Rebirth of the New Farmers in the 1980s

Zheng Lao San looked at Wan Feng in amazement: "What else do you do, bastard? Tell you not to push people too much, everyone will die if you are anxious."

"How big is the matter? It's a good thing for people to be **** and courageous, but it depends on why, if it is to defend the family and defend the country, it doesn't matter what you want, but what is it you have to work hard? Okay?"

A stern look flashed in Zheng Lao San's eyes, and he said cruelly: "You little milkman wants to teach Lao Tzu too? Lao Tzu fights the country"

"I want to see your tiles." Wan Feng didn't want to listen to Zheng Lao San's bragging, so he interrupted him directly.

Zheng Laosan sat down and said, "What are you going to do?"

"Just now I remember you said that you also made cement tiles, and like ours, you are infringing our patent, I want to see."

This time, Zheng Laosan is completely on fire: "This is simply deceiving people too much. It wants to force us to desperate, right? It doesn't seem to be desperate."

Although he doesn't know what the patent is, but it won't be a good thing to come.

Wan Feng didn't give Zheng Laosan a chance to be ruthless, and interrupted him again: "I want to see the fineness and quality of the tiles you make. If it can meet my requirements, I can sell for you."

"What?"

Zheng Lao San's anger was cut by four points by this sentence.

"I'll say it one last time. If the quality of the tiles you produce can meet our standards, I can sell them on behalf of you. If you understand? If you understand, take me to see."

The name Zheng Laosan is the first time I heard about it, but I haven't figured out what is going on.

Seeing this bewildered look in Zheng Lao San's eyes, Wan Feng shook his head.

"Consignment sales is a form of business, just like doing business, we spend money to buy your products from your hands, resell them, and then sell them. Understand this time?"

"Isn't that speculative?"

Not bad, at least he understands that speculation is inverted.

"Do you still see any speculations now?" There is a circle in Shenzhen and there are still speculations.

Zheng Laosan seemed to remember for a while, and shook his head.

"Can you lead the way this time?"

Zheng Laosan was silent for a while, and said to a young man: "Zhu Zi, you take this little child to the kiln factory to have a look, I will go home first."

This guy's head probably hasn't turned the corner yet. It's a bit embarrassing to take the people who defeated them to see the goods after losing face. It is estimated that he will have to hide for a while.

The guy called Zhuzi gestured to a village not far away from the road.

Wan Feng stepped onto the village road and turned around and said to Xia Qiulong who was following him: "Don't let such a group of people follow. We are going to do business, not to copy the house. Let your brothers be separated, what should we do? What are you going to do."

Xia Qiulong seemed to be worried, and asked worriedly, "Is this all right?"

"We are going to help them solve the problem. They have to welcome us with drums and gongs. Are you afraid that they will beat us?"

Although these people are not well-educated, they still live on the edge of the city, and they still have knowledge and hearsay, which are not ignorant.

Wan Feng believes that they still handle the importance.

Xia Qiulong turned around and asked Xiao Wu and Liu He to take the brothers away, and followed Wan Feng and followed the pillar into Qianyao Village alone.

In front of Qianyao Village, there are several earthen kilns with miaomiao smoke.

Passing through these kilns is a simple site. It is obvious that this site has not been reclaimed for a long time, and the fragrance of the land can still be faintly smelled.

Some sheds mainly made of wooden stents were built on the site. Wan Feng saw at a glance that some sheds were piled up with finished cement tiles, and some sheds had semi-finished products that were in the curing period.

Wan Feng walked straight to the pile of finished tiles and reached out to pick up a cement tile.

From the outside, the tiles made in the front kiln and the tiles made in the back are almost the same, they are exactly the same imitations.

Knock on the surface of the tile to listen to the sound made by the tile, and a smile is not easily scratched across Wan Feng's mouth.

He picked up another tile and threw it on the ground, then smashed the tile in his hand severely on the tile.

With a crash, the tiles shattered into several large pieces.

The tile is not broken into smashed shape, indicating that the quality is still passable. It may not be as good as the tile after the depression, but the gap will not be too big.

Bend down and picked up a fragment, looked at the broken place and nodded.

"Go and call Zheng Lao San."

Someone left quickly, and a few minutes later, Zheng Laosan dragged the floor, his complexion still not very good.

"Brother Zheng, are you the last word here?"

"What are you asking this for?"

"Next, I'm going to talk about business, of course, I want to have the final say. If you say no, please find the one who has the final say." Wan Feng said he was not polite.

"If you have anything, just tell me, I just have the final say."

Wan Feng's gaze swept over the people in the front kiln: "Is he true?"

Zheng Lao San became hot: "You don't believe me?"

"Why should I believe you, you stupid?"

"You" Zheng Laosan began to stare again.

"The third brother is the one in our kiln." The man named Zhuzi who led Wan Feng to testify.

Wan Feng nodded slightly: "That's it, Brother Zheng, next we're going to talk about cooperation. You'd better change your old face with a different expression. You look at it like a cooperation with your eyebrows and eyes. It's like a robbery."

Zheng Laosan blew his beard and stared: "Why, do you want me to smile?"

"Forget it, you are just a piece of rotten wood. You can express whatever expression you like. Now let's talk about business, how many sets of molds do you have now? I want to be honest, don't be utterly useless. "

"Four hundred sets."

The starting point is not low, and only two hundred sets of molds were first started after the depression.

400 sets of molds produce more than 10,000 pieces a month, which is not bad.

"What is your tile cost calculation?"

Zheng Laosan hesitated: "Five to five."

This is a bit of a nuisance. The cost was only five points after the initial technology was developed. Now with the increase in technical proficiency, this value has become a little more than four points.

Wan Feng didn’t believe that the cost of these people who fiddled with tiles for decades would be higher than the original value after Wa, even if they hadn’t fiddled with cement tiles before~www.NovelMTL.com~ but other experiences accumulated in the past were also The descendants of Wa cannot be compared.

"to be honest."

Zheng Laosan babbled for a while: "Four points and five points."

This value should be reasonable.

"I said Brother Zheng, don't the markets without the first construction also have the second and third construction, why not send these tiles there?"

"They can't believe in this new thing, don't."

That's it.

"My business philosophy is to make money, everyone makes money, you make some money, I make some money, hello and me, everyone is good, so, Brother Zheng, you can hear clearly, I bought your tiles, and just give you this quality. Seven cents per unit price, I will give you ten minutes to think about it, and if we agree, we will sign a contract."

"What, seven cents! The price"

Zheng Laosan was lost in thought.

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