A pleasant life in a courtyard

Chapter 303 An invention that doesn’t make money

Inventing this kind of thing has its rigorous scientific logic, but sometimes I have to say that it is also very inspirational.

Especially for a semi-renovator like Li Xiang.

The things he has created so far are not very related. Most of them are inspired by his feelings.

Now let him do things for a very specific purpose.

For a while, he was willing but powerless.

He counted to Sun Guoqing the goals of what he would invent next.

"To make money, to make big money, you have to have it that no one else has, and the technology will not be copied for a while."

The more Sun Guoqing listened, the more he frowned.

He is not the inventor himself. Usually Li wants to come up with a specific goal, and he just helps with the work behind the scenes.

But this time even Li Xiang didn't have a goal, he just gave a general requirement for success.

Li Xiang followed the sound and found that Sun Guoqing was filling the pen with ink.

Suddenly, he raised his brows, and an idea flashed through his mind.

Li Xiang was really in a daze at this time, but he came to his senses after being reminded like this.

Then he followed this idea and rewinded the memory in his mind.

"That's right. We must at least have a clear direction before we can look back." Sun Guoqing patted him on the shoulder.

"My mind has been like a blur for the past two days and I can't think of anything. In this case, you can help me think about it." Li Xiang pinched the center of his eyebrows, realizing that he was guilty of the problem of haste making waste.

"It's my fault for being wrong. I'm too ambitious. I'll make a careful calculation."

Li Xiang glanced at it and prepared to continue thinking about things.

He was a little confused.

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It can be done, but it doesn’t seem to make any money.

It’s difficult for him to handle it. Good things don’t have the environment to survive. Those who do have the environment to survive are inter-professional. If they want to come up with it, they need a reasonable explanation.

But for a long time, there was little progress.

It seems that there is no time more suitable to appear than this time.

Sun Guoqing was so rough that he could get a pile of waste paper on the table with just one ink.

"How come the ink I just received has bottomed out again?" Sun Guoqing's mutter came to his ears.

From here on, Li Xiang and Sun Guoqing fell into hard thinking.

Li Xiang stood up from the stool and shouted to Sun Guoqing, who was still sucking ink:

"Quick, follow me."

On this day, he and Sun Guoqing were still painting in the office.

No, wait, it won’t make money then, but that doesn’t mean it won’t make money now.

"Why does it sound like you're putting the cart before the horse? Aren't you doing the opposite of what others have done? You only think about the consequences of success when there is nothing left."

Sun Guoqing pinched the pen in his hand and asked in confusion: "Where are you going?"

"Shanghai."

Li Xiang, who said his destination, had disappeared.

Sun Guoqing, who was left in the office, was even more confused now.

Shanghai?

Why go to Shanghai?

Soon, Li Xiang gave him the answer.

At that time, they were already on the train to Shanghai.

Fenghua boutique manufacturing factory was established in 1948.

Later it was renamed Shanghai Fenghua Ballpoint Pen Factory.

After a year of trial production, except for the steel ball in the pen tip, which had technical barriers, it could only be purchased from Hong Kong.

All other components are developed and produced in-house.

In the fall of 49, they officially launched the first domestically produced ballpoint pen in the country.

The price is nearly three yuan per bucket of rice.

Li Xiang explained to Sun Guoqing the origin of the place they were going to.

"The price is about the same as a pen. If you think about it this way, it seems to be a bit of a profit." Sun Guoqing murmured.

But then he thought about it, no, they have been selling it for so many years, what else is wrong with them. Li Xiang opened the ballpoint pen he bought from the department store, pointed at the refill tip and explained:

"You just didn't understand the point of what I said. The steel balls on this were originally purchased from Hong Kong, and they still are."

Sun Guoqing frowned and said in confusion: "It's been twenty years and you haven't researched it yet?"

Li Xiang couldn't help complaining in his heart, not only twenty years, but also the next forty years, it will still be imported.

"Currently this technology is in the hands of Switzerland and Japan." Li Xiang explained to him.

Sun Guoqing took the pen refill from Li Xiang's hand and looked over it over and over again, feeling somewhat doubtful about life.

For such a small thing, the technology is in the hands of others.

"The most important thing is that this refill is replaceable. If we can overcome this difficulty, according to our country's always high quality and low price, do you understand what this means to us?" Li Xiang asked him with a smile.

Sun Guoqing's eyes suddenly shone and he said: "We must capture at least one-third of the world's market."

"You should be more conservative. In my opinion, it is at least half. These are still just parts. If the parts are assembled, there will still be pens with a price advantage. The pens are already in. It is not a good idea to add other stationery items. No way."

Sun Guoqing opened his mouth wide and looked at Li Xiang, who was drawing the cake for him.

The blood all over his body was boiling for Li Xianghua.

How can it be so neat.

So what else do you need to say, just do it.

Li Xiang looked at Sun Guoqing and smiled, hiding his merit and fame.

Great, keep it up.

Because what awaits them will be endless frustrations and difficulties.

How can things be so successful?

For a long time in later generations, we still did not have our own pen tip technology.

That’s because after later calculations, in a nearly saturated market, R&D costs are simply not cost-effective compared to import costs.

The truth is this, but it still cannot cover up the problems that we cannot do.

This has also become a pain for many Chinese people. As long as it is not resolved for one day, it will be like a sore on the industrial milestone.

Without domestic production, we would be inferior to others.

Later, in order to gain reputation, we made great efforts regardless of the cost. Based on the industrial foundation at that time, it took five years to succeed.

As soon as the domestic pen nibs came out, they immediately overturned the small-life enterprise.

What Li wants to do now is to let him transform as soon as possible.

In order to avoid the solidification of thinking and guarding a gold brick without making progress, you will have to sit back and wait for death.

Along the way, the two people were thinking about a bright future on the train.

Twenty hours of journey without much rest.

Wang Kaixuan, who had received the news of their arrival in advance, was hurriedly preparing for the reception.

After calculating the time, I hurried to the train station.

Li Xiang thought that they arrived in a hurry this time, and Kankan only called Wang Kaixuan two hours before departure.

It was not easy for his former classmates to come over, so Wang Kaixuan naturally had to do his best to entertain him as a landlord.

Shanghai has the heritage of a big city.

No matter what period it was, it was at the forefront.

Even when people's livelihood is at its most difficult, this big city still has many places to visit and enjoy.

When Wang Kaixuan was in school, he often boasted about his hometown to his brothers and was proud to be a Shanghainese.

At that time, I was often called back by my brothers, who wouldn't say how good my hometown is.

Especially Sun Guoqing, as a BJ boss, of course he feels that it must be the best in the capital.

When it comes to the question of which one is better, no one agrees with the other.

This time Wang Kaixuan finally got the chance, and he made up his mind.

If he didn't let these two Yankees say hello to Shanghai this time, he wouldn't let them go.

(End of this chapter)