Rebirth of the 80s New Farmer

Chapter 41 Say a price and I'll buy it

"Where's your eldest sister?" Wan Feng asked Liang Hong, Liang Wan's second daughter.

Liang Hong tilted her head to look at Wan Feng when she was about ten years old: "I won't tell you!"

Wan Feng took out two pieces of candy from his pocket like magic: "Did you see that? Tell me and you will have candy. If you don't tell me, you can just watch."

In the blink of an eye, Liang Hong betrayed her sister shamelessly: "She was angry in the west room."

Wan Feng stuffed the sugar into Liang Hong's hand, walked out of the house, passed the stove, and entered Liang Wan's West Room.

Liang Hua was sulking while crawling on the kang, when a voice suddenly sounded behind her.

"Your father and I have discussed it. We will be engaged in autumn, and we will get married when we arrive."

Liang Hua sprang up as if he had been electrocuted: "Who let you into this room, don't you know this is our sister's room?"

"Cut! There's nothing to be afraid of if you don't have a bare butt. Besides, even if you do, I'm your future man. I'm afraid I'm not an outsider."

Liang Hua cried so hard that his mind was lost, how could such a shameless thing come out.

"Wan Feng! What do you want?"

"Hehe! Why can't I take it anymore? What's the point of this? If you keep showing face to me, I guarantee you will live a very miserable life."

Liang Hua glared at Wan Feng.

"Don't look at me with that expression. I didn't even touch your skirt. I mainly want to ask you, why do you always have problems with me? I don't seem to jump into the well with your child in my arms?"

"Who told you to keep saying that I will be your daughter-in-law when you grow up!"

"Isn't this your father who picked the leader first? I didn't mean that. Don't worry, I will have nothing to do with you when I grow up. Can you smile at me now?"

"Really! You really have nothing to do with me in the future?"

Wan Feng was speechless.

"Let me talk about Liang Hua, even if I'm not good-looking, I'm not bad-looking, right? As for you, are you so prejudiced against me? If you say that you're a boy, maybe I'll be a handsome man in the future?"

"Bah! Shameless, she is an eighteenth female college student."

"What kind of logic is it? If you girls have eighteen changes, we men can't change a few? Sun Wukong still has 72 changes!"

Wan Feng's words made Liang Hua laugh.

"You guys really hate people when you talk."

"Hate people! It's because you and I have only been together for a short time. After a long time, maybe you still want to hit people! Well, I have made my words clear. You don't have to look at me anymore. Look at me later. Do you hear me smiling when I see you? Show me that look of looking up at the sky to see if I don’t disgust you, give me a smile first.”

After confirming that Wan Feng's words were not a joke, Liang Hua showed a rare smile, although it was not much better than crying.

Wan Feng also didn't want to see Liang Hua's expression of bitterness and hatred in the future, and felt disgusted by a woman who was hostile to him every day.

After Liang Hua was settled, Wanfeng returned to the back room in the east of Liang Wan's house.

Zhang Hai and the others had obviously reached a conclusion.

"Wan Feng! Didn't you say you have three projects? Tell me about the last one."

Are the first two projects not enough for you to keep busy?

"The last one is the drink, which is the soda-like thing sold in the cooperative." Wan Feng was afraid that they would not know the meaning of the drink, so he added a product for comparison.

In 1980, soft drinks were the only beverages that could be seen in rural markets.

Zhang Hai's eyes blinked more than ten times in a row: "Drink! Drink?"

Wan Feng nodded.

"There seems to be no future for this. I drink at most one bottle of soda a year in the cooperative. If I am thirsty in the countryside, I drink cold water. Who is willing to spend a few cents to sell soda to drink?"

Beverages are indeed not a necessity in life, especially in the current rural areas, it is just a dispensable thing, Zhang Hai's worry is not unreasonable.

"You can't think about some products like this. You can't have no market because you think it's useless. If you don't drink it, there will be people who drink it. But I'm not listing this item. It's just a reference, because it's The investment conditions are much more complicated than cement tiles and cement bricks. First of all, you need a filling mixer, which should be more expensive, and second, you need formulas and raw materials. These things are not easy to get together now, just listen to them. Knowing that there is such a project, it may not be too late to do it in two years when the conditions are ripe."

The market for beverages is astonishingly large, but the filling machines and raw materials for making beverages were indeed not easy to find in 1980.

It is estimated that the filling machine will be available in the market two years later, and those raw materials, such as molasses and pigment, will not be available in the market until one year later.

If Wahou can do a good job in these two projects that Wanfeng said, they will definitely accumulate to a certain extent in two years' time, and it will not be too late to invest again at that time.

It was [-] or [-] when Coca-Cola was really launched in China, and there are still many years to go.

"My task is completed, so it's none of my business to choose which project. If you need anything, you can come to me at any time, but I can't make up my mind. When you share the money in the future, I will share the money."

There is no obligation for Bai to help him.

"Why don't we ask you to be a consultant, so that you will have no trouble sharing the money, otherwise there will inevitably be people with small stomachs among the members who will have objections."

This was a good idea, Zhang Hai and the others asked him what they didn't understand, and it was only right and proper for him to receive the money when the time came.

The two sides hit it off and reached a consensus.

...

Zhang Hai, who is in his 30s, has the energy of a young man. He really wants to lead the villagers to live a good life. Once the project is selected, he starts to get busy.

Choosing a factory site and running a loan to design a factory building, he was so busy that he almost didn't know who he was.

Zhang Hai was busy with his feet, but Wan Feng was leisurely and leisurely, going to school, collecting books and renting books and collecting broken glass. This time, he had collected another carload of glass slag in less than a week.

It was still Liang Wan who drove the car to deliver the broken glass, and it was still Song Yuancheng who received the goods.

Guo said that after paying the money, Wan Feng and Song Yuancheng chatted about it, and they talked about the broken bicycle in the corner: "Uncle Song, who owns that bicycle by the wall? Don't you want it?"

Hearing Wanfeng asked about the bicycle, Song Yuancheng smiled wryly: "Who else can it belong to here, mine."

"What's the situation with it? It's scrapped?"

"One day last year, I rode it on the street. To avoid a big board, it got under a bus. It was run over by the bus. The front and rear rims were damaged and the big frame was bent. It became like that. Repair It's gone."

Wan Feng walked over to help the deformed bicycle and observed it carefully.

From the front of the car logo, it can be seen that this is a Baishan brand bicycle produced by Shenyang. The car chain has rusted badly.

The rim can be flattened, and the inner and outer car belts can be changed. The only thing that is uncertain is the big frame. If the car is not repaired properly, it will definitely go off track.

"Sell it? Say a price and I'll buy it."

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(End of this chapter)