Rebirth of the 80s New Farmer

This engine is obviously larger than the engine of the 50 motorcycle by two laps. It sits quietly on the ground, and a bearded master is working on the cylinder head.

Zhang Shiqian rolled his eyes twice, straightened up and pulled Wan Feng out of the small building.

"Brother, this motorcycle should be very expensive, right?"

This motorcycle is obviously much taller than the 50 motorcycle, but it also means that the cost is high. Similarly, a high cost means a high price, and a high price also means a high profit.

He preliminarily estimated that the profit of this motorcycle was more than 50 yuan, and it might reach [-] yuan. This is far from the scale he sold for [-] yuan for [-] yuan.

Wan Feng nodded: "Its price is not comparable to 50, the cost alone can be as high as the retail price of four or five 50."

Zhang Shiqian gasped, the cost of a car is five or six thousand!How much does it cost?

"Then how much will it sell for when it goes public in the future?"

"Eight or nine thousand."

"So expensive! Can this be sold?"

Wan Feng looked at Zhang Shiqian like an idiot: "It's normal to say this from the mouth of ordinary people, but it's not good to say it from the mouth of an international boss like you. Do you think it won't sell?"

Of course it can be sold, and the supply is still in short supply.

Zhang Shiqian has also been tossing around for many years. He doesn't understand what's going on with some products. Its price is far beyond people's actual income. He thought it would be impossible to sell, but now it is like a flood. out.

Take the VCRs that are becoming popular now, five or six thousand ones are not a necessity in life, but they are sold, and the sales are very high.

I don't know who bought it.

"Hey! Let me tell you, brother, if you have finished researching this motorcycle, what do you think about handing over the agency right in the south to my brother?"

Zhang Shiqian has made a lot of money with his products after his downfall in the past few years.

Especially for Wei 50 and motorcycles, the supply is simply in short supply, and only one batch is taken back. He has moved his mind to start a factory in the south after tinkering.

Now seeing the motorcycle Wan Feng was developing, he quickly felt that another opportunity to make a fortune had come.

Wan Feng didn't answer Zhang Shiqian's words directly, but touched his stomach: "Oh, I didn't eat in the morning, why are you hungry before noon today?"

What the hell, it's past nine o'clock and you're so hungry!

"Coincidentally, I didn't eat in the morning, why don't we go and eat something, brother please."

"Bullshit! It's such a shitty meal, it's convenient if there are instant noodles at this time, and a bowl of noodles can take care of it until noon."

Zhang Shiqian understood, I said why did this bastard take him to see the motorcycle, it turned out that he was waiting for him here.

Isn't the lice on this bald man's head obvious? If the instant noodle equipment is not given to him at the scrap price, the agency right of this motorcycle will be terrible.

Zhang Shiqian patted Wan Feng on the shoulder: "Brother, let's stop beating around the bush, okay? That set of instant noodle equipment cost me [-] yuan, so why don't I transfer a penny to you?"

"Oh! Is Nagada waste so expensive in Dongguang? I guess the set of instant noodle equipment only weighs three to four tons. The waste price in Dongguang is more than 2 a ton? All the waste products are collected and transported to Dongguang. I estimate that there is no pressure to earn [-] to [-] yuan this trip. This is better than my research on motorcycles. I have to invest countless manpower and funds in my research on motorcycles. And I don't know when it will be successful, there are so many things..."

"All right, all right, don't think about it, Brother Bawan got your letter, right?"

"There is still a future for dumping waste products in Dongguang."

"It's really [-]! My brother said that the scrap price is the price that scrap companies charge for scrap iron!"

"Although it's not the price that scrap companies charge for scrap iron, [-] is definitely not worth it. I guess it's as high as [-] to [-]."

"[-] to [-]? I want as much as you have, [-] is not a penny less, and my brother and wife will lose it. How about this, [-]! Brother will give you a Panasonic video recorder."

"Oh! You still have this thing in your hand?"

Zhang Shiqian was triumphant.

"Do you have any belts?" Wan Feng asked wretchedly.

"What do you bring?"

"It's just a life entertainment movie."

"You know this as well?"

"Bring a few books with the machine, and my daughter-in-law and I will study."

"Damn it, you can speak so confidently about that belt, what about my motorcycle agency?"

"It depends on the quality of the tape. If the quality is good, there is no problem. If the quality is not good, you need to do more research."

What is the quality of this?You can see the parts clearly.

Chapter 921 Why Does Fahai Have No Side

Wan Feng never dreamed that he bought a new set of instant noodle equipment for 8 yuan and picked up a video recorder for nothing.

The weather was fine today, and the pie that fell was a bit big, which made him a little dizzy, and he arrived at the garment factory in a daze.

"You seem to be very wrong, do you have a fever?"

"Who has a fever? Who has a fever? I'm healthy!"

"But I always feel that there is something wrong with you."

In the garment factory office, Luan Feng quickly discovered Wan Feng's anomaly, and Jiang Min also noticed it.

"The spirit is a little high." This is Jiang Min's assertion.

"Hey, Zhang Shiqian gave me a video recorder for nothing, of course I'm happy."

"Video recorder? The one advertised on TV?"

Wan Feng nodded: "That's it."

"What's the use? Isn't it the same as watching TV?" Jiang Min scorned.

"It's the same as watching TV? The video recorder can see naked buttocks fighting and dancing. Can you see it on TV?"

"War and dance with bare buttocks? Luan Feng! Your guy's speech will become more and more accurate in the future. Who fights and dances with bare buttocks?"

Wan Feng let out a wretched laugh: "Drink, drink, sister Min! You and your little Yan didn't dance with bare buttocks? Why don't I believe it at all?"

"Why don't we do such a thing?" Jiang Min looked upright.

"Bah! Where did you non-dancing children come from? Don't tell me they were dug out of the pit, dug out of the earth."

Jiang Min finally understood this time, and blushed: "Bah bah! Smelly rascal!"