Chapter 75 Half a cart of leather New Year’s goods
Before Fan Heng asked for leave from the factory, CCTV sent an invitation letter.
An annual advertising period is about to end, and CCTV also hopes that the plain factory can continue to do advertising. The current restrictions on micro recording equipment have been completely relaxed. They hope that the "Thunder" brand product series can be expanded and transition from single-player to recording and playback all-in-one.
In this way, we need to discuss in detail. As a representative of Pingyuan Factory’s contact with CCTV, Fan Heng naturally needs to go to Beijing to continue talking about this matter.
But CCTV never expected that the plain factory did not spend the advertising fee, and the annual investment of millions actually came from the hands of "Hong Kong businessman" Fan Wubing.
Therefore, after receiving the invitation from CCTV, the Plain Factory asked the deputy factory director Fan Heng to go to Beijing without any objection.
Deputy Director Fan Heng was naturally not the financial backer, so he brought the big head Fan Wubing with him without any objection.
"I finally breathed the free air again!" After the train started, Fan Wubing finally burst into tears.
After holding it in the classroom for several months, Fan Wubing's heart was about to grow hair. This time he came out, he felt like he was liberated. He was so happy that he couldn't express it in words.
Compared to the last time, the Fan family and his son brought more things this time, some of which were newly produced walkmans, and some were humidifiers that had not yet been officially put into production. Although this thing has not yet formed productivity, it is still very necessary to take out some samples in small batches.
Most of these things are delivered as New Year's goods. The leaders and minds of various departments who can be contacted will receive such a refreshing gift in dry weather. I believe they will be in a good mood and the time is just right.
But the father and son definitely cannot carry so many things with them. They specially set up a train to check in, and the goods were taken with the train. When they arrived in Beijing, there were naturally people arranged by Director Zhang to pick them up. Therefore, the two of them had much less luggage this time than the last time they went to Beijing, and they lived in a soft sleeper carriage, which was incomparable to the crowded last time.
"It feels very good--" Fan Heng glanced at his excited son and asked casually.
"It feels like flying!" Fan Wubing raised his tightly clenched fist, bent his elbow and sank down, and made a slight struggle.
The train walked all the way, and after passing through six tunnels, it finally stepped onto the Hebei Plain and came to Beijing, the heart of the motherland.
As a result, the weather was not very good this time. It was cold and dry. It had not snowed for a long time. When I walked on the street, I saw that eight out of ten people had their lips cracked because of the dry air. There were even more depressed people. The lips cracked from the middle line, and a bloody cut was really scary. Moreover, once it cracked, it would be difficult to grow well!
After Fan Wubing noticed this problem, he couldn't help but say to his father Fan Heng, "See it! This time we are saving the people from dire straits! A humidifier, I don't know how many people who have cracked their lips due to dry air, and you don't want the streets to be full of ragged lips, right?"
"I think this thing is better than the Walkman you used to do! It is practical and can meet the material needs of the people. In this sense, you did a good thing this time!" Fan Heng naturally noticed the scene on the street, touched Fan Wubing's head, and encouraged him with warm words.
Fan Wubing didn't think so. He shook his head, got rid of his father's hand, and then denied, "I don't think so! Although the Walkman is small, it meets the growing spiritual and cultural needs of the people, which is also very important! In a sense, the impact is much greater than that of the humidifier!"
"Uh--" Fan Heng didn't expect his son to come up with such a set of words again. He couldn't help but smile bitterly and shook his head. After thinking about it, he felt that what he said made some sense.
After all, when people live in this world, what they need is not just as simple as dressing and eating, but should have higher-level ideals. The construction of spiritual civilization is also strongly advocated by the country!
The people on the street were all wearing dark-colored cotton coats, etc. Fan Wubing noticed that there were military coats, woolen coats, and rough-looking down jackets. They were thick and bloated. Everyone walked on the street wearing such clothes, like moving fortresses.
