Rebirth of the New Farmers in the 1980s

Youngest Zheng looked at Wan Feng in amazement: "What are you going to do, brat? I tell you not to push people too much. If you are impatient, everyone will die."

"It's a big deal? It's a good thing for people to be bloody and courageous, but it depends on why. If it's to defend the country and defend the country, it's nothing to risk your life, but what kind of thing is this? You have to work hard? It's a bit promising Okay?"

A stern look flashed in Zheng Laosan's eyes, and he said ruthlessly, "You little brat also want to teach me a lesson? I beat Jiangshan!"

"I want to see your tiles." Wan Feng didn't want to hear Zheng Laosan bragging, so he interrupted him directly.

Zheng Laosan sat on the ground in a daze: "What are you going to do?"

"Just now I remembered that you said that you also made cement tiles, and they are the same as ours. You are infringing our patent. I want to see it."

Zheng Laosan was completely angry this time: "This is simply deceiving people too much. It is going to force us into a corner, doesn't it seem that we are not desperate?"

Although he didn't know what a patent was, he thought it wouldn't be a good thing.

Wan Feng didn't give Zheng Laosan a chance to be cruel, and interrupted him again: "I want to see the fineness and quality of the tiles you make. If they can meet my requirements, I can sell them for you."

"What?"

Zheng Laosan's anger was reduced by four points by this sentence.

"Let me say it again for the last time. If the quality of the tiles you produce can meet our standards, I can sell them on behalf of you. Do you understand? If you understand, then take me to have a look."

Zheng Laosan was the first to hear about the name of consignment sales, but he didn't understand what was going on for a while.

Looking at Zheng Laosan's puzzled eyes, Wan Feng shook his head.

"Consignment sales is a form of business, just like doing business. We spend money to buy your products from you and resell them. Do you understand this time?"

"Isn't that speculative?"

Not bad, at least he understands speculation.

"Have you seen anyone catching speculators now?" Shenzhen is circled, so what kind of speculators are caught?

Zheng Laosan seemed to remember it well and shook his head.

"Can you lead the way this time?"

Zheng Laosan was silent for a while,

To a young man: "Zhuzi, take this little kid to the kiln to have a look, I'll go home first."

This guy's head probably hasn't turned the corner yet. It's a bit embarrassing for him to take the people who defeated them to see him after losing face. He probably has to hide for a while.

The guy named Zhuzi made a gesture of invitation to a village not far from the main road.

Wan Feng stepped onto the village road and turned back to Xia Qiulong who was following him, "Don't get such a group of people to follow, we're doing business, not ransacking the house, tell your brothers to disperse, what should we do?" What are you going to do?"

Xia Qiulong seemed uneasy, and asked worriedly, "Is this okay?"

"We are going to help them solve their problems. They have to welcome us with drums and gongs. Are you still afraid that they will beat us?"

Although these people's education level is not high, but no matter what, they still live on the edge of the city, and they still have knowledge and hearing, so they are not completely ignorant.

Wan Feng believed that they still knew what was important.

Xia Qiulong turned back and asked Xiao Wu and Liu He to leave with the brothers, and followed Wan Feng and Zhu Zi into Qianyao Village alone.

In front of Qianyao Village, there are several earthen kilns emitting green smoke.

Passing through these kilns is a simple site. It is obvious that this site has not been cultivated for a long time, and the fragrance of the land can still be vaguely smelled.

Some sheds mainly made of wooden brackets were built on the site, and Wan Feng saw at a glance that some of the sheds had finished cement tiles piled up in them, and some of the sheds contained semi-finished products that were in the process of curing.

Wan Feng went straight to the pile of finished tiles and reached out to pick up a piece of cement tile.

From the outside, there is almost no difference between the tiles made in the front kiln and the tiles made in the back, and they are exactly the same imitation.

Knocking on the tile surface and listening to the sound made by the tile, Wan Feng smiled unwittingly.

He picked up another tile and threw it on the ground, then slammed the tile in his hand on that tile.

With a bang, the tile shattered into several large pieces.

The fact that the tiles were not smashed into pieces shows that the quality is still acceptable, maybe not as good as the tiles behind the depression, but the gap is not too big.

He bent down and picked up a fragment, looked at the fragment and nodded.

"Go and call Zheng Laosan."

Someone left quickly, and Zheng Laosan came back a few minutes later, his face still not very good-looking.

"Brother Zheng, are you just saying here?"

"Why are you asking this?"

"Next, I'm going to talk about business, so of course I need someone who has the final say. If you don't mind what you say, please bring someone who has the final say." Wan Feng spoke bluntly.

"If you have anything to say, just tell me, I just have the final say."

Wan Feng glanced over the people in the front kiln: "Is what he said true?"

Zheng Laosan became angry: "You don't believe what I say?"

"Why should I trust you, you stupid man?"

"You..." Zheng Laosan started to stare again.

"The third brother is the one who has the final say in our kiln." The man named Zhuzi who led Wan Feng here testified.

Wan Feng nodded slightly: "That's good, Brother Zheng, we're going to talk about cooperation next, you'd better change your old face to a different expression, you look at it like a cooperation with frowning eyes, and you still look at it Like a highway robbery."

Zheng Laosan blew his beard and stared: "Why, do you still want me to smile?"

"Forget it, you're just a rotten piece of wood, you can express whatever expression you like. Now let's get down to business, how many sets of molds do you have now? I want to be honest and don't be so useless. "

"Four hundred sets."

The starting point is not low. Wahou only had 200 sets of molds when he first started.

The output of 400 sets of molds is more than 10,000 pieces a month, which is not bad.

"How much is your tile cost accounting?"

Zheng Laosan hesitated for a moment: "Five points five."

This is a bit ridiculous. When the technology was first mature, the cost was only five points. Now, with the increase in technical proficiency and experience, this value has become a little more than four points.

Wan Feng did not believe that the cost of this group of people who have been playing with tiles for decades would be higher than Wahou’s original value. Even if they had never fiddled with cement tiles before, the other experience accumulated in the past in firing tiles was beyond the reach of Wahou. .

"to be honest."

Zheng Laosan groaned for a while again: "Four to five."

This value should be reasonable.

"I said Brother Zheng, don't there be second and third constructions in the market without first construction? Why aren't these tiles sent there?"

"They can't trust this new thing, don't."

I see.

"I work on the principle that everyone earns money, you earn some, I earn some, hello, I am good, everyone is good, so, Brother Zheng, you heard clearly, I bought your tiles, and I will give you this quality The single chip price is seven cents, I will give you ten minutes to think about it, and we will sign a contract if you agree."

"What, seven points! This price"

Zheng Laosan fell into deep thought.

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