In November, the weather turns cold and the rivers begin to freeze, making it a season not suitable for field work.

In particular, infrastructure projects were the most affected. Tan Chun and his men went back to their homes to look for their mothers.

The most leisurely people in this season are those working in infrastructure construction.

Almost all the people who gather in small shops to drink, play mahjong and poker are this group.

This is one's freedom. Although Wan Feng doesn't like gambling, he has no reason to interfere. He is too busy with his own affairs to take care of others.

The logistics department of Nanwan Group began to count the numbers and prepare for the year-end summary.

Various projects in the company are going smoothly, and the profit figures are better than last year, but Wan Feng is still not happy.

Luan Feng still ignored him, and now she didn't dare to have contact with him even though she was carrying Zhang Xuan.

What made him depressed was that the two had resolved their conflicts and became comrades in the trenches. Now that Zhu Bajie looked in the mirror, he was no longer a human being.

What is this thing called?

The two sides seem to have entered a cold war.

After more than a month of various preparations, Wang Chunjiang's air pump factory finally opened on November 10th.

It turns out that the row of abandoned old supply and marketing cooperatives in the yard of the old brigade has been turned into a sand foundry workshop. The opening ceremony was held the day before yesterday, and the castings have been poured out.

After the opening firecrackers, Wan Feng and Wang Chunjiang cut the ribbon for his small factory.

The opening of a small factory with more than a hundred people was also very lively, and the workers hired by Wang Chunjiang applauded and cheered.

After the ribbon-cutting ceremony was completed, the sound of machine tool processing could be heard in the workshop.

Even though an air pump is neither big nor heavy, it still involves a lot of processes, including dozens of processes.

A rough part must be planed, drilled, milled and bored before it enters the assembly workshop.

The crankshaft is machined by the lathe, and the purchased piston, connecting rod, and valve are attached, and then the air pump is completed.

Because it only produces such a single product, although it is a newly opened small factory, it does not look messy.

Wang Chunjiang personally takes charge of the quality inspection. Every process must be inspected personally, and the final finished product is inspected very strictly.

Two days later, when the first batch of air pumps left the factory, the cost of the air pumps was also calculated. The component cost of each air pump was 91 yuan.

The purchase price given by Nanwan Group is 122 yuan, so Wang Chunjiang has a profit of 21 yuan for this air pump.

After deducting the processing costs, electricity charges, and profits and taxes paid, the net profit of an air pump is about 15 yuan.

If 100,000 air pumps are produced in a year, Wang Chunjiang's profit will be around 1.5 million.

He will be able to recoup his investment cost in half a year. By this time next year, he will be a small business owner with a net worth of hundreds of thousands, and will officially become one of the many small business owners who will become powerful.

The Diesel Engine Factory has officially purchased a 50-acre piece of land in Heijiao Development Zone. The site has been selected and the preliminary design has been completed. It will be constructed by Hongya No. 1 Construction in the spring of next year.

The place Jiang Hongguo chose is to the west of Nanwan Automobile, next to Nanwan Automobile and facing the sea.

This is a branch factory with an annual output of 300,000 engines. It mainly produces six-cylinder and four-cylinder truck engines for Nanwan Motors. It is expected to invest 10 million yuan.

Wan Feng was the one who persuaded Jiang Hongguo to build a factory in the development zone, but Wan Feng was surprised when Wei Chunguang appeared here.

"Old Wei! Why are you here? You are not planning to settle here."

"Why, it can't work?"

"Of course, I hope you come. It will be good for your business, right?"

Wei Chunguang is no longer a company that was ready to beg for food in Dongdan. Now he is also a celebrity in Dongdan.

This guy is not a conservative person. He listened to Wan Feng's deception back then, and while making the company's basic products, he has also been trying out some messy things over the years.

We have introduced Bridgestone's production lines and are now able to produce some high-end tires.

The main sales targets of his products are Dongdan Huanghai Bus and Nanwan Automobile. As long as he has these two customers, he can sleep and eat without worries.

Of course, Wei Chunguang did not come to Heijiao Development Zone for tourism. He came to see the place and consider investment.

Setting up a factory here will allow his company to save huge transportation costs. For a company like his now, this is a cost of several million yuan a year.

As the first person from outside the region to invest, Zhang Wencai put in great enthusiasm and spent dozens of kilograms just with his worthless smile.

Wei Chunguang, accompanied by Zhang Wencai, chose a location he thought was suitable, while Wan Feng watched the first truck leave the factory at Nanwan Black Reef Automobile Company.

At 11:10, the first six-ton ​​pointed truck produced by Nanwan Group was completed in the assembly workshop.

This pointed truck, designated NW142, is somewhat similar in appearance to the Jiefang CA141. The difference is that the cab is nearly 30 centimeters wider from front to back than the CA141.

The cab also adopts a panoramic curved windshield and has a complete system of ventilation, heat insulation, sound insulation, sealing and other measures.

The engine adopts the in-line 6102 engine designed and produced by Hongya Diesel Engine of Nanwan, with a power of 140 horsepower, a diaphragm spring clutch, and a six-speed gearbox.

Three to six gears with synchronizer, eight-ton rear axle, rated load capacity of six tons, top speed of 120 kilometers per hour.

This car can be said to be a decent car. All the designs of the car are not advanced but not backward either.

The pointed-nose trucks have left the factory, and the next ones will be flat-nose trucks. It will take about two months.

The first user of this truck was Red Cliff Transport Company.

Most of the trucks of Hongya Transportation Company are still obsolete old-fashioned Jiefang trucks. The reason why these old-fashioned Jiefang trucks are still running is because they cannot buy new trucks.

The entire Hongya Transportation Company's three fleets only have three Dongfeng 140s, four Jiefang 141s, and two right-hand-drive Mitsubishi trucks.

Don't know where it came from.

Hongya Transportation Company spent two million at a time to order thirty new vehicles.

Therefore, the first truck was driven away before it was even warmed up after leaving the factory.

This makes anyone who has ever thought about car addiction can only stamp their feet.

Of course, he couldn't get out of the way unless the transportation company drove away. The Han Guang family stared at him eagerly, fearing that he would take the steering wheel.

This made Wan Feng very dissatisfied: "Third brother! You can't stop me from holding the steering wheel just because I fell into a ditch once, right?"

"It doesn't matter what I said. If you want to drive, go ask your wife. She won't let you drive."

What? An order issued by Luan Feng?

You damn bitch, you ignore me and you even care about me driving. What the hell.

When the day comes to reconcile with her, I must give her a slap on the butt.

Let her know that a man's majesty cannot be challenged.

This woman seemed to have forgiven him even though she was very talkative.

Does this mean that he can enjoy the blessings of others in the future?

Keep a low profile! Keep a low profile! For this question, you must pretend to be the victim and cannot show even a little bit of pride.
Chapter completed!