Rebirth of the 80s New Farmer

Chapter 672

In [-], after the Third Plenary Session of the Eleventh Central Committee made it clear that the future domestic strategic center should be shifted to economic construction, a large number of domestic military enterprises will face the situation of military-to-civilian transformation.

As one of the military enterprises, Jialing Factory also faced such a problem. After careful consideration, the director at the time made a major decision to make motorcycles.

The factory set up an inspection team and conducted inspections in Yugoslavia and Japan in Europe.

At that time, Yugoslavia broke off diplomatic relations with China for more than 20 years, and had no impression of China at all. They put forward harsh conditions so that the people in Jialing Factory dispelled the idea of ​​​​importing motorcycle technology from Yugoslavia.

So they purchased three Honda PA50 motorcycles after their investigation in Japan.

Back in China, Jialing Factory began to study motorcycles for the National Day gift in [-]. Without blueprints, professional equipment, and most of the materials were not correct, it was imitated by surveying and mapping like gourds and scoops. Old-fashioned equipment and hammers and it only took five months to build five prototypes before the National Day.

On the National Day that year, five Jialing CJ50s appeared in Tiananmen Square, causing a great sensation.

The CJ50 that Wan Feng sees now is their imitation product, but it is no longer a product made by himself alone, but a product of cooperation with the Honda factory.

Wan Feng wanted to buy two motorcycles, one of which was to be disassembled by the machinery factory.

Back then, Jialing Factory could knock out motorcycles with a hammer, so he thought they could do the same.

Even if there is no eighth-level craftsman in Wahou Machinery Factory, there are now three level-[-] craftsmen and one seventh-level craftsman. Wan Feng believes that this is enough.

After all, the 50 engine is relatively simple.

The engine of the Jialing 50 motorcycle has a lot in common with the Jialing 70 engine. If you can knock out the 50 from the engine, then maybe you can knock out the 70 from the engine.

If you can knock out 90, you may be able to knock out 100 and 125 and take out [-].

Wan Feng took it for granted that he was obsessed.

But now getting those two bikes back is the problem.

The tricycle went back, and the two motorcycles would definitely not be able to be transported back with a passenger car, nor could they be ridden back, which was troublesome.

The motorcycle section of the hardware store was crowded with people looking at this small red novelty.

In this small county, apart from a few front and side three-wheel motorcycles, they really didn't see many two-wheel motorcycles.

The price of 40 yuan is for ordinary wage earners with a monthly salary of only [-] to [-] yuan. It will take two years to save enough money without eating or drinking. This is not affordable for ordinary people.

It has been three or four days since this motorcycle came into the house, and there are many people who have seen it, but none of them have been sold.

The person in charge of the train crew had a very bad face.

He was the one who strongly advocated the purchase of motorcycles. He saw that TV sets worth more than 500 yuan in the home appliance group were selling very well. He thought that motorcycles worth [-] yuan were not much more expensive than TVs, and they should be sold as well.

It seems a bit taken for granted now.

It's been four or five days and he hasn't sold a single one, even if he sells one to give him a little hope.

At this time, a half-grown young man with a face and hair came over: "I'm buying a motorcycle."

The person in charge of the train crew squinted at Wan Feng: "The kid is playing, don't make noise."

Who is the child of the horse seller? I am sixteen this year, and I am already a young man. What look do you have?
"I really want to buy motorcycles. I want to buy two."

While speaking, Wan Feng took out two stacks of money.

The cursing words that the person in charge of the train crew was about to blurt out were choked back by the two wads of money, making his throat hurt.

"I don't need a ticket to buy a motorcycle, but I don't have one if I want a ticket."

It stands to reason that tickets are also required to buy motorcycles, but now that the fight can't be sold, tickets are needed for a fart.

"You don't need a ticket." The person in charge had a smile on his face.

"You better stop laughing, it's really ugly." Wan Feng said while counting the money, and he counted [-] yuan.

Although Wan Feng said that he had an ugly smile, the guy was not angry at all, and he was still smiling as he watched the team members write out two receipts for the other party.

Wan Feng took the receipt to the cashier to pay.

When Wan Feng went to pay the money, the person in charge told the team members: "Hurry up and take out the prepared firecrackers, so that they can be released when the car leaves!"

After Wan Feng paid the money, he didn't pick up the car first. He asked Luan Feng to wait here for a while and then ran to Zhou Bingde's construction site about 500 meters away.

"What are you doing? Pulling a motorcycle?" Zhou Bingde asked with his hands behind his back and squinted his eyes. He looked like a big-name chicken shit.

"Godfather, I bought two motorcycles and I can't get them back. Hurry up and get one of your cracked motorcycles back for me."

Zhou Bingde was not happy when he heard it: "Crack it? Let me beat you if you say one more word, let me beat you. How many are you taking advantage of...Wait a minute, you bought two motorcycles?"

Wan Feng nodded.

"You don't buy two motorcycles because you plan to ride one and drag the other." Last year, when he was chatting with Wan Feng, he talked about motorcycles. When selling motorcycles, he rode one and towed another.

Zhou Bingde stopped thinking about this.

"Of course not."

"Hey, I remember that you used to be a bullshit in front of me back then. If you want to ride one and drag the other, the bullshit is broken."

Unexpectedly, the old thief also thought about spanking on weekdays.

"Then you're going to be disappointed. Although it's not riding one to drag the other, it's riding one and dismantling one. The other one is bought and ready to be disassembled."

"What? Demolition!"

Zhou Bingde was furious. He was such a big cadre who went to see it several times and was not willing to spend money to buy it. This little prodigal not only bought it, but also planned to demolish it.

"You prodigal bastard, I think you want to go to heaven more and more, your parents are not here, it seems that I should beat you instead of them."

"Why are you cutting me? Besides, why are you cutting me?" Wan Feng asked suspiciously.

"You bought a new motorcycle and you have to dismantle it. If you don't cut it, who will you cut? Don't pull me, I will kick him."

That's what happened.

"Hehe, how can I build it without dismantling it and researching it?"

Of course, it has to be dismantled, how to understand the structural principle and material composition of the vehicle without dismantling.

Zhou Bingde froze when he stretched out his foot: "You want to build a motorcycle?"

"Of course, when I finish building the motorcycle, I promise to honor you with one."

Zhou Bingde's face immediately turned from anger to joy: "Really? It's about the same. Then I can wait to ride your motorcycle."

"Don't worry! If you can't ride in [-], you can ride in [-] anyway."

"[-]? Little bastard, you're playing with me! At that time, I might have died a long time ago, and I'm still riding a fucking motorcycle!"

"Hey, just kidding, no later than next year, you are guaranteed to be able to ride the motorcycle we built."

It took Jialing Factory five months to produce a motorcycle, so even if they were close, it took six months for the head office to do it!If it is not enough for six months, it will definitely be possible for seven months.

　I have to go to the hospital in the afternoon, so I got up early this morning to write more.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)