Back in the real world, the first thing Wang Xu did was to call Yang Fu.
Yang Fu is the second generation of rich people in the county. They naturally have their own circles among themselves, and a lot of information can circulate internally.
When Wang Xu received the call, Yang Fu seemed to be in a shopping mall, and the sound inside was very noisy.
After asking, I found out that this guy had another girlfriend and was picking up handbags with someone else.
"Yang Fu, I have a friend who wants to build a batch of radio stations, the kind that are particularly retro in anti-Japanese dramas. Do you have any connections?"
"The radio station, I'm not sure about this. Let me ask for you."
"Well, go and ask. As long as the radio station can be used and its functions are no worse than those on TV, there are no high requirements."
After hanging up the phone, Wang Xu lay on the bed playing with his mobile phone, waiting for Yang Fu's call.
Half an hour later, the phone rang, and Yang Fu said over there: "Brother Wang, I have a friend whose family produces electronic products. He said that his factory can do it. I will give you his phone number and address.
, please contact him."
Yang Fu was very efficient in his work. He quickly sent a series of contact numbers and addresses.
Wang Xu looked at the address and saw that it was the Wei County Industrial Park next door.
The distance is not far, more than thirty miles, and it only takes half an hour to drive.
"During the Republic of China, communication radio stations that could not be produced by domestic manufacturers could be produced by a modern electronics factory. Who would have believed this in the Republic of China!" Wang Xu looked at the address, walked out of his cabin in the woods, and drove a car
The SUV went out.
Since the antique business started to make money, Wang Xu's living standard has greatly improved. This small villa backed by mountains and forests, and the BMW SUV he drives are all a reflection of his own financial resources.
After four months, more than a hundred antiques, large and small, were sold out, and his worth has already exceeded 200 million. And the antiques left in his hands are enough to open a museum, which is still at the level of a provincial museum.
At this point, Wang Xu's desire for money has faded a lot.
If a new wasteland plane hadn't appeared, he planned to settle down in the Republic of China in a few months and become a rich man with peace of mind.
"In the plane of the Republic of China, I don't have many things to worry about. When this business is finished, my main focus will still be on the wasteland plane. After all, the political situation in the wasteland plane has collapsed, and it is time to reshuffle the cards.
, coupled with the crystal core and evolved zombies, the potential is greater than that of the Republic of China." The reality is Wang Xu's hometown, the Republic of China is where he accumulated funds, and the wasteland is where he can flex his muscles.
When things here are stable, Wang Xu feels that he can consider going abroad.
When you stay in China, there are too many things that need to be harmonious, and if you don't do it well, it's easy to deal with it.
Not to mention that Wang Xu does not have the power to oppose the state machinery, even if he does, he is not prepared to harm his hometown where he was born and raised. It is better to leave everything outside.
"First solve Yu Zecheng's problem, then go through the formalities for leaving the country, and then go all out to conquer the wasteland plane, and strive to crack the secret of the crystal core and evolution as soon as possible." Wang Xu thought as he drove.
Soon, half an hour passed, and Wei County Industrial Park came into view.
Standing outside the factory, Wang Xu breathed a sigh of relief.
The scale of this electronics factory was not small, and it looked quite powerful at first glance, which gave Wang Xu a little more confidence in the radio station.
"I am Wang Xu, introduced by Yang Fu. Are you Sun Wenxing?"
"It's me, Yang Fu told me about you."
Wang Xu followed the address and found a young man in his twenties in the deputy manager's office.
This young man is Sun Wenxing. Despite his young age, he is the young boss and deputy manager of the factory.
Wang Xu sat on the sofa and did not drink the tea handed over by his secretary. Instead, he said straight to the point: "I came to you this time because I want your factory to customize a thousand units for me. They will look like a radio station during the Republic of China. The price is
not a problem."
"As long as price is not an issue, I have no problem here."
Sun Wenxing agreed immediately, pointed to his factory, and said with a smile: "My factory can manufacture radios, MP3 players, walkie-talkies, and OEM mobile phones for the elderly, toy cars and other things. There is no problem in imitating radio stations from the Republic of China period. But you want
What does a radio station do? That thing has been eliminated long ago. High-power walkie-talkies are no better than that?"
"No need, I am a doomsday survival fan. We have a large group of brothers who are always preparing for the end of the world. When the end of the world comes, we will each have a radio station to communicate with each other." Wang Xu lied without blinking.
It doesn’t matter whether Sun Wenxing believes it or not.
Unexpectedly, Sun Wenxing was really moved after hearing this, and asked: "Do you still want to join this doomsday survival group? How about taking me with you?"
"Haha!" Wang Xuhui agreed because he didn't want a high-power walkie-talkie because if the radio station was to be brought to the Republic of China, it had to be in line with that era.
As for the doomsday survival groups, Wang Xu believes that there are them everywhere in the wasteland, but he doesn’t know if Sun Wenxing dares to play with them.
"Stop talking nonsense. I have a thousand radio stations, all imitated in the style of the Republic of China, and I added a hand-cranked generator. In addition, the radio stations must be durable and have similar functions to those in the Republic of China. The parts inside must also be similar, and no messy additions are allowed.
Please calculate how much it costs."
During the Republic of China, our party could not imitate radio stations. Wang Xu, who was more advanced, could have excused himself by saying that this was the latest foreign product.
However, it won't work if it's too advanced. If you add a radio to the station and automatically request songs, it would be strange if you don't drive the people in the telegraph department crazy.
Sun Wenxing didn't know Wang Xu's concerns. He just felt that such a simple request did not seem to make much money, so he said loudly: "One unit is three thousand. If you agree, I will order the box today and start assembling it tomorrow. You can come in one week."
Get the goods."
"It's two thousand per unit. I'll inspect the sample when it comes out. If it's OK, I'll take a thousand units. By the way, there's no one in charge of this thing. I don't want anyone to check me." Wang Xu didn't care about money, and after a proper counter-offer
, and asked the question to the radio station.
Hearing Wang Xu's words, Sun Wenxing smiled nonchalantly and said: "Thirty years ago, our factory would never dare to build something like a radio station even if it could be made. But now, it is information."
In a modernized society, the military uses Beidou navigation and satellite signal relay, and high-power radio stations have long ceased to be military supplies and no one cares about them."
"Okay, I'll pay you a deposit of 300,000 yuan first, and let me know when the samples come out." Wang Xu no longer dwells on this issue, because after the radio station comes out, he will soon be taken to the Republic of China, and no one can find out the whereabouts of the radio station.
.
Transfer money, pay money, sign a contract.
In pursuit of a quick resolution, Wang Xu declined Sun Wenxing's offer of a treat and drove away that afternoon.
Solving the problem of the radio station and the medicine matter are nothing to Wang Xu.
Yu Zecheng asked him to prepare 100,000 penicillin pills, and Wang Xu immediately prepared 200,000 penicillin pills. With his increased financial resources, he didn't care about the small money at all.
After doing all this, it was already dark.
Wang Xu returned to his forest hut, crossed out today's date on the calendar on the wall, and whispered: "I will go to the wasteland tomorrow. By then, I will keep the modern weapons for myself, and the obsolete goods in the warehouse will be sent to the Republic of China.
, am I worthy of the title of descendant of China?
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The third update, please recommend votes and collect.
Six updates in two days. The previous chapters have also been modified. Little Luoli has been changed to a high school girl. Now we can be friends again, right?