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When he said this, everyone laughed.

Lu Huai'an was also very curious, Xu Jingye didn't say that the clothes were a big gift before: "Okay, let's go!"

He's not a tangled person, and it's not interesting to keep in mind the point in front of him.

Having said this, it means that this matter has passed.

It's just that Lu Huai'an still thinks about those clothes from time to time. After thinking about it, he will tell Shen Ruyun that those clothes should be thrown away.

Sure enough, making clothes is the most correct decision, and the clothes you make yourself are safe and secure.

Zhang Zhengqi didn't take them to the pier, but turned around, and finally stopped in front of a bungalow.

Far away from the city, it is very quiet, with a reed field on the left.

The waterways are vertical and horizontal, and the rivers and ponds are densely covered. This one-story house is hidden in the middle of a wasteland, and no one can bring the real person to find a place.

"Wait a while, I'll call someone."

Watching him go first, Lu Huaian lit a cigarette.

No matter how Uncle Qian looked at it, he couldn't see anything iconic in this piece: "If he throws us here, we really won't be able to walk back."

"So what can be put here should really be a good thing." Lu Huai'an was smoking a cigarette and narrowed his eyes: "Guess what?"

After thinking about it carefully, Uncle Qian hesitated: "Sewing machine?"

Lu Huaian smiled and shook his head: "Just take out the sewing machine generously, it doesn't need to be so complicated."

Not really.

Although sewing machines are still few now, they are not as expensive as they used to be.

Workers and families work hard, save a little money, and even bite the bullet and buy one.

Usually, when they come to buy goods, Zhang Zhengqi will directly carry the burden to them.

Uncle Qian frowned, and looked away at the reeds that hadn't been whisked away: "There is water down there. If you go out this way, you should be able to go to the river...or the sea?"

After all, it's a coastal city!

"No accident, this is how they bring things in."

Thinking of this, Uncle Qian grinned: "Then I thought, it should be something rather rare, a machine or something? Or a lot of fabric? It's not very easy to transport anyway."

If it weren't for that, they wouldn't have to wait until they got the truck.

Lu Huaian put down his cigarette and lifted his chin: "It should be fine, they're here."

The walls of the yard are built higher than the house, and the gate is a heavy iron gate, which is full of defense.

He opened the door and went in, and there were several big dogs inside, majestic.

"Ha, this dog is really powerful." Uncle Qian thought of the two stupid dogs that Guoguo was playing with, and wanted to laugh: "The hair is smooth and smooth."

"That's not right." The old man who opened the door squinted and smiled: "Brother, don't reach out, this dog is trained."

Zhang Zhengqi was afraid that they would be greedy and touch them, and added: "If they really bite, don't touch them. They are all fed raw meat."

So cruel!

Pushing open the heavy door, it was pitch black inside.

Pulling the brakes, the lights went on all the way.

His eyes suddenly lit up, and Lu Huai'an raised his hand to cover it for a second or two before he got used to it.

The surrounding windows were all sealed, and the oil cloth was tightly covered.

The light from outside could not penetrate at all, and the ground inside was covered with thick sawdust.

"Don't worry, there is a place for ventilation in the front and back, follow me this way." The old man walked forward without looking back: "Don't smoke here."

Lu Huaian and Uncle Qian quickly said no.

In my heart, I was really surprised: what is it? It's so mysterious.

The bungalow is very long, and there is a narrow road on the left side, which makes it easy to walk.

There are many tall guys in the middle, all covered with oilcloth, so you can't see what's inside.

"Don't look here, you don't need it." The old man hoarsely asked them to follow: "What you want is ahead."

This walk takes several minutes.

Lu Huai'an secretly remembered that he had passed a total of seven such big things.

"It's here." The old man coughed and told them to wait.

Zhang Zhengqi looked back at them and grinned happily: "Are you looking forward to it?"

"It's all here, why don't you say what it is?"

"Hehe." Zhang Zhengqi intends to make a fool of himself, so how could he say, "Immediately, you'll know right away, anyway, this time is definitely what you want."

He reassured that it would not be the same as yesterday.

Is it what they want?

Lu Huai'an pondered for a while, and a trace of anticipation really welled up in his heart.

Hope this time, Xu Jingye won't let him down.

The old man opened all three corners of the tarpaulin, and went around to open the last corner.

Accompanied by the sound of rinsing the oilcloth, everyone's eyes lit up.

A huge machine, shining brightly.

Even if you don't know what it is, you know it's expensive.

Uncle Qian's eyes lit up with excitement: "Good stuff! What is this?"

"Combing machine, foldable straight cotton combing machine, straight wool combing machine." Zhang Zhengqi looked at Lu Huaian with a smile and tilted his head: "How is it, do you like it?"

Lu Huai'an was stunned, looked at it carefully, and confirmed that he didn't understand it.

But he couldn't help looking at it again and again, and was pleasantly surprised: "I like it, I like it very much."

"Last time you asked me to find a machine for making wool, but I couldn't find it." Zhang Zhengqi grinned and patted the combing machine: "Heyman has a few of this stuff, it was bought last year, they thought it was too bad. The functions overlapped, the operation was not fast enough, and it was replaced."

In Heyman, of course, it's not a good thing.

