Rebirth of the 80s New Farmer

Chapter 302 What is the price of being a senior brother?

Of course Fang Hongqiu wouldn't fight someone who couldn't wrestle. It's boring to win and even more embarrassing to lose.

No one fell with him, so Fang Hongqiu had no choice but to give up, and sat next to Wan Feng without seeing anything else: "Brother Wan, even though you are young, your fall is really good. If only you were in Bohai Sea, let's fall a few times a day." wrestle."

Fall every day?I have a lot of work so I don't have time to wrestle with you every day.

"How about I come to Hongya once a week and let's discuss each other?" Fang Hongqiu's sudden words startled Wan Feng.

Wan Feng immediately became depressed. He drove to Hongya for a week just to wrestle?How idle is this guy or how obsessed with wrestling?

The round-trip ticket for one person is four or five yuan, and you can’t come back on the same day. In addition to staying in the hotel for dinner, you have to fall twice. This is not what you are doing when you are full.

Is it okay if I get addicted and fall to the ground twice?
Some people are fascinated by drinking, some are fascinated by women, some are fascinated by collections, and some are fascinated by girls. He is the first to see this one who is fascinated by wrestling.

Even those who are fans of martial arts have seen it, in the Waqian team.

When Shaolin Temple was screened in the countryside in [-], a door seemed to open before An Wenguo of the Waqian team. This guy followed the film screening team to watch more than a dozen shows in a row, and then determined to become a martial arts master and began to practice martial arts. .

At that time, it was estimated that there were tens of millions or even hundreds of millions of people in the whole country who thought like him, which is not surprising.

But that's mostly the thinking of young people, but he's married and the kids are three or four years old.

Since he started practicing martial arts, he didn't care about anything at home. I practiced martial arts every day, and I often fought with his wife because of this.

In the summer of [-], this guy mysteriously disappeared for three or four months.

His wife thought he had been murdered and reported him.

The police station didn't find out where the guy had gone, so they counted him as a missing person, but the guy came back three months later.

I went to Shaolin Temple to learn martial arts.

Because of this, his wife almost divorced him. Although he hasn't been to Shaolin Temple since then, he has been practicing martial arts, and he has earned a title: An Daxia!
Wan Feng felt that if Fang Hongqiu and An Daxia joined together in another five or six years, they would have a drink.

But Daxia An is a fan of martial arts, at least there is a large group of people like him in the whole country, what kind of way is Fang Hong a fan of wrestling?
"If you don't need money for your goods, I can wrestle with you every day. How about this good condition?"

Fang Hongqiu is obviously not stupid enough: "This can't work, I have to eat anyway, but I can give you a discount."

"I'd rather not have a discount than wrestle with you. It's 09:30 now, and it's getting dark. I'm going to see your goods."

Fang Hongqiu seemed to have not stayed here enough, and he hesitated to leave.

Addictive even after falling, this guy must have something wrong in his heart, you bastard.

Saying goodbye to the Zhang family, Wan Feng, Zhang Xian and Fang Hongqiu went out to the tram stop.

Looking at the tram approaching in the distance, Wan Feng felt unreal. Is this problem solved?Is it really solved?

Just when he was overwhelmed with doubts and had no way out, another village appeared in a daze.

I can't help but sigh his luck, it's extremely good.

When Wan Feng walked into the courtyard where Fang Hongqiu was renting again, the treatment was completely different from what happened last time.

I didn't even get a seat when I came here yesterday. This time, not only did I get a seat, but I also got cigarettes and water.

And yesterday's mournful face is now full of smiles.

Wan Feng didn't come to drink water and smoke, so he let Fang Hongqiu lead him into his warehouse where the goods were stored.

Zhang Xian tactfully did not follow Wan Feng into the warehouse, but stayed outside.

The goods in Fang Hongqiu's warehouse are not all in one eye, but the goods are quite sufficient.

Electronic watches, electronic watch batteries, tape recorder movements and things related to tape recorders, and some toys.

"Are these two colors your digital watch? No other colors?"

"Wow, the goods arrived the day before yesterday, this time there are pink, yellow and blue plus the original black and white, now there are five colors."

While talking, Fang Hongqiu accurately found three small paper boxes, and when he opened them, they were indeed these three colors.

"How much money do you give to me?"

"Hey, Junior Brother...Is it okay for me to call you Junior Brother this time?"

"That depends on how much money you count. If you have too much money, it's still useless."

"How about seven dollars and a half? I've never offered that before, and you're the first."

"Does that mean I will prepare a memorial tablet for you at home in the future?"

"Hey, no need, I'm still alive."

I will not support you even after you die.

The price of [-] yuan is indeed a low price, but Wan Feng thinks there is still room for relaxation.

"Seven yuan! That's the price."

"Hey, I said junior brother, you have to let senior brother get me something to eat."

"Hehe, I understand this stuff. You sent me here from the south just to give me seven yuan. You earn one yuan, five to two yuan for the lowest one. Don't be so big. I'll sell you more and you'll have everything. That's it. It’s settled, but my brother will only buy seven yuan in the future, and now I want to see your tape recorder.”

"Are you still playing with the tape recorder?"

"Hehe, would you believe me when I told you that I have already installed three tape recorders? I plan to sell them in a few days."

This time Fang Hongqiu was a little restless.

The tape recorder movement is a product that was launched this year. Young people in big cities like Shanghai, the capital, and even Guangzhou can buy the movement and assemble it by themselves if they can’t afford the whole machine. Although it takes about a year or two, it can save money. It's several hundred yuan, but I haven't heard of anyone planning to build a machine and sell it.

This half-way junior brother actually has such an idea?
"Do you think you can sell it?"

"Why can't it be sold?"

"How much are you going to sell it for?"

"That depends on how much you give me for these things. Come on, tell me your quotation, and give me the most realistic price to save me from arguing with you."

Fang Hongqiu blinked his eyes and thought for a long time: "I will give you 43 for the movement, two pieces for the battery box, and 28 for the radio..."

"For the time being, I don't want radios. I only plan to sell pure recorders, so that the cost will be reduced."

"Six yuan for the power supply, one yuan for the counter, six yuan for the tape, one yuan for the tweeter, and nine yuan for the four-inch woofer. This is the lowest price I can give you. If you want it, don't you want it?"

The paralyzed Zhang San earned him a dollar on the trumpet.

Wan Feng calculated that the cost of this set was nearly [-] yuan lower than the few tape recorders he made at home.

Nodded: "I won't strangle you."

As for those colorful toy cars that were not in Wan Feng's plan, he didn't even look at them.

　It's three o'clock!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)