Rebirth of the New Farmers in the 1980s

This can't be blamed on these managers' cowardice. A happy motorcycle costs two thousand or several hundred yuan, which is really unaffordable for ordinary people.

They really can't afford this responsibility if they can't sell it back and cause a backlog.

"Then you go to Bohai City to have a look, there will definitely be some for sale in Bohai City."

"Aren't I free, I go to Bohai to buy a motorcycle and ride back?"

"You can find Bohai's cart to pull goods back and forth."

"Yes, I think about it."

"Think about it for yourself. I still have to do things. I have a lot of things to do today."

Wan Feng bid farewell to Xia Qiulong, rode a motorcycle to the Wujiaohua store, and went straight to Jiang Zhuoxiu.

Jiang Zhuoxiu probably went to fight with someone again, and there was no sign of him at the counter.

He Xu was there, lying listlessly on the counter, with ghostly music coming from behind him.

He Xu's tape recorder was finally fitted with a self-made case, which was so ugly that it almost surpassed the Guinness Book of World Records.

In Wan Feng's words, it would be more comfortable not to put on the shell.

Moreover, the sound quality of the tape recorder he had saved up was too bad. Ula Ula's was full of noise, and it was only a few bases worse than the tape recorder made by Wan Feng.

He Xu didn't know that the tape recorder that could be seen on the market was made by Wan Feng himself, and it was still displayed in front of Wan Feng.

"How about watching my tape recorder?"

Wan Feng curled his lips: "It's been more than a year, and your tape recorder is so bad? What are you listening to?"

"There are always noises, it can't be fixed."

"Look at your shell. It's ugly and beautiful. I've seen it swaying around from such a distance. Can there be no noise? Let me teach you a trick. Go find some asphalt and pour it into the shell. Shaked."

He Xu blinked: "Can it work?"

"You'll know if you try it, where is Jiang Zhuoxiu?"

He Xu pointed to the other side of the store, and Wan Feng saw Jiang Zhuoxiu working on the counter of another group.

Wan Feng turned around and went to look for Jiang Zhuoxiu.

"Uncle Jiang!"

Jiang Zhuoxiu obviously still remembered Wan Feng, and nodded towards Wan Feng.

"You don't sell TVs here yet?" Wan Feng didn't see any TVs appearing on their counters.

Jiang Zhuoxiu froze for a moment: "Do you want to buy a TV?"

Wan Feng nodded.

"Our manager hesitated and dared not enter. He said that something worth more than 500 yuan was afraid that it would not be sold."

These leaders are really a bunch of useless materials, don't they even have such a little guts?

"Is there any sale in the department store?"

Jiang Zhuoxiu shook his head: "These companies are all looking at you, and no one should be the first bird."

Wan Feng was very disappointed.

"So they're not going to be on the TV?"

"It's definitely going to come in. Based on the virtues of those people, it's probably the end of the year. Don't count on it now."

Forget it, I also saved money.

Wan Feng didn't waste any more time here, said goodbye to Jiang Zhuoxiu and drove to the printing factory, and found Yuan Hai through the person on duty in the reception room.

Of course Yuan Hai knew why Wan Feng came here, and ordered someone to bring out a big cardboard box and throw it into the cart.

This is the tractor manual and brochure that Wan Feng asked Yuan Hai to print.

Wan Feng picked up a brochure and looked at it.

The printing of the brochure is still very exquisite, but it is only limited to the level of 1981.

The cover is a red tractor, the front of the tractor is slightly upturned, as if it is about to spread its wings and fly.

Of course, this is not a photo of the real thing, but only drawn by Wan Feng.

Because tractors did not have tires at that time, it would be ugly to take pictures. Besides, even the pictures were black and white, not as good as his colorful paintings.

The first page inside contains photos of certificates from various countries, and the next page contains various promotional slogans.

Blow the tractor almost to catch up with the car.

The advertisements in it were all written by Wan Feng himself. Every car must have a way to the front of the mountain, and there must be a way because of the road.

Their tractor registered trademark is Inna River,

He used this advertisement first, and let the future Toyota catch it.

Wan Feng handed over the printing money to Yuan Hai, and asked about the couplets along the way.

"When will your couplets be printed?"

"It must be Dongyue anyway, it's useless to come down early."

"I still want 10,000 sets. Don't forget, it's best to send them to my home."

Yuan Hai could still do this.

After finishing the work here, Wan Feng brought those promotional materials to the third destination: Hongya County Agricultural Machinery Company.

After a little trouble, Wan Feng met Manager Pan of the Agricultural Machinery Company.

Manager Pan sat lazily behind the desk, blowing the fan constantly, looking sweaty and impatient.

"Your factory wants to sell tractors?"

Wan Feng respectfully handed the tractor brochure to Manager Pan's desk: "Manager Pan, this is the product introduction of the small four-wheel tractor produced by our tractor factory. of."

Manager Pan glanced at the brochure lightly, but didn't pick it up to read it.

"Where is your factory?"

"Warrior Commune will send the Weida Team to the Wahou Squad."

"Our county? Can our county manufacture tractors?"

What's so great about building a tractor? If there are enough supporting projects, I will show you how to build a Santana.

"How much is the factory price of your tractor?"

"The ex-factory price of the front is 3,000 yuan, and the ex-factory price of the trailer is 800 yuan. If the company can buy more than ten sets at one time, we can get a discount of 100 yuan for one set."

Manager Pan tapped his fingers on the table and thought for a long time before saying, "3000 yuan per set, the car is sold and the bill is settled."

Wan Feng was a little dumbfounded. Did you say that people in the early 1980s were all simple?

"Manager Pan, we only made a profit of about 1,000 yuan for this set of cars, and you cut off 800 yuan at once, and you made 200 yuan by cooperating with us to sell products worth more than 3,000 yuan?

"Is two hundred yuan not enough? Comrade, our workers only earn thirty yuan a month, and you can earn two hundred by selling a set of cars, which is already huge profits."

Huge profit your sister!

"Manager Pan, our factory is just starting out. We can't wait for the car to be sold before giving money. We need cash to pick up the goods, otherwise we won't be able to turn around."

"Cash? I can only give you two thousand five for the car set."

Wan Feng took a deep breath, is this intentionally making things difficult?

"Manager Pan, once our products are launched in the market, the sales will be booming. Do you think about it again..."

"Don't think about it any more. My words count. If you want to enter our company's counter, it's what I just said."

Wan Feng stood up with a smile, went to the desk and put away the brochure.

"Manager Pan, excuse me!"

After speaking, Wan Feng turned and walked towards the door.

"Put your pamphlet here, I'll have time to read it."

With his back turned to Manager Pan, a sneer flashed across Wan Feng's face, and he cursed fiercely in his heart: Look at the chicken neck!

Without thinking, he pushed the door and walked out.

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