Nantou Township, the only factory of ‘Shengguang Machinery’.
Firecrackers crackled outside the factory gate, and several motorized tricycles were lined up in red and colorful colors. Dozens or hundreds of people crowded outside to watch the fun. Today was the official sale of the factory to the outside world. There were only ten tricycles in total, but they had to be picked up by lottery.
purchase.
Director Gong from the Liaison Department stood at the door beaming with joy, grabbed a microphone and shouted loudly: "Congratulations to No. 17 for winning the purchase qualification. Who is No. 17? Lucky No. 17!"
Several young people stood out from the crowd and happily stepped forward to pay for the car. For only three hundred yuan, a broken-down three-wheeler that could pull and transport was bought. The one who won the lottery was like winning a license plate in the imperial capital.
, grinning from ear to ear with joy.
Doctor Yu from the township health center stood outside the circle of people, putting his feet up and watching the excitement. He never expected that just selling a junk car would be turned into a lottery celebration by Zhou Qingfeng.
This prize is not drawn all at once, but only once every half an hour. Some entertainment activities are also held during the half hour, such as inviting opera singers from the town to perform a dance to ensure that the scene is lively enough.
"This kid is full of ideas."
Thinking back to when they first met, Zhou Qingfeng brought his young daughter-in-law to the health center to buy medicine, and later hooked up with a female teacher from the village. Half a year later, he actually caused a big scene. Doctor Yu had mixed feelings about this.
In less than a month, the renovated Nantou Township Machinery Repair Factory reached the daily production limit of ten motorized three-wheelers. As long as the supply of spare parts is sufficient, there is no problem in maintaining this efficiency. This is already an amazing production in the eyes of the villagers.
ability.
Ten cars a day, that’s 300 cars a month. Monthly sales are nearly 100,000. The township government is happy, the suppliers are happy, and the people are happy. Only Zhou Qingfeng is unhappy. He really pays whatever he sells.
If you want to make a profit, you must keep costs down. To keep costs down, you must increase volume. For example, 'Shengguang Machinery' placed an order for cast iron cylinders for a 50CC displacement engine to a small private factory. If you want to keep prices down, the daily output must be hundreds.
Zhou Qingfeng needs a new factory building, a larger production line, and expanded product types. In short, he needs to build a modern enterprise, which requires large-scale capital investment. The city is willing to grant land, but it is stuck and requires "overseas giants" to invest in foreign exchange.
The plane system also released its latest mission - to develop the Tianyang economy and benefit the people, earn foreign exchange worth one million soft sister coins within three months.
This requires foreign exchange, and Tianyang City has no foreign exchange for Zhou Qingfeng to earn.
Amidst the sound of firecrackers and gongs and drums, Zhou Qingfeng quietly left the factory gate. As soon as he came out, Ouyang Jun squeezed through the crowd, stepped forward, and shouted with a smile: "Mr. Zhou, I am Ouyang. The one who painted last time
Things..."
"Oh, I was just looking for you." Zhou Qingfeng casually patted the shoulder of the "wretched male teacher at the Academy of Fine Arts who was caught by the police station after peeping on "Ruhua" next door while taking a shower, which led to his reputation being tarnished."
After being photographed twice, Ouyang Jun felt relieved and felt that he still had a chance to make a lot of money. He laughed a few times and found that the equally wretched Gong Wei had followed him.
Zhou Qingfeng's unknown repair shop is still there. He introduced the two of them into his shop. He turned on the lights and closed the door to isolate the inside and outside. The noise in the market seemed to disappear, and only the white lights radiated on the gray walls and wooden tables.
Ouyang Jun felt that something was not right. Uncle Zhou was afraid that he was going to do some tricks that would break the limit. He glanced at Gong Wei, and Director Gong shook hands enthusiastically and introduced himself.
"Sit anywhere you want." Zhou Qingfeng pointed to the tables and chairs in the shop and entered the warehouse behind the shop.
Ouyang Jun lowered his voice and asked Gong Wei, "What's going on with President Zhou?"
"Whatever, it's definitely a good thing to make money. Others didn't call me, but we were called. It must be because the matter should not be made public and our abilities are needed.
My old Gong is famous as a slippery man in the countryside. Brother Ouyang, what about you? Have you ever done anything shameful?" Gong Wei laughed and laughed.
