Chapter 74: Stop planning
Sure enough, two days later, the glass factory sent someone to deliver the water tank of the artwork to Fan Heng's home.
The four young men carried a few big boxes and moved directly to Fan Heng's house. After putting it down, they explained and left, without even touching the chair. Zhang Mei was originally at home, but when she encountered such a thing, she was a little confused about the situation.
"Oh, they are all samples we need, but I didn't expect that they were moving quite quickly." As soon as Fan Heng got home, he saw these things. The words left on the box were from Panshi Glass Factory. He immediately understood where these things came from.
However, after unpacking, Fan Heng frowned.
Although the water tank designed according to the principle of the butterfly cup was made of two, occupying a lot of space, the remaining boxes were filled with various small appliances for home use, such as water cups, wine cups, fruit plates, and plates. Not only did they contain glass products, but a small number of them were porcelain.
"This matter must have been done by that He Shuisheng-" Fan Heng rubbed his brows with a look of helplessness.
"Gift giver? I'd stopped him if I had known it-" Zhang Mei thought she had put the gift giver in. Seeing Fan Heng's unhappy expression, she felt a little nervous.
"Not anymore, but this matter is really uncomfortable." Fan Heng shook his head, told Zhang Mei about the reason, and then said with some dissatisfaction, "I originally wanted to find a factory to cooperate with, but doing this would be like we are greedy for such a small advantage."
"Who is greedy for others to get a little advantage?" Fan Wubing pushed the door and walked in. He happened to hear Fan Heng say something about a little advantage, so he asked casually.
He was frightened by Zhang Mei's power these days and went to school every day. Although the courses in the first year of junior high school were still boring, he had to stay at school. Otherwise, there would be dozens of eyes in the school staring at him all the time.
In order to control Fan Wubing, Zhang Mei specially explained to the principal and asked him to pay attention to Fan Wubing's movements. Therefore, the principal conveyed the opinions of Deputy Director Zhang to Fan Wubing's class teacher. The head teacher was afraid that he would not be able to complete this glorious and arduous task independently, so he fully mobilized the masses and asked the students in the class to supervise Fan Wubing's movements. As the saying goes, there are rewards for reporting and everyone has the responsibility. Even if Fan Wubing has great skills, he has to stay there to listen to the class honestly.
Although he was reluctant, he could not resist Zhang Mei's idea and had to let it go. However, he made up his mind and had to find an excuse to get rid of this unfavorable situation.
"What little advantage am I greedy for? It's a sample sent by the glass factory. Do you come and take a look?" Fan Heng gave his son a blank look and opened another packaging box.
Fan Wubing naturally had to take a closer look. He threw his schoolbag on the sofa, squatted down and looked at the glassware together. He saw a few boxes nailed with thin wooden boards, using straw as fillings, and a lot of glassware and porcelain were stuffed into it. Judging from the texture and luster, they were all the best choices.
So many things are obviously not all samples! Fan Wubing knew at once that something was wrong with his father Fan Heng. He was the most opposed to doing these unknown things. So Fan Wubing laughed and knocked on a glass fruit plate and said to Fan Heng, "The officials don't give gifts, but they are kind-hearted. At most, we can take care of them more business! Isn't it just a few plates, and there is not much money in total. Why do you have to hold a face for this? Always frowning will age quickly!"
"Unhealthy wind! I'm the most annoying to this--" Fan Heng said with a stern face.
However, Fan Wubing obviously had no interest in talking to his father Fan Heng about the harm of this unhealthy trend. He took out a special glass water tank, placed it on the base paper of the humidifier, added water to it, and after turning on the power supply, we will observe the effect together.
I saw white mist rising up, like entering a fairyland.
Looking carefully into the glass water tank, I saw colorful butterflies flying on the water surface, and figures in ancient costumes bowed and swayed inside, which was amazing.
"This is a work of art!" Fan Heng exclaimed after seeing it.
Zhang Mei also came over and was stunned at first sight, and she was incredible.
"If such a humidifier is worthy of face and inner strength, it will cost hundreds of dollars if sold to the United States, right?" Fan Heng was very satisfied with the effect, and he estimated very optimistically.