If you take it to Nanping...

Lu Huai'an thought about it in his heart, and narrowed his eyes: "How much is this one?"

"One thousand nine."

Just as he was about to touch Uncle Qian, he subconsciously retracted his hand as if he had been scalded.

At this, Lu Huai'an couldn't help laughing: "I didn't bring so much money."

"I know." Zhang Zhengqi also laughed, telling them not to look at this one, but the other one: "This straight-stacked cotton comber can be a little cheaper, 1,000 yuan, and a deposit."

They have exactly one thousand left.

How could there be such a coincidence? Uncle Qian glanced at Zhang Zhengqi subconsciously.

"Actually, there are also furryers in the mainland, but they are all groomed manually."

Zhang Zhengqi has obviously done his homework on these, and it is very familiar at this time.

"Into the wool, wash it carefully, and then wait for it to dry, then take a needle to comb. The clean wool is combed into strips of wool, and the carding board combs out the weeds in the hair, and combs the washed wool into a mesh. ." Zhang Zhengqi pointed step by step, and roughly stroked the process of the combing machine: "After the hair is stretched and thinned, twist it, and do it over and over again. In the end, the thread becomes thinner and thinner, and the twist becomes more and more twisted. solid."

In general, the steps are similar.

Lu Huai'an nodded: "But it's definitely faster to use a machine."

"of course."

The old man grinned: "There are several kinds of furs, and only the most genuine furs can be made manually. They are all wool, but how can you make money."

Collecting wool, cleaning these processes, which one is not money.

The combing machine is different. The old man pointed to the machine: "You can add other materials, wool + chemical fiber, and it can also be regarded as wool."

It's just a side shot. The styles that come out are actually similar, but the prices are very different, and the raw material consumption is not so big.

For today's Chinese people, they just like the stiff shape of the wool, the fashionable style, and the amount of wool raw material. In fact, the requirements are not so high.

Lu Huaian lowered his eyes and pondered for a moment.

They can't make woolen clothes now because the textile factory lacks such a machine.

The director of the textile factory actually wanted to be bigger and stronger, but he couldn't get new machines, so he could only make some ordinary and simple fabrics. The blowers were the worst kind, so cotton fabrics were often unqualified.

"This machine can also make cotton cloth, right?"

Zhang Zhengqi was stunned for a moment, then smiled: "Of course! This can do anything, it's just a little overkill."

Lu Huai'an was not a troubled person either. He confirmed that this machine was what he wanted: "What is the total price? I want this machine."

What?

Asking Zhang Zhengqi and the others to wait, Uncle Qian pulled Lu Huaian aside worriedly: "We don't have that much money..."

"I know, he didn't just say, you can give a deposit first."

The deposit is also not enough. Uncle Qian frowned: "This machine is towed back, and we will put it in the textile factory?"

Of course, this combing machine is not enough to make fabrics. There are a lot of processes behind it, and they can't do it themselves.

Uncle Qian thinks it's a big loss. They paid for it, and the machine is used by others?

"Of course it won't be given for free." Lu Huai'an said confidently, "And the fabrics we produce can only be supplied to our family. Think about it, this profit?"

Now I start making woolen fabrics. When the new styles come out in autumn, what will Huaiyang do to fight them?

Uncle Qian thought about it carefully, and it seemed to be the following logic: "Well, let's do it."

After the matter was finalized, Lu Huai'an paid a deposit of 1,000 yuan, and agreed to drag the machine back first and pay the final payment in three batches.

The old man obviously had never encountered such a thing, and from time to time he slanted his eyes to Zhengqi.

Pretending to not know their Ji Feng, Lu Huai'an signed the contract with a simple and honest face.

After he came out, Zhang Zhengqi didn't want to hide the money from them: "My brother paid the money first, and he also thought that you were doing things safely and treated it as a shareholding, so you just need to pay back two batches, and the last batch is to inject funds, which will be given to you at the end of the year. It's good for him to pay dividends."

"Okay." Lu Huai'an agreed in one go~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Even if Xu Jingye didn't mention it, he originally wanted to give him a dividend.

Without him, Xu Jingye really has some skills. With a little profit, it is really worth it to be able to pull him into the camp.

Now that Xu Jingye is so advanced, it saves him any more trouble.

Uncle Qian was quite puzzled. He wondered how Xu Jingye did things in a twisted way: "Why didn't he mention it yesterday?"

"I'm sorry, haha." Zhang Zhengqi turned around and grinned: "He said if you just want to make some quick money, he doesn't need to get involved."

If they dare to accept clothes worth 1,000 yuan with hot money, it means they are short-sighted and the road will only get narrower and narrower.

What is the prospect of cooperation with such a person?

But Lu Huai'an refused, which showed that he really had some discernment. Only when such a person does things can he be reliable and go a long way.

"But don't worry, he's not malicious. If you asked for that batch of clothes yesterday, he wouldn't give it to the one who got sick." Zhang Zhengqi restrained his smile and sighed: "But it's also from abroad. Yes, everyone calls these foreign garbage."

Foreign countries are rubbish, but domestic ones are treasures.

Lu Huai'an stepped on the bicycle hard, gritted his teeth and said, "One day, our garbage will be treasured abroad."

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