"Nonsense, I am a gentleman." Ouyang Jun flatly denied it.
Zhou Qingfeng took out a cardboard box and placed it heavily on the wooden table. The cardboard box was very heavy and made a loud bang. He opened it and looked at the colorful magazines inside. He asked Ouyang Jun: "Have you seen "The Dragon, Tiger and Leopard"?
"
"No." Ouyang Jun said with a sanctimonious face, "How could I read unhealthy and illegal reading materials?"
"How do you know it's unhealthy and illegal reading if you haven't read it?" Gong Weize said with a playful smile: "Of course I have read it. I borrowed it from someone to read. I don't know how many hands the book has gone through, and the pages are all curled up.
.But it’s interesting to watch.”
Zhou Qingfeng sneered and looked at Ouyang Jun, "I just said a name, you responded very quickly."
Ouyang Jun continued to keep a straight face, showing that he was upright and upright.
Gong Wei opened the carton, took out a random book, and immediately screamed: "Oh, damn, where did this picture album come from? It's in full color. This must be a rotten thing of capitalism, and I want to criticize it."
Ichiban.”
Ouyang Jun glanced at the cover, his heart beat loudly, and his face turned red. The girl on the cover was absolutely large, super large, and she was not ashamed to break through the bottom of the scale. He also grabbed a copy, "What is this? It's so obscene and depraved.
Already."
"These are some foreign comics. Well... you know." Zhou Qingfeng tapped the table and explained.
The other two people were already possessed, their eyes were red and they were grabbing the magazine and reading non-stop, their attention was completely locked.
Gong Wei shouted while flipping, "What the hell is this? How can it be painted like this? It's so embarrassing, so shameless, and so obscene. Capitalism is indeed the end of mankind, it's so insane!"
Ouyang Jun? His hands were trembling, his body was like chaff, his face was red and his ears were red, and two lines of nosebleeds were flowing down. He wiped it casually and argued forcefully: "It's been too dry in the winter, and I've been a little angry lately. This nosebleed is also normal."
The weather is in the south, and winters are wet and cold, not dry at all.
"Tutor", "The Widow Next Door", "The Temptation of My Sister"...the cartons are full of these things, garbage from the future. These damn things can't be sold to the public, and they can't be sold for much money.
, was left in the warehouse by Zhou Qingfeng for a long time.
"Why do these illegal publications have such a style of painting..." Ouyang Jun thought for a long time and couldn't think of any "blander" words to use to describe it.
"The painting style is too exaggerated, isn't it?" Zhou Qingfeng said.
Yes, yes... Gong Wei and Ouyang Jun nodded repeatedly, "The painting style is too exaggerated, extremely exaggerated!"
"Can you draw?" Zhou Qingfeng asked Ouyang Jun.
Ouyang Jun was stunned immediately - what? CEO, what do you mean?
Zhou Qingfeng looked at Gong Wei again, "Can you find someone to print this thing?"
Gong Wei was also stunned, looking down at the magazine and then at Zhou Qingfeng.
How inexplicable!
"These things can be sold for money, such as the colonial comprador ports that like to fly the Union Jack flag on the southern coast." Zhou Qingfeng also took out a few fur-edged copies of "Dragon, Tiger and Leopard", "You can sell this kind of crap.
Money, ours is no problem."
That colony has not yet returned and is still under British rule.
Gong Wei carefully studied the paper of the magazine, "If it is all color pages, it will be a bit troublesome, but if the inner pages are changed to black and white, it should be no problem. Tianyang Printing Factory can handle it, and I can go out to find some jobs."
"We can't change the page to black and white, we have to take the high-end route." Zhou Qingfeng focused his eyes on Ouyang Jun. The man suddenly turned pale and said, "You want me to draw this?"
"I'm afraid it would be difficult and too time-consuming for you to draw. I hope you can imitate the painting style and story above and create a second creation." Zhou Qingfeng said lightly, "Aren't you very good at portraits of Western ladies? It's just a good use of your skills.
Advantage.
This is a feat that benefits the country and the people, corrodes the foundation of capitalism, and can also make money to support national construction. You can achieve multiple things with one stone, so don't underestimate it. Brother Ouyang, it's up to you."
Ouyang Jun's shoulders seemed to be pressed down by the two mountains of 'Taihang' and 'Wangwu', and his breath was stagnant. He had a bitter look on his face, "President, no!"