"Don't talk nonsense!"
What was supposed to be a casual conversation turned into a deathbed address, and Jian Dan's face darkened.
Jian Zhong immediately changed the subject.
"Alright, alright, I won't say anything more. Miss, Miss Yan Yan is sitting here, right?"
"It's designed to be convenient for children. The front beam is a bit slippery, which is fine for older children, but for younger children, like her, sometimes they don't know how to use their bottoms properly and it's easy for them to lose their balance. This is to fix it to the beam so that children can sit more steadily."
It's nothing unusual; mothers all over the world raise their children this way: small children are placed in front, and older children are carried on their backs.
Oh, not exactly the same. In later generations, there were more small electric stoves, electric cars, and even small motorcycles, which were fast and lightweight. The market for bicycles had been taken away by a large portion of them.
As a business professional, Jian Zhongshi stared at the simple child seat and the miniature bicycle, even including the wheels, and began to make plans in his mind.
"Young lady, this thing,"
Simple surprise,
"Anyone with a little carpentry skill could make this chair. Even if you did, nobody would buy it, right?"
"No, no, no, Miss, this can come in different shapes. This is for a small car. If it were a big bicycle, this small one wouldn't look good, right? Besides, many families these days are reluctant to spend money on girls, but what if it's a boy?"
If there were a square one, something that could be attached to a bicycle, not only adults but also children would like it, and business would be booming.
He simply rested his arm on his hand and touched his chin.
Are you sure?
There's a saying that women and children are easy to earn money from. It seems that even with a different era and background, these practical things are still recognized. Or perhaps it's because the wisdom of the working people is limitless, only limited by the environment of recent years.
Moreover, these are small items that can make children more comfortable, and they certainly won't be too expensive, so there are always more options to choose from.
I thought you were going to talk about bicycles.
Jian Zhong looked at it, then shook his head.
"This one has small wheels and slow rotation speed; it only travels half a meter on a single rotation, so it's not practical. It looks nice, and young girls might like it more, but it's only suitable for riding with young girls. People who buy bicycles do so for practicality, and most families use them together. Even women's 26-inch bicycles aren't as popular as this big one. This one is unlikely to be a success."
At least that's how it is; even a grown man wouldn't dare to step on it.
Well, even Jian Dan realized she was overthinking it.
"Alright, I was wrong."
On the way back, watching the little one swinging her legs freely, I also glanced at her bottom several times.
Back at the factory, the little brat started showing off to Lin Dongfang.
"Look, this is what the old man made. The old man made a car for me, a car that can run."
Lin Dongfang also glanced at it with interest, but was more intrigued by what followed.
"Your grandpa? Which grandpa?"
The little brat put his hands on his hips,
"Grandpa, it's the grandpa, it's the grandpa, it's the grandpa!"
A simple, smiling explanation.
"The old man is my brother's father."
"Yes, he's my older brother's father. Mom, which older brother's father is he?"
It happened during the Chinese New Year, and she had already mixed it up.
"Is he/she the older brother?"
Lin Dongfang looked completely puzzled.
"Brother Qingjiang? You mean this little thing he made?"
"What, doesn't it look like it?"
Lin Dongfang began to doubt himself.
"I remember he was a pure scholar, wasn't he? He didn't seem to be very good at hands-on things."
Could it be that I remembered it wrong?
I think I heard when I was little that he broke something, and it was Qinghuai who fixed it. I remember my aunt saying that his hands were only good for holding a pen and he couldn't do anything else.
"Does growing up mean they've acquired more skills?"
Simple and doesn't matter.
"Why can't someone suddenly get interested and start learning seriously? Look, he made all of this himself. He found the parts and wood at the scrap yard, and he even found quite a lot. This little rascal saw a bicycle and got envious, insisting that he also had a bike that could move. And so, he begged someone to let him have it."
"Brother Qingjiang, you agreed?"
"hold head high!"
A simple nod.
"Is it strange? He agreed so readily, saying that he would make whatever car the little one wanted in the future."
Lin Dongfang really didn't know what to say.
"Perhaps I really did remember wrong?"
But what kind of vehicle do you want us to make? Are you going to downsize this bicycle?
He wasn't confident about Qin Qingjiang in this regard, given the precedents, but if he simply said it, then he basically had a plan.
"They went to the scrap yard, but apparently couldn't find any small wheels, so they used the smaller ones for these two wheels, and then made the frame and everything else smaller as well,"
Simple props her head up with her hand, her thoughts changing every now and then. Those children's beds from later generations definitely wouldn't work. Not only could they not be made, but those fancy, elaborate designs wouldn't suit her either.
"Actually, when it comes to children's play, tricycles are more suitable. They are triangular, stable, and you don't even have to worry about the danger of them falling."
"If that's how you put it, then I think I understand,"
Having raised a son after all, Lin Dongfang also had some whimsical ideas.
"Tricycles are more convenient to ride, and fewer parts are needed, such as chains."
Let me think about it. Hey, do you think there'd be a market for this little tricycle if we made it?
"What's wrong with you guys? Why are you all eyeing the car?"
Who else?
"Jian Zhong, I just found out he went to the machinery factory. I just came back from visiting him. Oh, by the way, here's a contract. Do you think it's okay?"
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