Li Wenjun patted him on the back: "Why are you so excited?"
Zhao Lin's face turned red from holding back, and he waved his hands desperately.
Diandian was frightened and looked up at Zhao Lin in horror.
Zhao Lin couldn't speak fluently, but he still struggled to comfort Dian Dian: "Don't be afraid, uncle just choked. You have to concentrate on eating, otherwise you will be like uncle."
Diandian immediately sat down obediently and ate the rice noodles in small sips.
Zhao Lin finally calmed down and said, "Good boy, uncle will buy you popsicles later."
Li Wenjun secretly laughed: teach by words and deeds, teach by words and deeds, that's probably what it means.
It seems that from now on, he will have to be a strict father, otherwise Diandian will be spoiled and become lawless.
While they were still talking about the phone without a connection, Li Wenjun and the others had almost finished eating.
Zhao Lin looked at the old watch his father gave him on his wrist: "Eh? It's only after two o'clock, and we have to wait for more than an hour before we can go back."
Li Wenjun thought about it: "How about we go to the scrap collection station to have a look."
Zhao Lin immediately reacted: "Yes, yes, let's go collect some raw materials and come back." Lao Wangtou could pick up so many used radios just from the scrapyard in the township, and there must be more in the county.
On the way to the scrap collection station, Zhao Lin asked Li Wenjun: "Why didn't you let me correct them just now?"
Li Wenjun patted him on the shoulder: "They are helping us advertise. Our products have not been mass-produced yet, and there is no accurate definition, so it doesn't matter what they say. Besides, this kind of word-of-mouth thing, even if you are now
If you tell them clearly, they will be the same as the next person, or the next person will tell the next person."
The market is the place with the densest crowds of people traveling from north to south. Tao Guangming took the walkie-talkie and shouted in the market, which was like a mobile billboard, and then spread it to all directions and villages through these people.
It's just like the later network, except that the transmission path is person-to-person, not computer-to-computer, and the speed is not that fast.
His target is those who need this and can afford it.
No matter how it is conveyed in the middle, the target customers will understand what is going on as soon as they hear it.
Zhao Lin said: "I know the advertisement, it is in the newspaper. Since you want to advertise, go to the newspaper."
Li Wenjun laughed: "At this scale, it is not necessary. In the future, when televisions become more popular and we have our own brand, we will advertise on television."
"When will televisions become popular? I don't think we have them in our mining areas yet."
"Soon, someone will buy it next year."
"Are you a god? You know everything."
Gu Zhanyan followed silently.
She knows advertising better than anyone here.
There were huge signs on the streets of Haicheng decades ago, with advertisements for creams, matches, movies, watches, and various other products.
However, as a child who was born in a rural area and grew up in a mining area, she was really surprised that Li Wenjun could use advertising so skillfully.
It can be said that his temperament changed drastically because of an epiphany in a dream.
However, ability and knowledge cannot be improved overnight.
In other words, as Li Wenjun himself said, Gu Zhanyan didn't understand him too well. He was just slowly showing his true strength.
So, can she be considered to have survived a desperate situation, like a blind cat encountering a dead mouse and marrying a capable man with her eyes closed?
Li Wenjun and Zhao Lin saw piles of used radios piled up against the wall and exchanged ecstatic looks.
In the eyes of others, these are useless garbage, but in their eyes, they are just colorful banknotes.
Now that there are so many orders at once, he needs a stable supply of raw materials.
"Calm down, otherwise others will raise the price if they know we need this." Li Wenjun whispered to Zhao Lin.
Li Wenjun opened a pack of Hongtashan and handed it to the doorman: "Is Director Li here?"
Usually the people who come and go at this scrap collection station are those who make a living by picking up junk.
These people in the city look down upon them.
Not to mention a janitor at the scrap collection station.
The doorman was a little flattered that this outstanding-looking young man was so polite when he met Director Li.
Comrade the guard hurriedly took the cigarette: "Comrade, you are so polite. Director Li Jianguo is here."
Later, Li Wenjun met a fellow villager named Li in Haicheng. He said that he was the owner of the scrap collection station here, so he took a gamble, but he didn't expect to win.
Li Wenjun said again: "Can you please inform me?"
The guard looked behind Li Wenjun. We were not afraid of thieves here, but we were afraid of someone breaking in and setting fire to the place.
Li Wenjun said: "They are waiting for me at the door. I can go in alone."
The guard nodded: "Okay, I'll tell you, see if Director Li has time." Even for this cigarette, he would have to inform this handsome young man.
The doorman dialed the phone, and the voice on the other side was very impatient: "What's the matter?"
Li Wenjun hurriedly stepped forward and said into the microphone: "Director Li, I'm here to help you get rid of the pile of old radios that can't be sold."
Li Jianguo immediately said: "Come up."
The guard hung up the phone with a look of admiration on his face: "You are so awesome. How did you know that our used radios can't be sold?"
Li Wenjun smiled: "A blind cat encounters a dead mouse, and I guessed it."
Among the pile of radios, the ones at the bottom have changed color due to weather and rain, but the ones at the top are still relatively new. It looks like they have been accumulated for a long time.
The main reason is that the radio has a wooden shell on the outside, and only the circuit board inside can be used. The manufacturer of the radio is a hundred kilometers away in a provincial capital, so it is not cost-effective to dismantle it and send it there. Not to mention, the manufacturer may not be willing to accept it.
It was even more useless for others to hold it, and they couldn't remove the three copper wires despite all their efforts.
Li Wenjun winked at Zhao Lin and the others and went in.
Among the piles of scrap newspapers and broken metal stood two or three red brick houses.
Li Guangzhi later listened to his advice and came back to concentrate on collecting waste, and he suddenly became a large multinational resource recycling company. He sold used clothes to Africa and was worth over 100 million.
Li Jianguo saw Li Wenjun and looked him up and down: "Young man, tell me how you want to help me solve this problem."
Li Wenjun handed over a cigarette: "Sorry, I praised Haikou. I just wanted to have the opportunity to meet you and talk to you."
Li Jianguo saw that he was so good at getting into trouble, and he was still such a young and handsome young man who was as old as his own son, so it was natural that he would not be embarrassed.
"Anyway, I'm fine at the moment. I just want to listen to you. Sit down."
"You can sell me all the used radios in the future, but I only want the radios I bought in the past month for 80 cents each."
Li Jianguo laughed out loud: "Young man, you are so big. Have you seen the pile outside? There are dozens of them recovered this month. Do you have that much money?"