"Hundreds of dollars?!" Fan Wubing shouted with his eyes slanted, "That's a glance at you at most! Starting from two hundred dollars, don't think it's expensive, and you don't have to discount it! You have to study the shopping psychology of Americans. Those who are willing to pay a hundred dollars for this thing don't care about paying more than a hundred dollars! What do Americans mean? Do you know? Americans buy the most expensive things, not the best. So, our slogan for international trade is that we don't want the best, but the most expensive!"
Zhang Mei and Fan Heng looked at each other, "It sounds like this - it's hard to say -"
"This is an objective existence." Fan Wubing concluded after venting it.
After the sample was in hand, the father and son began to study the next step of action.
Fan Heng has a serious official mindset and still wants to hand over this product to the Plain Factory. Fan Wubing is a little reluctant. A single-player machine makes the Plain Factory benefit. In the end, he has become a little uncooperative. Now that he puts this project on them, he may have to be even more up to the sky.
"You must not forget your roots in life! You must always remember the cultivation of the country!" Fan Heng knocked on the table and said to Fan Wubing.
"Now it's time for the father to die and the mother to marry, everyone cares about each other." Fan Wubing retorted.
"You can't harm the public and private. This thing is finally made using the equipment in the factory!" Fan Heng threatened.
"There will be a market economy in the future. At most, I will pay you some money." Fan Wubing replied.
"If you want to do this again, I won't cooperate with you anymore!" Fan Heng said in a fury.
"That's better. I'll register the patent myself, son." Fan Wubing laughed.
Zhang Mei used the humidifier for a few days. The drug was very effective in treating the respiratory tract through the water mist. At this time, her cough was cured. Seeing the father and son bargaining at the same time, she walked over and said with a smile, "Okay! Don't argue, you can give up your own concessions! Lao Fan, give the patent to your son, Wujian, you hand over the product to your father and their factory to make it. Wouldn't everyone be happy?"
This is also a solution. Fan Heng and Fan Wubing looked at each other and said, "Disclaimer!"
In this way, the initiative was taken into consideration by Fan Wubing, and he was not afraid that the plain factory would cause any more storms.
"It seems that I have to go to Beijing again before the New Year!" Fan Heng thought of registering a patent, he had to go to Beijing to ask Director Zhang for help, otherwise he would have to wait for more than half a year at the earliest. It would be difficult to do anything without an acquaintance!
Fan Wubing agreed repeatedly, "No need to delay, we will speed up!"
For domestic affairs, various statistics and summary will be carried out at the end of the year, and the annual plan and budget will be made. Things are very complicated. If the action is slow, you will not be able to catch up.
Zhang Mei thought for a while and said, "It's good that you're going to go there now. Anyway, Fan Ting should have a holiday. I'm just here to come back with you, so I feel more at ease. There are too many people on the train around the Spring Festival, and it's always good to have you father and son taking care of you."
"No problem!" Fan Wubing agreed, "I can also go and see how Peking University campus is."
While talking, Fan Kang also came back, but his hair seemed to be stuck together, and he was obviously in a bad mood.
"Brother, why did you look like this? It looks much more wilted than the eggplant caused by frost-" Fan Wubing was shocked after seeing it.
Fan Kang put his schoolbag on the table, lay on the sofa with his feet facing the sky and earth and hummed, "I'm so tired! Today, Master Mie Jue arrested a strong man!"
"Why? She physically punished you?" Fan Wubing asked in confusion.
Master Mie Jue is Fan Kang's class teacher and has always been known for being harsh and cold. Because Fan Wubing went to Fan Kang's class to find him again, but he met their class teacher and was questioned for a long time. Fan Wubing felt that the other party looked like a clone version of Master Mie Jue, so he gave her such a nickname behind her back.
Fan Kang accidentally passed the nickname out, so Master Miejue's name resounded throughout the Pingyuan Factory Children's School, and he became famous and indifferent for a while.
"He helped her family move honeycomb coal--" Fan Kang said weakly.
"Oh, why are you so stupid? You are not alone in helping, you won't work or work hard?!" Fan Wubing was speechless to his brother, and he gave a point of advice with regret.
"I want to be lazy too!" Fan Kang said aggrievedly, "But it can't be done!"
"Why?" Fan Wubing asked curiously.
Fan Kang said in pain, "Today I called her Master Mie Jue behind my back, but Xiao Qiang heard it. But I could never imagine that Master Master was actually Xiao Qiang's aunt!"
Chapter completed!