After the crowded people entered the station, we saw Director Zhang waiting outside. The weather was naturally cold. This can be seen from his red-cold nose. His feet wearing cotton shoes kept lifting and falling, obviously he was suffering from the cold.
"Comrade Fan Heng--" Director Zhang saw the Fan family and his son from a distance, and waved his hand and shouted at him.
The father and son hurried over with their luggage bags and found that Director Zhang was still waiting here with five or six people, and there were three good-looking cars parked a little further away. He couldn't help but be surprised.
The weather was so cold. After a while, the two sides exchanged greetings, they got into the carriage. After turning on the warm wind, they recovered. Then Director Zhang asked with some complaints, "Why do you always choose the coldest days to come to Beijing? I want to take you around and can't achieve it! Look at the cold weather, where can you play? I guess it's almost the same as going to Beihai to skate!"
Before Fan Heng could answer, Fan Wubing rushed to answer, "Haha! It's all for work! When did we come here, not for work? In order to realize the four modernizations as soon as possible, and build our great motherland into a prosperous, democratic and civilized socialist modern country. What should we be afraid of when we play for a while? Isn't it to worry about the world first and then the world is happy!"
"You-you-" Director Zhang looked at Fan Wubing with a wry smile, then looked at Fan Heng again, and then said, "Your baby is really good at singing high-profile, so I don't know how to answer!"
Fan Heng gently tapped Fan Wubing's head, and scolded him majesticly, "How can you talk to Uncle Zhang like this? Why don't you apologize quickly!"
Fan Wubing smiled and before he could speak, Director Zhang waved his hand over there and said, "Forget it, forget it! What else can I care about with him? How can he say he is my future niece and son-in-law!"
Fan Wubing, who was originally content with his own feelings, was immediately depressed when he heard this. He thought that his luck was really declining, but he just made people hold this handle and said, Director Zhang is also a bad person, and he doesn't even have dirty words to harm others.
"We have asked the train to ship a lot of things. Director Zhang, see how to do it-" Fan Heng said.
"This is easy to deal with. Just let our people get it back later." Director Zhang agreed happily.
The group of them drove back, and the other two people stayed to wait for their luggage. When they returned to the unit, they found that the old man in the communication room had been standing outside the door waiting for them.
"Director Zhang, you are back. Da Liu and the others called from the train station a while ago, saying that there was too much luggage. Please tell me if you can find a big truck to pull it back!"
When Director Zhang heard this, he was stunned. He turned his head to look at Fan Heng and his son, and asked with some doubts, "I said Comrade Fan Heng, how much luggage have you checked in? I can't load both cars, so I have to find a big truck to load it?"
Fan Wubing curled his lips and said, "You see what you said, can you send gifts to a few? Actually, it's not much. I guess it's just half a car."
Half a car wand - Director Zhang was shocked. He looked at Fan Heng in a blink of an eye and saw Fan Heng nodding seriously. Sure enough! He wiped the beads of sweat that suddenly appeared and ordered the person next to him weakly, "Hurry up, that's all, you go to the back to find a truck and pull the things back first!"
"Boss, it's almost noon, so this is considered overtime—" a young guy said with a smile.
When Director Zhang heard this, the black thread on his forehead immediately rose. Just as he was about to scold him, Fan Heng spoke next to him, "This is easy to say. In fact, it's just some New Year's goods, and everyone will share it! After the comrades finish their work, they will all go to Donglaishun to sauté mutton, see you all!"
Seeing Director Zhang staring at him, Fan Heng smiled and said, "Director Zhang, we will pay for this fee, but you have to say hello to order the location!"
Director Zhang looked at the time. It was 10:30 in the morning. He thought that Donglaishun still had a free private room, so he nodded and agreed, saying to several young people under his command, "Okay! Director Fan said this, we don't have to be polite! Who told them that the factory is a nouveau riche now? Just go after finishing work. Don't tell me where Donglaishun's gate is open!"
"Look at what Zhang Touer said, how can that be done!" Everyone smiled and went looking for the truck.
Chapter completed!