Rebirth of the 80s New Farmer

Chapter 2015 Lin Juchuang's Gloating
As the old saying goes: Different ways do not conspire with each other.

Wan Feng didn't bother to talk to people like Luo Dasheng who thought only foreigners looked down on mainland compatriots.

You take your Yangguan Road and I take my single-plank bridge.

Lin Lairong shook his head helplessly, this guy doesn't even care about food, Luo Dasheng's last words, how much anger did Wan Feng hold back?

"Uncle Luo! When I came here, didn't I tell you to respect Mr. Wan, and put away your tricks in Xianggang. Mr. Wan is a person who doesn't rub the sand in his eyes. My father didn't care about him in front of him. Seek some benefits."

"Did I say something wrong?"

"You said that people must have stolen the technology of foreigners. Isn't that wrong?"

"I think what I said is right. We in Hunan and Hong Kong can't produce these technologies. How can mainlanders produce them?"

Lin Lairong sighed: "Uncle Luo! It seems that bringing you here this time was my biggest mistake."

Lin Lairong took these people back to Xianggang after dinner at the Wankou Hotel, without even talking about the car.

Just before leaving, he called Wan Feng to say hello.

Less than a week after Lin Lairong left Nanwan and went back, Zhang Shiqian came again.

"Xiao Wan! Did you promise to give Lin Lairong an AX100 cable in Xiwan?" Zhang Shiqian hurriedly asked upon meeting him.

Wan Feng nodded: "I agree."

Zhang Shiqian was at a loss: "Why? This is selling well."

"I told you, have you implemented the plan to reduce production this year?" Wan Feng didn't answer the question about removing the motorcycle's stitches first.

"I did it."

"You know that our country is going to join the WTO, right?"

Zhang Shiqian nodded: "Isn't it negotiating now? I don't think there will be a four-year or five-year negotiation in a while."

"Your judgment is a bit reliable. It is true that the negotiation will take four to five years. It is estimated that the negotiation will be completed around 2002. I estimate that the official joining will not exceed [-]."

"What does this have to do with motorcycles?"

"It's a big deal. We have joined the WTO, and we must follow the standards set by others in all aspects. This sewage is one of them. If the emission standards set by Europe and the United States are adopted, two-stroke motorcycles will be the first to be eliminated in the motorcycle field. Do you think it matters?"

Zhang Shiqian has no idea about the emission standards of exhaust gas, but he knows that it is not a good thing.

"Isn't it too early for us to transfer the production line now? Isn't it still a few years away? It's not a problem to earn money for a production line. When the time comes, won't it be over if the production line is stopped and scrapped?"

Zhang Shiqian's thoughts are also fine.

In the past five or six years, even if it is not enough to sell motorcycles to earn a production line worth [-] yuan, there is no burden. At that time, the scrapped production line can be sold directly for scrap iron, and it will be over!

"What you said is not a solution. I mean that fuel motorcycles will completely disappear from the territory of Nanwan Group in another ten years. How to develop Xiwan is your business. I am just a shareholder, but The Nanwan Group will stop all fuel motorcycles around [-]. So we will start to act now. I have already transferred one line, and I will transfer to the north to go to another line in two years. If you don’t If I agree with Lin Lairong's request, I will transfer the Nanwan line to her."

"You mean that motorcycles will disappear in China in the future?"

"No, at least it will continue to exist in rural areas, but it will inevitably be banned in first-, second- and third-tier cities, and it will be replaced by electric motorcycles that burn batteries."

Zhang Shiqian was dubious about what Wan Feng said, why would a good motorcycle be banned.

If it is true, first-, second- and third-tier cities are not allowed to sell motorcycles, how much sales can be expected in the rural market?
"Since you said it, I'd better transfer an AX100 line to Lin Lairong."

"This year's motorcycle market, especially the 90cc motorcycle market, will enter a chaotic period, and it will start in April and May. Hasn't the electric start line been remodeled? Let's specialize in producing it, etc. After the other line is transformed, it will all be transferred to the electric start motorcycle.”

Nanwan has two AX100 lines, two Feiyue lines, one pedal line, and a micro-face line with a capacity of [-] units.

At first, he wanted to go to the pickup line, but Wan Feng told him that the pickup line would be adjusted by the state in two years, so he didn't take it. He just went to the micro-face line for one day last year.

Zhang Shiqian is also a rich man in Dongguang now, with a net worth of more than one billion. It is a bit reluctant to say that he is the richest man in Dongguang, but it should not be a problem for him to be among the top five private enterprises in Dongguang.

"it is good!"

"How is your Sissi selling?"

It's called flower season here in Nanwan, but Zhang Shiqian turned out to be Princess Sissi. Although the name is different, they are all the same.

"The pedal is good, it's very easy to sell. The reason why I named it Princess Sissi was that all women would buy it. Who knew that boys would like it too. Now there are more men running on the street than women. , By the way, give me another pedal cable?"

"You said it earlier, those guys in the equipment processing department don't have much work to do now, they are all taking on outside jobs."

"Then I want two."

"As long as you can digest it, I don't mind if you want ten, but it's better to be more cautious this year."

Zhang Shiqian ordered a pedal line after careful consideration, and then looked at the panda car for a long time, but he didn't want a panda car.

He is very satisfied with the sales volume of the micro-face now, and plans to make micro-faces for cars first, and mainly to build motorcycles.

February 26.

Lin Lairong was wandering around Lan Kwai Fong with some girlfriends in Xianggang, and received a call from Lin Juchuang when he was enjoying the stroll.

"Baby girl, let me tell you a piece of good news and a piece of bad news. Baring Bank collapsed. Affected by its collapse, all stocks in Hang Seng went green, with an average drop of more than [-]%. Ninety percent, luckily our family sold all the stocks we bought from outsiders, not only did we not lose, but we also made some profits from the rise in the past few days.”

Lin Lairong's heart skipped a beat.

Seven or eight days ago, Wan Feng mentioned Baring Bank. Did this guy know that Baring Bank was going to close down?

"The bad news is that our stock also fell by more than [-]%, but compared with others, our loss is the smallest." Lin Juchuang laughed gleefully on the phone.

"By the way, where did you get the news from?" Lin Juchuang asked his daughter after laughing gloatingly.

That day my daughter called back and said that she wanted to sell all the stocks, but he still didn't agree.

If Lin Lairong hadn't rushed back on the third day and dumped all the outsider stocks in his hand, it would have been a disaster this time, with an estimated loss of more than 3 million yuan.

Lin Lairong didn't tell her where Lao Tzu's news came from. After dealing with Lao Tzu vaguely, he thought for a while and called Wan Feng.

　Thank you for the reward of [-] coins for the river water of the Han River!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)