There is a sweet potato patch behind Yuan Yimin's house. His father Yuan Hai is pretending to dig the ground with a two-toothed hoe, but it doesn't look serious at all.
"Uncle Yuan Hai, are you working?" Wan Feng walked into the field from the edge and pulled off a blackened sweet potato leaf.
The sweet potato stems and leaves are crawling all over the ground like horse mackerel. The longest ones can be three or four meters long. They are entangled with each other like a big net. You can pull up a large piece by pulling one of them.
Yuan Hai looked at Wan Feng in confusion. He couldn't remember who this young man was.
"I came to your house once in the spring and asked you to print something for me. You said you would give me an answer in a week, but I had forgotten about it and only remembered it now."
Yuan Hai remembered who Wan Feng was, or to be more precise, he remembered that Wan Feng threw away a box of Pegasus cigarettes before leaving that day.
"I remember now, you are Zhu Xianyu's grandson."
The first thing Wan Feng did when he came to Yuan Hai was to give him cigarettes. He still had half a pack of cigarettes from yesterday's Daqianmen cigarette. He took out a cigarette and handed it to Yuan Hai, then lit it with a lighter.
Yuan Hai showed interest in Wan Feng's lighter and looked at it for a long time.
"Uncle Yuan Hai, do you remember what I asked you last time?"
"What did you ask last time?" It's been more than half a year. How could he remember a child's question?
"I want to print a batch of things, can you take it?"
"Oh, I remember now, I remember now. But we usually don't take on things like this. One reason is that there aren't many jobs, and the other is that this is private work, which is not allowed by factory regulations."
"What if we do it in private, without letting the factory know?"
Yuan Hai frowned: "I'm afraid this won't work."
You're just pretending.
Which factory doesn't have private work? As a workshop director, how could you not understand the ins and outs of this?
"Uncle Yuan Hai, I know a little about what's going on in the factory. I've also commissioned a lot of private work from the factory. Let's not beat around the bush and be frank. I'm ordering 10,000 sets of this work, and I estimate it's worth a few hundred yuan. I think your workshop can process it privately. As for how to process it, I believe you must have a solution."
Yuan Hai looked at Wan Feng with a changeable expression. Since he had been away from home for many years, he didn't know much about what happened in the team, but he had heard some of Wan Feng's stories.
This guy is very unusual and cannot be treated as an ordinary child.
"What are you going to do? Let me see what you want to do first and then make a decision."
Wan Feng took out a 16-page notebook from his pocket, opened it and handed it to Yuan Hai.
There were some pictures drawn on the book, about seven or eight of them.
This is a set of products designed by Wanfeng, with five varieties and seven specifications.
After Yuan Hai realized what it was, he had a somewhat amusing expression: "You can actually do this with this thing? I really don't understand what you were thinking."
"I only want this year's batch of work for this thing. I don't want it next year. You can keep it after you produce and publish it, and I won't charge you any copyright fees."
Yuan Hai was speechless. This guy was still thinking about the copyright fees.
"Really? What I said is true. After you make the template this year, you will use it every year. In the future, every household will use this product."
Yuan Hai looked at Wan Feng's samples and pondered for a moment before saying, "This isn't a difficult job, but it's not easy either. Not only do you have to make the plates, you also have to match the colors and print them. It'll probably take some time to finish."
This means that he accepted the job.
"I don't have any time requirements, as long as it can be printed before the twelfth lunar month."
"Come in, I'll calculate how much these things cost."
Wan Feng followed Yuan Hai into the house. As soon as he entered, a spotted dog came to Wan Feng's feet.
The puppy had grown to a height of more than a foot, and was sniffing Wan Feng's legs with its nose stretched out.
Wan Feng reached out and touched Hua Gou's head: "Here you go again, have you forgotten how I lifted you up high?"
The spotted dog jumped far away with a thud, turned around and looked at Wan Feng warily, but did not bare his teeth or bark.
Yuan Hai walked into the room, put on his glasses, took a piece of paper and a pen and started calculating.
Wan Feng didn't even look at how he calculated it, and even if he did, he probably wouldn't understand it for a while.
After about ten minutes, Yuan Hai threw down his pen.
"It's done. We'll charge you 4.6 cents for this set. 10,000 sets is 460 yuan."
This price is close to Wanfeng's estimate.
"So you're next?"
"Isn't it too much to give the workers a little New Year's money before the New Year? Our factory doesn't have much work right now anyway."
"Of course not. Your workshop is honored to have someone like you who cares about the employees. Should I pay you now or upon delivery?"
"When the goods are ready, I'll let Yimin let you know."
"Okay, Uncle Yuan Hai, let's have a pleasant cooperation."
Wan Feng left the remaining half box of cigarettes and the iron lighter on the edge of the kang and walked out of Yuan Hai's house with ease.
Anyway, the job is finally settled, and he won't have to grope around in the dark when the time comes.
Yuan Yimin was still studying ants with the children. These ants were unlucky enough to fall into the hands of these beasts.
After leaving Yuan Yimin's house, Wan Feng went to the brick and tile factory. He wanted to see if that bastard Yang Hai had come to work in the factory.
The names of the people here left Wan Feng speechless. Even if you're close to the sea, you can't all be called Hai, right? The entire Wahou area is called X Hai, and there are five people named X Hai, and then there's Yang Hai.
Yang Hai did not disappoint Wan Feng. He was assigned to the team that made water blocks.
This job is to hold two small two-pronged forks made of welded thin iron bars in your hands, and use the small forks to pick up two pieces of water blocks pulled by the cart and stack them up for air drying.
This job is not tiring but it is quite busy and is usually the exclusive domain of women. Perhaps considering his young age, Zhu Ping arranged him here.
Wan Feng did not go over to greet Yang Hai, but just looked at him from a distance and turned away.
Go north along Xigouli and you will reach the team headquarters at the end.
The people from the First Construction Team had not arrived yet. The person who was making the kang with a few people at the team headquarters was Yang Zhanshan, Yang Yongjian's father.
The team can only find twelve empty rooms, and at most ten of them can be used for living. At least one of them should be used for cooking and storing rice.
The kangs in these ten rooms have been laid or are being laid. The wing rooms can only have one kang, while three of the main rooms of the team headquarters have two kangs in the north and south. After these two kangs are laid, there is only an aisle of more than one meter in the middle, and there is not even room for a heating stove.
Wan Feng didn't care about that. He was now looking forward to when the people from the First Construction Company would arrive. Could Zhou Bingde come?
There was something very important that he forgot to mention to Zhou Bingde yesterday, so he really hoped that Zhou Bingde could come today.
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