Rebirth of Rural Literary Life

Chapter 602 Motorcycle Factory
Participating in the National Outstanding Farmer Entrepreneurs Award Ceremony, of course, cannot do without making a splash on TV and paper media. This kind of thing is quite normal for He Ping.

After going to Zhongguancun and accepting Lenovo's hospitality, he returned to Hantun.

This time I went out for more than half a month, and it was already mid-September when I came back.

When passing through Fengcheng, he also stopped by to see Qin Yongjun, an old comrade who had just retired this year and was idle at home.

"Uncle Qin, if you really have nothing to do, I'll find something for you to do."

"What's the matter?"

"How about the packing house?"

In the past two years, whether it is the publishing business or Goodfarmer Group, the demand for packaging products has been increasing day by day, and it is not an ordinary growth, but an explosive growth. Liang Yuejin has always wanted to build a packaging factory, but he always couldn't get away.

Qin Yongjun was also very interested in He Ping's suggestion. He didn't want to earn a lot of money, but mainly because he had been busy for half his life, and suddenly he was idle, and he really didn't know what to do.

Qin Yongjun readily agreed.

"Sure, then I'll tell Yuejin later that you will be in charge of this packaging factory. However, there is a high probability that it will be built in Yingcheng. I don't know if it is convenient for you."

Yingcheng is Liang Yuejin's base camp, where many resources are located. It is the most convenient place to open a packaging factory, and it is quite close to Ping County.

"It doesn't matter to me, and I don't need to take care of it at home. It's best to find something to do."

"Then we're done."

After coming out of Qin Yongjun, He Ping went to Han Zhaoshe's motorcycle factory again, which was actually just a small workshop built by himself near the countryside in Yuhong District, Fengcheng.

Han Zhaoshe led He Ping into the factory to have a look. A steel structure workshop of less than [-] square meters was filled with motorcycle parts and a few workers were still working hard on the machines, which looked very primitive.

"How is the motorcycle? Can it be sold?" He Ping asked.

Han Zhaoshe pointed to a motorcycle that had been saved and hadn't been painted yet, "It's not bad. I bought it through acquaintances, and I can sell one or two a day. I told them that the warranty is three months, and everyone can trust it." .”

It is a small factory that has just started and is still in the stage of manual workshops. It is already very good to have this sales volume.

"Just these few masters? Didn't you recruit someone who understands technology?"

"Please. Two young engineers from Liming Motorcycle, but they are part-timers, so they can't come until Sunday."

He Ping nodded, "How much revenue and profit can you get in a month?"

"Our motorcycles are all saved by buying parts, and the price is lower. One is in the early 3000s, and the profit of the other is around 1200. The most important thing is that it is a waste of human affection. They are all industrial products, and they will cost a lot of money later. It’s been less than a month since it opened, and it’s estimated that it’s not bad to have [-] to [-] a month.”

"good."

It took only two months since Han Zhaoshe told him about it, and he was able to go to Fengcheng to do it, which is not inefficient.

"Seeing the benefits, we need to invest more in technology. There is no future for just building machines by hand."

"Brother He Ping, what you said is that my next step is to keep the two engineers from Liming, and then recruit a few old masters from the state-owned factory to increase the production first, and then slowly improve the technology."

"Okay. I'm relieved to come to you this time to take a look. I will work hard in the future. The market prospect of the motorcycle industry in the next ten years is still very broad. If there is anything that needs my help, please speak up."

After seeing the situation of the factory and having a meal at a small rural restaurant next to the factory, He Ping rushed to the train station.

At this time, there was no train to Ping County, so He Ping stayed in the guest house for one night, and rushed back to Ping County the next day.

After resting at home for half a day, He Ping went for a stroll in the Writer's Village first.

The Writers' Village is preparing for this year's autumn camp. Li Tuo is not only the editor-in-chief of "Vegetable Garden", but also the person in charge of the Writers' Village. He has a heavy responsibility and is busy talking all day long.

With the experience this time, and the writers and editors who experienced the summer camp last time went back to promote it, the masses signed up very enthusiastically, and they all wanted to experience the experience. More magazines and newspapers participated in this autumn camp.

"The last summer camp was too hasty, and many places were not done well. With experience this time, it must be better than before."

"You are fully responsible for these matters. The most important thing is to cultivate a group of young writers as soon as possible, so that our writers' village can become famous in the domestic literary world."

"I understand what you mean. The entire writer's village is just investing but not producing. Only the book city can be self-sufficient. This is not a long-term solution. With famous writers, your previous vision can be realized."

As he said that, Li Tuo took out several copies of "Vegetable Garden" magazine, which were issued in the past few months.

"In the past few months, "Vegetable Garden" has collected not only the works of well-known young writers like Ma Yuan and the others, but also many foreign contributions, all of which have certain highlights. Take a look and pick out some when you have time. If we think there is potential, we will focus on following up and cultivating them.”

He Ping flipped through the magazine casually, "It's okay if you ask me to write, but I'm not good at reading!"

As soon as he said this, he saw a familiar name in a magazine, stopped the movement of his hands, and looked closely.

The name of the novel is "Transformation", and the word "Mai Jia" is written on the author's place.

Is this Mai's family Bi Mai's?

He Ping wasn't sure.

After he browsed for a few minutes, he gradually became sure in his heart that this Mai family should be the Mai family he is familiar with in later generations.

When it comes to suspense and spy war novels in China in the 21st century, there is a writer whose name cannot be passed, and that is Mai Jia.

"Decryption", "Conspiracy", "Sound of the Wind", "Wind Words"...

Each book can be called a classic, and at the same time, it has been adapted for film and television, and has a wider influence among the public.

He Ping has read every novel of the Mai family, and he is very familiar with his writing style. Although the writing style of the article in front of him is still immature, the style has already shown its glory.

Li Tuo saw that his expression suddenly changed when he saw an article in a magazine, and knew that he must have found his favorite author.

Did not urge him, quietly waiting for him to finish reading.

In about half an hour, He Ping read the entire article.

"Is the author of this article connected?"

"The original name of this novel was "Private Notebook". I thought the manuscript was good, so I changed the name and published it. I haven't had time to contact you yet. Do you think this novel is good?"

"En!" He Ping nodded, "The style is very unique, and the writing style is also good. If we can get in touch, I think he can be regarded as the first batch of key writers in our writers' village."

Li Tuo said: "It seems that we have the same opinion, and I also think this author's works are very stylish. After that, I will contact him to see if I can invite him to our writer's village."

(End of this chapter)