As soon as Fan Wubing finished calling, his father Fan Heng found it.
"Why did you come out? You are unfamiliar with the place, so be careful to get lost. I heard from others that there are many human traffickers in Guangzhou." Fan Heng scared, but he knew that this could not scare Fan Wubing. This youngest son was too arrogant.
"Just just call, how could you get lost?" Fan Wubing felt that discussing this issue with his father was simply an insult to his IQ. He waved his fist and said, "Besides, there are police everywhere. I don't know the way, but I can't ask? Human traffickers, not to mention it. If there are such a blind human trafficker, I really want to take his nest together."
Well, this is possible. Fan Heng looked at Fan Wubing's small fist. Although it was pink and tender, his strength was unimaginable. A few days ago, Fan Wubing "exercised" and happened to be seen by Fan Heng. This little guy grabbed the bark with his hands. The tree was also in trouble. He was bitten by him like a bug.
I haven't done anything bad before, why did I make such a weird son? Fan Heng was a little depressed.
Fortunately, Fan Wubing never caused any trouble for himself. Even if there was a storm, it would evolve into a good situation in the end. Therefore, Fan Heng had no reason to deal with Fan Wubing. Moreover, judging from the current situation, Fan Heng might not be able to deal with Fan Wubing in terms of force alone.
"Who did you call just now? Are you acquaintances here?" Fan Heng asked.
"Well, it's the guy who bought me a bunch of rags last time. This time I'll talk to him about business." Fan Wubing nodded and replied.
Fan Heng still had some impressions of the one who collected the rags, and it should be said that he had a very good impression. Although he had never seen the man with his own eyes, he saw the money left by him, which was a total of 9,000 yuan! Fan Heng could not think of any money. Someone would pay for the pile of rags that Fan Wubing had collected. The things that everyone thought were troublesome could be exchanged for a lot of money. This made Fan Heng, a state cadre, feel very incomprehensible.
Why did this kid do all this rare thing in one day?
"What business are you talking about?" Fan Heng couldn't help asking. He was really worried about this son.
"Clothing business." Fan Wubing replied.
"Clothing? Do you know that?" Fan Heng felt even more and more incredible.
What can this matter be a big deal? Since the beginning, the most people have worn grass green military uniforms, sometimes dark blue or light gray Zhongshan uniforms, and the colors are very monotonous. Although they have been relaxed, the supplies are relatively scarce and the style of clothing has not changed much. However, after coming to Guangzhou, they saw the women on the street dressing in a colorful manner, which was a bit pleasing to the eye. Fan Heng had to sigh that Guangzhou is Guangzhou, and even the capital may not have such an open atmosphere.
Fan Heng, who was thinking about whether to bring some fashionable clothes to Zhang Mei when he was going back, suddenly heard that his son was going to start a clothing business, and he couldn't help but get interested.
"I don't know very well, but I know this thing can make money." Fan Wubing recalled that the various clothing styles he had seen were quite rich, simple and complicated. If he had that time, he could pirate a hundred kinds of classic styles from world-famous brands.
The problem is that you have to come up with clothes that adapt to this era. You really have to think about it carefully. You can’t just make small suspenders and perspective costumes, right? Even if you make them out, no one dares to wear them. Maybe you will be labeled as a spiritual dregs that pollute the construction of socialist spiritual civilization.
"Money! Why do you think about money all day long?" Fan Heng didn't know what to do, but suddenly became angry and pointed at Fan Wubing's nose and cursed, "You don't know how worried your mother and I have since you built that pig farm?! What clothing are you going to buy? You don't know that this is a speculative act? The government is going to crack down on it! How can you do this irrelevant thing if you are so young?!"
Fan Heng’s anger is not unreasonable. Everyone’s thinking is still maintaining the old way of operating and has unusual fears about new things. Seeing that their youngest son is so troubled, how many parents can not be frightened?
Although reform and opening up are needed now, there are several processes for implementing policies, with many obstacles and sometimes countercurrents. People’s views on reform are not unified, or they lack clear judgments and understanding of various problems arising in the reform. People who have lived in the planned economic model for a long time will have inner fear and concern about ordinary things under the market economy mode, and their reactions to incomprehensible facts happening around them are even more likely to be excessive.
It turned out that Fan Heng was worried that he would be selling clothes. After Fan Wubing understood, he immediately explained, "It's not what you thought. I want to introduce a complete set of clothing production equipment and open a garment factory. It's not what you imagined to be selling clothes."
"Open a factory?" Fan Heng felt even more furious, "Do you think opening a factory is a playhouse? It requires funds, technology, talents, and government support! Can you deal with this with a little kid?! Don't think that you are smarter than other kids, and you can imagine it! This is unreliable!"
Fan Heng naturally has a lot of knowledge, but he is still limited to his previous inertial thinking. If he has to wait until the conditions are ripe, what miracle will happen? Fan Wubing understands this very well, so he did not argue with his father Fan Heng. Instead, he saw him vent his anger and explained quietly, "Dad, don't worry, the difficulties you mentioned do not exist. This matter is not only reliable, but also strongly supported by the local government."
Chapter completed!