Looking at the materials that Feng Yu had prepared long ago, Zhang Ruiqiang looked through them one by one. Everything he should have prepared was prepared, but the general manager of this company seemed not the person in front of him.

"Who is Feng Xingtai? Why didn't he come?"

"That's my dad, I'm going out to contact the business. Director Zhang, do you think there are still materials missing?"

"It's not bad. You can fill in this form and put the materials here. Come and get it in a week."

Feng Yu was a little disappointed and didn't make things difficult for him, so he could find a way to get closer. But at the same time he felt normal. If the official voice was not good, how could Zhang Dongchang be promoted in the future?

Feng Yu was in a very cheerful mood after leaving the Foreign Trade and Economic Affairs Department. After completing the export procedures, his company should make a lot of money!

Feng Yu sent all the young men in the company to do market research. He didn't understand what market research was? If it's okay, you go to major markets and shops to ask what things are now easy to sell in the Soviet Union, or what things are not available to buy from the Soviet Union.

Although these young men are inexperienced, they are willing to endure hardships and are all very clever. Unfortunately, after letting them go, Feng Yu regrets it.

In such a huge warehouse, he is now alone, not even talking. Looking at the empty office, not to mention computers, not even a TV, and he is so boring that he has no cool breeze at all. Feng Yu could only lift up his spirits and start writing company rules.

At this time, inspiration suddenly came, and thoughts were like a spring. One hundred and eight items were not enough. Wouldn’t one thousand and eight items be too much?

When Feng Yu was writing Article 368, the young men came back, all of them were sweating profusely. It was just summer and the weather was already so hot.

"Go to buy some electric fans tomorrow, the weather will be suffocating." Feng Yu muttered.

"Manager Feng, how much does electric fans cost? It also costs electricity. We just need palm fan." A young man felt embarrassed. He didn't do much work last month and was idle every day in the late month. Manager Feng actually said that he would pay a salary of 100 yuan. Where can I find such a good person? He has to save some money.

Feng Yu blinked his eyes: "How much does an electric fan cost?"

"The cheapest shopping mall is more than 100, and the best is four or 500."

What's the thing? Electric fans are so expensive now? Electric fans don't have much technical content. There are no 10,000 factories in the country that can be built, and there are eight thousand. Has the price not dropped?

"No, I just bought one for my family a few days ago. It was so big and it was shaking my head, all metal. When I turned around, I got the wind."

Wait? All metal? So, an electric fan uses at least ten kilograms of steel alone. Steel is not cheap now, no wonder electric fans are so expensive, and the material cost is too much.

But are all the manufacturers crazy? Why do you need to use steel? Isn’t there plastic now? It’s light and cheap, and the cost is reduced all at once?

"Da Li, do we have a factory for producing electric fans in our Bingcheng?"

Everyone looked over at each other, which made Feng Yu confused.

"Our factory produces electric fans, which are durable. The one I have used for six years. Apart from the more dynamic and static, there is no problem at all."

I was so dizzy that they were all children of employees of the motor factory. It took an electric fan for six years, no wonder they couldn’t make money!

"Who do you know the factory leaders?"

Everyone looked at Wu Zhigang in unison. No, Wu Zhigang is the son of the factory leader?

"My uncle is the director of the second workshop, so he is also a leader. But now the second workshop is now working for two days and taking two days off. No matter how much you produce, you can't sell it."

"Let's go and visit your uncle, I'll give them a big order!"

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"Xiaogang, is this your friend?" Wu Zhigang's aunt sighed. This brat rushed to dinner. Just let's have a meal by yourself, but you still bring friends with you. The factory is not doing well now. Your uncle only paid 50% of his salary for several months. He thought it was when you were a child.

"Hello Auntie, we are here to find Director Zhao." Feng Yu gave him a smiling face that he thought was the most handsome.

"Xiao Gang is here, haven't eaten yet, let's have a meal together, it's ready soon." Director Zhao was sitting on the sofa watching TV. When he saw his nephew bringing his friend, he thought he was fighting with someone again and hid in his house.

But it's not right. Why are you still holding cigarettes and alcohol in your hand? Where did this kid get the money? Did he steal the things from the factory and sell them?

"Director Zhao, hello. I am Feng Yu, deputy general manager of Taihua International Trading Company. I came to visit today and I had some business to talk to Director Zhao."

Director Zhao looked at Feng Yu blankly. What did this kid say? What is the deputy general manager of an international trading company? How old is he?

"Sit down, what do you want to buy? Let's first agree that the things in the factory will not be sold to you at a low price!"

Feng Yu smiled dismissively, "I want to buy a batch of electric fans."

"Electric fan? How many do you want?" Although there is no inventory in the electric fan factory, their workshop can easily produce hundreds of units a day. If the order is large, other workshops can be produced together or overtime.

"The first batch, I want 10,000 units."

"How many? Ten thousand units? No problem, I guarantee it will be handed over to you within ten days!" Director Zhao was overjoyed. After selling these 10,000 electric fans, the factory's monthly salary will be settled.

"Director Zhao, don't worry, what I want is not the electric fan of your factory now. I want smaller and lighter."

The electric fans produced by the motor factory now are all vertical fans, each one is more than one meter high, and it is scattered. Feng Yu needs that kind of small fan, and in addition to the necessary parts, it is replaced with plastic, especially the fan blades, which are light and cost-effective.

"Smaller, lighter? What does it mean?"

"It is just that except for the places where steel must be used, the rest are made of plastic, such as fan blades. And it is enough to be thirty or forty centimeters high, and the motor can be smaller." Feng Yu described and gestured with his hands.

"Who will buy this? The wind can't blow your face and you won't say it, and you won't resist it."

Feng Yu smiled and said, "Director Zhao doesn't have to worry about this, just ask if you can make it. I'll order 10,000 units first."

Director Zhao hesitated for a long time. He could do it but he could make money. But can he make money? Isn’t the production of inferior products? It will ruin the brand of their old state-owned factory!

"I want to report to the leader."

"Director Zhao, the salary in the workshop is almost impossible to get out now, right? I heard that the sales of civilian products produced by our factory are declining on the market. Look at the table, there is not even meat. Don't worry if I can take out the money. Ask Gangzi and my brother-in-law for more than three months, how much money can he get every month."

Wu Zhigang said in a very good manner: "Uncle, I'm 100 yuan a month, and I still have a bonus at the end of the month. Now I still have food and accommodation!"

Director Zhao also cooperated and looked surprised: "Can you earn 100 a month?" The average salary of workers in their factory is not 100 yuan!

What kind of trading company seems to be really rich. You have to report to the leaders quickly. The workers are still waiting to pay their wages.

"I'll go to Director Li's house now. You can eat first, don't wait for me!"
Chapter completed!