Rebirth of the 80s New Farmer

This time, there was no need to peek at what Luan Feng was looking at. The woman came out of the workshop just now, holding a few things that looked like ledgers while walking and looking at them, walking towards the office without raising her head.

Wan Feng didn't say anything, just looked at Luan Feng quietly.

Doctors Liu and Doctor Wang in the clinic on the left put their heads on the window and looked at Wan Feng and Luan Feng, probably waiting to watch a play.

Luan Feng almost felt something when he was almost at the door of the office. He stopped and looked up.

Several changes appeared on Luan Feng's face in just a few seconds, she was puzzled, shocked and pleasantly surprised.

The notebook in his hand was thrown away like a goddess scattering flowers, and the person shot out like a cannonball.

Wan Feng took several steps back from the impact. He wondered if there was a tractor hidden on this guy with such a powerful force.

Luan Feng didn't care about the mood of the audience at all, and flew directly to Wan Feng's body, laughing haha.

The two doctors and the two patients in the clinic also laughed loudly.

Wan Feng slapped Luan Feng hard, and then turned his head to the two doctors on the window of the clinic: "I'm sorry, my daughter-in-law has a head problem, you don't have brain recovery or something to give her something to drink."

Luan Feng got off Wan Feng: "What are you talking about? Don't look at me as soon as you get back, you need to recover from your brain! Let's go into the house and make out, and don't let them watch nonsense." Pulling Wan Feng into the office .

Then it's formulaic.

"did you miss me?"

"Think about it!"

"Do you miss me every day?"

"Think about it!"

"Do you miss me all the time?"

"Think about it!"

"Hmph! The answer is not emotional at all, it must be because I didn't think about it!"

Wan Feng followed Tulu subconsciously and said, "I didn't think so!"

"Ah! How dare you miss me!" The man rushed forward to bite someone.

Wan Feng quickly blocked it: "I'll bite it when I get home at night, it's not good for people to see here!"

Chapter 9 and One Created Foreign Exchange

Luan Feng rested her hands on the table, put her chin on the crossed hands, tilted her head and stared at Wan Feng.

"Look at the hair, and look handsome again."

"In my eyes, you are the most handsome man. It's just that you don't write a letter first when you come back. You always pop out so suddenly." Luan Feng complained.

"Don't you like surprises? My mission is to surprise you."

"As long as you have a lot of ideas, how many days will you stay this time?"

"It's been a long time. I'm going to wait until the school starts in September this time. I have to build a factory, install and debug all the equipment, and carry out product research and development."

If I remember correctly, Jincheng also introduced a set of AX100 production line and technology from Suzuki this year, and their products will not be launched until around [-].

Damn Japanese stupid devils did a lot of things like this one girl looking for two husbands in the early days of the reform.

It must be listed ahead of Jincheng. The original Changchun Suzuki was launched in [-]. Wan Feng planned to launch his motorcycle in [-]. Even if Jincheng was listed in [-], the market at that time would be his.

At this time, he can still ride 70 motorcycles at the same time. By the time the country starts to restrict two-stroke motorcycles, he has made enough profits and accumulated enough technology. Maybe at that time he started to invest in the research of the 90 series.

"Really!" If it was a small surprise just now, this time it was a real big surprise. Luan Feng's eyebrows almost turned into birds and flew out.

"Of course it's true. If you have any heartfelt words, I'll talk about them when I get home tonight. There's plenty of time this time, so let's talk about the business first."

"What do you want to know?"

"Luo Zhongxing and Yan Ling recruited a few people for me, so my advertisement won't be for nothing, right?"

"It seems that a lot of people have been recruited. Once I heard Luo Zhongxing and Yan Ling say what level they are. I'm not sure about this. You have to ask Luo Zhongxing and Yan Ling."

Hearing that someone has been recruited, Wan Feng feels more at ease, as long as there are people, he is afraid that there will be no one.

It's easy for someone to do anything, and no one is playing a fart.

"How much did the plant construction take from you?"

Luan Feng opened the safe and took out an account book and handed it to Wan Feng: "It's all here, I can't think of you to read it yourself."

Wan Feng took the ledger and opened it, and saw Luan Feng's big swaying handwriting that could dance ten miles in the wind, his head immediately grew several times bigger.

Except for the Arabic numerals on it, he knew them, and they didn't know each other as long as they were related to the text.

Wan Feng had no choice but to count the Arabic numerals.

There are about five or six expenditures written on the ledger, all of which are 3 to [-], except for one of the largest expenditures of [-].

Each row of numbers is signed and handprinted below.

Wan Feng accumulated a bit, so far a total of 17 has been spent.

He estimated that the investment in the plant would be 30 yuan, which is more than half of the progress according to the current level of spending.

Wan Feng closed the ledger and returned it to Luan Feng.

Seeing that Wan Feng didn't seem to want to ask any more questions, Luan Feng was not happy: "Aren't you going to ask about the clothing factory?"

Wan Feng was surprised: "What's the matter with the garment factory? I don't even need to ask when you're in the garment factory."

Luan Feng became angry: "It's as if the garment factory is my own. If you don't pay for it, I won't bother to ask you."

"Huh? I hear you mean that the garment factory has made a fortune in the past few months, come here to show off to my husband."

"Tell you that we made a profit of 100 million in the first quarter."

Wan Feng was taken aback: "Rooted? Why are there so many?"

"The money was earned from those high-end garments. I took over a batch of export jobs, and the profits were quite high. In addition to the finishing workshop, I reorganized a group of people with the best skills to process these high-end garments. .”

"Where to exit?"

"Daily stupid devil."

"Who contacted you?" Exports have to be linked to foreign trade, and Wan Feng doesn't remember his connection with Hongya Foreign Trade.