.
Anyway, there was no such thing as piracy at that time. If there was any piracy, then the audio-visual products published by official state publishers were also pirated.
Wan Feng was sure that neither National Audio-Visual nor Pacific Audio-Visual at that time had paid a penny in copyright fees for any of the tapes they released.
At that time, even the Hunan and Hong Kong entertainment circles were following the style of piracy. They would take good songs from foreign countries or other places, change the lyrics and sing them.
If it weren’t for Miyuki Nakajima, she would have supported half of the Hunan and Hong Kong entertainment circles by herself, and had done so for many years.
I need to get a set of recording equipment myself. It is obviously not a good idea to rely on Fang Hongqiu.
Isn’t Zhang Shiqian bragging that he can get the goods as long as he can mutter the name?
Although Wan Feng never asked Zhang Shiqian what he did specifically, it could be seen that this guy should be considered the originator of the trader, and an international trader at that.
It just seems like he's having a worse time.
When he comes back, ask him if he can get some recording equipment, preferably the Japanese equipment.
Although Wan Feng despised the Japanese devils in his heart, Japan was at its peak in terms of industry during this period, and their products were still good, unlike later generations who relied on counterfeiting to fool people.
If Zhang Shiqian could get these equipments, could he build a recording studio and create a few singers?
This shouldn't be a difficult task.
He can sing countless popular songs from the 1980s and 1990s. If we find someone to transcribe these songs and record them, we can probably create a whole platoon of singing stars.
If we could get Zhang Qiang, who created a sales miracle in the 1980s...
I seem to have thought too much. In 1982, Zhang Qiang should have been only twelve years old, and her voice hadn't changed yet. She's probably still in elementary school, confused.
Wan Feng believed that he only needed to take out all the songs from the 1980s and 1990s, and he could not only create singers but also a group of composers. Anyway, they were only responsible for organizing the songs that Wan Feng would sing, and they didn't have to compose them themselves.
By then, can I set up an entertainment company and use some unspoken rules?
Stop! Where the hell are you thinking?
Wan Feng spat twice. It can be seen that there is a dark beast hidden in everyone's heart, and it will try to drag you into the water without you knowing it.
"Manager, what dirty things are you thinking about? Your expression looks weird?" Xu Ying asked.
"Nonsense! I'm a decent gentleman, how could I possibly think of something dirty?"
"Tsk! You're making yourself so spotless, as if we're not classmates."
"Xu Ying, you must have a conscience and be responsible for what you say. I don't remember ever molesting you at school."
"You haven't done anything about it, so who knows if you've even thought about it."
This also has to do with thoughts. Everyone's thoughts are dirty, and I'm not the only one.
"I don't want to bother with you. You should go home and eat. You should go to the market. We will be open as usual this afternoon."
There is no point in them staying here now that there is no tape recorder in the store, so it is better to let them be themselves.
Someone at home has installed the tape recorder and can make some more by the afternoon. Let them come back in the afternoon.
Xu Ying and the little girl flew to the market happily, and Luan Feng's mother also went home.
Wan Feng collected all the money he earned from selling things in the morning, and it turned out that he had made almost ten thousand yuan that morning.
It seems that I will have to shift my focus to the tape recorder in the future.
What's the lunar calendar date today? It seems like I have something to do.
Wan Feng looked up at the calendar.
May 1, 1982, the eighth day of the fourth lunar month.
I remembered something I hadn't done.
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