Rebirth of the New Farmers in the 1980s

As soon as he entered the door, two little milk dogs ran over, circling around Wan Feng's legs.

This is obviously a new puppy.

But it's a bit messed up to expect this thing to look after the home.

From the wing rooms on both sides of the yard, the characteristic rattling sound of sewing machines could be faintly heard.

The person who opened the door for Wan Feng was a man in his thirties, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, but the dense wrinkles on his forehead faintly revealed the vicissitudes he had experienced.

At the front door of his house, there was a rather pretty middle-aged woman who looked at Wan Feng warily, she should be the wife of the man in front of him.

"Big Brother, can I call you Big Brother? If not, I'll call you Uncle."

"whatever."

"Brother, what's your surname?" Wan Feng passed a cigarette while speaking.

"Is it okay to smoke outside?"

The man took Wan Feng's cigarettes, the fifty cents Phoenix, this kid is quite rich.

In order to show that he is a gangster, Wan Feng also smoked a cigarette, and the two people who had not met for more than three minutes smoked.

"Miangui's surname is Chu."

"Brother Chu, can't you produce a hundred pairs of pants a day? I have five or six buddies who are about the same age as me, and we can't do anything without bragging about a hundred pairs of pants."

The man's mouth twitched, one hundred! What a joke.

There are a total of five sewing machines in his home, and even black and white sewing machines can't produce a hundred sewing machines.

Where can they find such a mature sewing worker?

"It's really impossible to make this. Under normal circumstances, we can produce thirty or forty pieces a day."

According to the eight-hour working system, thirty or forty pairs of trousers is the output of five sewing machines, which is a reliable figure.

Wan Feng shook his head: "It's too small, neither of us can use this amount, can I have a look at your workshop?"

"It's okay for you to come in and take a look. There's nothing confidential about it."

Chu Guoyi led Wan Feng into a room on the left.

Even though it was daytime, the room was lit, and there were three sewing machines in this wing.

Wan Feng still admired Chu Guoyi very much. At least he could get so many sewing machines, but he couldn't buy them even if he had money.

Luan Feng will expand the factory building next year, so he will naturally need machines. Without machines, it's still a garment factory.

Are you going to Bohai City by yourself? The Jinjin factory is located in Bohai. Even if you can't get the whole machine, the workers in the factory will definitely be able to make parts. Buy parts and assemble them?

This plan can be considered.

If I can't make it happen this winter, I really need to go to the Bohai Sea.

There is a woman working on the three sewing machines, which naturally make trousers.

There are only two sewing machines in the right wing room, but the vacant space is not idle. There is a big table there, which is bigger than a snooker table.

Two women are cutting around the table, and two other women are ironing the finished trousers on the other side of the table.

There is a layer of kraft paper on the ground next to it, and some cloth is piled on it.

Wan Feng came out after just a quick glance. There was nothing secret about each of the clothing workshops. He was very familiar with this industry now and he could tell how much the other party weighed at a glance.

"Brother Chu, I don't deserve your ten or eight pairs of trousers. Why don't you make more and save them for me?"

Chu Guoyi shook his head: "I'm afraid I won't be able to keep this. Now the goods are coming out very fast, and those who get the goods will not agree."

At this moment, there was another knock on the door, and then someone shouted outside: "Old Chu, relatives are here to visit."

"Look, this is here to get the goods."

It turned out that visiting relatives was their secret code!

Chu Guoyi's wife hurried to the door and opened it.

A middle-aged woman came in: "Sister, are you in stock?"

The Chu Guoyi woman looked back at Chu Guoyi.

Chu Guoyi looked at Wan Feng.

Wan Feng knew that he was here to get the goods, and he also knew what Chu Guoyi meant when he saw him.

Unexpectedly, this guy has a bit of morality.

"It's useless for me to take eight or ten items.

If anyone comes to pick up the goods, give them to others. "

Then Chu Guoyi said to the woman: "There are more than ten more, take them to Sister Cai."

Then Chu Guoyi's wife took Sister Cai into the right wing room.

"Brother Chu, it seems that we can't sell your pants for the time being. We will come back when your production volume increases."

"That's fine, I welcome you, little brother, anytime."

When Wan Feng walked to the door, he turned around and said something that made Chu Guoyi puzzled: "Brother Chu, maybe we will cooperate soon, goodbye!"

Chu Guoyi looked at Wan Feng's leaving back, a little confused.

Back on the avenue, Xia Qiulong met him and asked, "How is it?"

"Basically, I figured it out. It is a small family workshop like us. Five sewing machines can produce 30 to 40 pieces a day. It doesn't pose a threat to us, so there is no need to take it to heart."

Xia Qiulong was relieved. Xin Li had already earned hundreds of dollars from selling pants in the past two months. Of course, he didn't want to be affected by this way of making money.

When they got down to the bottom of the slope, Wan Feng broke up with Xia Qiulong and Lu Jian, using the excuse that he was waiting for the bus here.

It's almost noon now, and the tractor has already gone back. If he wants to go back, he can only take a bus.

After Xia Qiulong and Lu Jian left, Wan Feng turned his head to the south and walked about two miles to Shuangtuimo Village.

Zhang San didn't stand up on the kang today, but was walking on the street in front of his house, which was beyond Wan Feng's expectation.

The two sat down on the stone in front of Zhang San's house.

"I want a hundred digital watches. Whatever you do, I'll see them on Wednesday."

Zhang San was taken aback: "Did you sell those 50 watches last time?" You sold 50 electronic watches in just a week? This is simply impossible, but what would he do if he didn't sell it?

"Not yet, but it's half sold, so I'm going to restock."

More than 20 watches were sold in a week, so the market was opened by this humble kid? Such a big market was occupied by this kid?

Zhang San's eyeballs rolled a few times.

"Brother Wan, after I gave you the goods last time, I went to Bohai again, and now the prices of the goods have increased."

price goes up?

Wan Feng immediately frowned. This is impossible. Since the electronic watch entered the mainland market, except for a few fluctuations in the early stage, it has generally gone all the way down. Five yuan each.

Prices in the retail market have been falling all the way, so there is no reason for wholesalers to increase?

Wan Feng glanced at Zhang San with the corner of his eyes, and found that this guy's face was a little unnatural, and his eyeballs were still evasive.

The price of this product is not a temporary price increase because you have opened up the market, right?

"How much did that increase?"

"One rose by two yuan."

Hearing the price, Wan Feng understood in his heart.

In 1980, the wholesale price of an item that originally cost a few yuan was increased by two yuan at a time. You are just kidding me!

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