Rebirth of the 80s New Farmer

The workers in their factory are eagerly waiting for the news of whether the product is qualified, and once they are qualified, they will start working at full speed.

"Uncle Xiao, load all these tractors that have been produced, and now we are waiting for Shenyang Sutun Agricultural Machinery Company to pick up the trucks."

Being delayed by Wei Chunguang for more than an hour, it was almost nine o'clock when Wan Feng rode his motorcycle to the county seat again.

Wan Feng came to the county town half an hour later and first delivered the goods to Xia Qiulong.

Xia Qiulong counted 3000 yuan to Wan Feng, and then asked, "Is your tractor finished?"

"Are you really going to buy it?"

"The tractors that deliver bricks to you all stop in winter. When I go to your place to pick up the goods, do I ride a bicycle? Not to mention, how much can a bicycle carry?"

It's true, if you want to carry clothes, you can use a bicycle, but it's not good to carry shoes, because shoes are much heavier than clothes.

"Are there no motorcycles in the store? It's the kind of happiness 250. There should be some for sale?"

Xia Qiulong shook his head: "No."

After all, Hongya County is too small, and department stores and hardware stores probably dare not enter, fearing that they will not be able to sell.

These people are afraid of wolves and tigers, and have no pioneering spirit at all.

Chapter 552 Look at the Chicken Neck

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, saying 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 [-].

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's registered trademark is Innahe. 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.