As soon as Zhang Shiqian arrived in the depression, Wan Feng received the notice.
That day he called the phone number left by Zhang Shiqian, and the other party told him that Mr. Zhang had gone north. Wan Feng guessed that Zhang Shiqian might come to Wahou.
He instructed the machinery factory to notify Zhang Shiqian as soon as he arrived.
So, less than ten minutes after Zhang Shiqian arrived at the depression, Wan Feng appeared in front of him.
"Mr. Zhang, I feel like the last time I saw you was a long, long time ago..."
"There is an Arabian story, and the story goes like this." Zhang Shiqian must have made a lot of money in the past two years. He actually used the prelude of the Mandarin version of the song "Alibaba" to continue Wan Feng's words.
"Haha! Mr. Zhang has become so humorous and funny. It seems he's living a good life."
"Oh, there's really no place for reason in this world. I remember when I met you a few years ago, you were still a little brat, but now you've become an adult."
Holy shit! How dare this guy call me a little bastard?
"People change. Just like you, Mr. Zhang, you look like a successful person now. I haven't seen you in these few years, but I still miss you. Your voice and appearance will always live in my heart."
"Pfft! You're the one who still remembers me! You never f*cking suffer any loss, so tell me what you're tinkering with right now?"
"I want to buy a set of Japanese instant noodle making equipment. You know a lot about imported stuff. I don't care how you get it, just get it for me."
Zhang Shiqian's expression was indescribably strange, and then his eyes lit up like a 250-degree light bulb, and he said in a slightly anxious tone, "What do you want? Say it again."
"A complete set of equipment for producing instant noodles."
What surprised Wan Feng was that Zhang Shiqian actually started laughing, as happy as an Alaska.
"Hey, Mr. Zhang, what are you laughing about? Did you pee yourself laughing?"
"Wait a moment, let me be happy for a while."
Where is the happiness? Is there something wrong with this guy's brain after not seeing him for a few years?
Zhang Shiqian finished laughing and said, "Five hundred thousand, and I'll show you the goods in a week."
This bastard has deceived me. Although I have never dismantled instant noodle equipment, I still know how much it costs.
"How much production capacity do you have for your equipment? You're asking me for half a million? I'll give you half a million just because you produce a thousand bags a day?"
"50,000 bags a day, 500,000 isn't too expensive, right?"
A daily output of 50,000 packs will be around a million in a few decades.
Of course there is no comparison. You can't say that a device worth one million dollars thirty years later is only worth ten thousand dollars in 1985 after deducting inflation.
This is not how it is calculated.
Five hundred thousand doesn't seem expensive.
"Mr. Zhang, you sound like you have the stock in hand."
"Hey, from the first time I saw you, I felt like you were incredibly lucky. I wonder if you came to me because you knew I had this equipment?"
He really has it in his hand!
"You made the mistake yourself."
"That's right, it's like I sent the machine to you on purpose."
"So you really have instant noodle equipment? How many sets do you have?"
"I need a few more sets. One set would be nice."
Wan Feng was overjoyed. He could see the quilt while he was dozing off, and there was even a beautiful woman inside the quilt.
This time we even saved foreign exchange.
"First, tell me where you got this equipment from?"
"Our provincial agricultural reclamation department imported a brand new set of instant noodle equipment from Japan. It was intended for Zhujiang Farm, but Zhujiang Farm didn't want it, so the equipment was given to Pingsha Agricultural Station. But after studying it for several months, Pingsha Agricultural Station decided it was useless and treated it as scrap... No, they sold it to me as a finished product."
Wan Feng was stunned. It turned out to be this set of equipment!
This doesn't seem to align with history! Shouldn't a man named Xiong from Pingsha have been the founder of Huafeng Sanxian Yimian? How did this equipment get lost?
And this equipment appeared in front of him!
Does this mean that there will be no Huafeng Sanxian Yimian in this world?
There are still some changes in this world. If Changling Motorcycle does not appear in this world as a result of his own attack, then Huafeng Sanxian Yimian was delivered to him on its own initiative.
The point is that Zhang Shiqian bought it at scrap price, drink, drink, drink!
This guy always shows up when he needs something. He met him last time when he wanted to buy rubber shoe manufacturing equipment.
This time he came out again because instant noodle equipment was needed.
Could this guy be a country bumpkin who follows me around and serves me exclusively?
Definitely.
"Mr. Zhang, there's one thing I don't understand. Dongguang Province is so big, how did you buy this equipment?"
"Tsk! You're the only one who doesn't take me seriously. I'm telling you, I'm pretty famous in Dongguang Province now. I was famous in Dongguang before. Do you know what happened most in my hometown a few years ago?"
"What's up?"
"A few years ago, the name that appeared most frequently on our town's loudspeakers was my brother's: Zhang Shiqian! Is he home? If you're at home, come to the Industrial and Commercial Bureau. If there weren't a few such calls a month, people in our town wouldn't be able to take care of themselves. It's only in recent years that the Industrial and Commercial Bureau's loudspeakers have stopped calling my brother's name."
"Why did the Industrial and Commercial Bureau call you?"
"Criticism and education! I was stumbling around all day, and the damn Industrial and Commercial Bureau was watching me all the time. Later, I didn't even dare to go home."
Damn, there is such a thing?
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