Rebirth of the 80s New Farmer

The people in the crack of the door looked at him up and down: "Are you rich?"

Hearing this, Wan Feng felt that there was something to be said: "You're asking, I can come if I don't have money, and I'll recite it if I don't see the bag."

The door slammed shut.

Huh, is this a rejection?

They don't pay so much attention to themselves as a child.

After a few more minutes, the door opened again, revealing another pair of eyes, but it was not the same person just now, but this time a man was replaced.

"How much do you want to take?" His tone was firm.

"One hundred!"

Wan Feng obviously felt the other party tremble.

"not that much."

Of course I know that you don't have that many, and we didn't produce a hundred in a day.

Wan Feng asked, "Then how many do you have?"

"There are ten and eight, and there are no more."

Wan Feng shook his head: "What's the use of this thing? I'm not bragging. If I go to the market, all the sellers in the market will be thrown away. I can't say that I can beat ten by myself. Seven or eight are not a problem."

Those eyes obviously didn't believe it: "You are not a big braggart, but you can brag loudly. Tell me, what have you sold?"

It's time to blow the conch.

"I've sold a lot of things. I've sold popsicles and sodas, I've dumped fish by the sea, and I've dumped bills in the black market."

"Have you ever been in the black market?" The man didn't believe it.

"I have been in society since I was 11 years old. What's so great about going to the black market? You can ask me for any bills you want. As long as there are not many on the black market that I can't get, I promise to give you a discounted price."

"Do you know the three mice in the black market?"

"Three mice? You mean He Changsuo, Zhang Xirong, and Zheng Yu, the three piss thieves who specialize in distributing tickets?"

The man seemed to believe Wan Feng's words. Those who could directly name the three mice were basically old people on the black market. Most people really didn't know their real names.

"Have you ever fiddled with cloth tickets?"

"After I was upside down, I stopped upside down. It was too tiring to run to the countryside every day, and then I let the three mice upside down. By the way, do you believe me when I said that the three mice introduced me?"

The man didn't answer.

"Three mice said that it would be easy to mention his name here, so I'm here. If it doesn't work, see how I scold him when I go back. The bastard is fooling me."

The people inside the door were silent for a minute, and the door opened.

"come in."

Wan Feng entered, and the door slammed shut behind him.

Chapter 388 Zhang San's Business Experience

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 man who opened the door for Wan Feng was a man in his 30s, 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 hadn't met for more than 3 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.