Chapter 1668
is quite a show of respect.
After finishing the motorcycle business, Wang An didn't go to the county town again, except for the two times he went to transport fertilizer and the time he went to help Huang Zhong's family transport cement and steel bars.
He Liang laughed and said:
"Hahaha. You're really having a good time as a boss. You don't care about the pharmaceutical factory, and you don't care about the motorcycle factory either. I can tell that we're all just doing all the work for you."
Wang An wasn't embarrassed at all, and said with a smile:
“The saying goes, ‘The capable rise, the mediocre step aside, and the incompetent fall.’ I didn’t even graduate from junior high school. Even if you let me manage the factory, I wouldn’t understand how to manage it. Besides, without my involvement, the factory would definitely be thriving. But if I get involved, hehehe, I’m sure I’ll ruin the factory.”
After Wang An finished speaking, He Liang immediately laughed and scolded:
"Get the hell out of here! You keep bringing up that you didn't graduate from junior high. If you didn't graduate from junior high, how come you could come up with such a profitable business? I think you're just lazy, so lazy that your ass is going to get maggots."
Wang An was not angered by this, mainly because most of the work was done by others, and Wang An only participated for a period of time at the beginning of the factory's construction.
So, can't people even complain a little? What right does Wang An have to provoke them?
So, Wang An's eyes darted around, and he said with a grin:
"Hey Liang, yesterday Lao Wu and I caught a pretty good number of leopards. I'm cleaning them up today. Once they're dried, I'll bring you some dried leopards. I'll pick out all the female leopards for you."
"Let me tell you, Liang, the ants we caught this time were really good. They were all huge, each one weighing more than an ounce."
However, before Wang An could finish speaking, He Liang rudely interrupted him:
"Stop interrupting me. I'm talking to you about the factory, what are you rambling on about? Haven't I ever eaten 'hashima' before?"
Wang An chuckled and said:
"I've got something good to share with you guys, why aren't you appreciating it?"
Wang An's evasive manner of speaking immediately made He Liang abandon any thoughts of complaining about Wang An. Instead, He Liang suddenly said with great joy:
"If you're free tomorrow, come over and see how fast our scar removal medicine is selling, and how crazy our motorcycles are selling right now, hahaha."
After hearing this, Wang An also laughed along.
Although all of this was within Wang An's expectations, he was still very happy when it actually happened.
The profits from motorcycles are substantial, and in terms of earning money, they are definitely much faster than scar removal drugs. The only difference is that motorcycles have higher costs, resulting in a much lower profit margin.
Another issue is that importing motorcycle parts requires foreign exchange, which was extremely scarce at the time, making it far less desirable than scar removal medication.
Wang An chuckled smugly and said:
"Absolutely! If we weren't making money, why would I call you all together? Hehehehehe."
He Liang said, quite puzzled:
"Damn, I'm just baffled. How did you know the motorcycles were going to sell like hotcakes, and then you started stockpiling inventory more than two months in advance? Let me tell you, Xiao An, if we hadn't stockpiled enough, we wouldn't have been able to supply enough motorcycles to sell."
Before Wang An could speak, He Liang continued:
"By the way, before you come over tomorrow, bring a lot of those hashima (a type of fried dough). I just got back from outside, and I haven't had any hashima yet this year."
Before Wang An could answer, someone on the phone called He Liang's name. He Liang responded and then said to Wang An:
"Alright, I'm busy now, I'm not talking to you anymore."
After he finished speaking, there was a "click" sound on the other end of the line, and He Liang hung up the phone.
Wang An hung up the phone, shook his head, and couldn't help but smile.
From He Liang's words, it was clear that motorcycle sales had taken off, and were booming. Wang An, however, knew that from this moment on, the motorcycle boom would continue indefinitely, and that Wang An and his six second-generation heirs would make a fortune in the motorcycle industry for the next 30 years.
After hanging up the phone, Wang An greeted Sun Dafu and was about to leave the village when Sun Dafu suddenly called out to him:
"Where's Xiao An? I overheard you on the phone saying that motorcycles are selling like hotcakes?"
Wang An was taken aback by what he heard and really wanted to say to Sun Dafu: "How can you be so rude, old man? Do you know that eavesdropping on other people's phone calls is very immoral?"
But despite his thoughts, Wang An said:
"Ah, yes, Grandpa Sun, my friend is tinkering with motorcycles in the county town, and he says they're selling really well lately."
Upon hearing this, Sun Dafu immediately put on a fawning smile and said:
"Hey Xiao An, from what I heard on your phone call, you and your friend seem to be getting along really well."
Wang Ankababa blinked, forcing a smile, and said:
"Yeah, it's alright. We used to play together all the time."
Wang An sensed that Sun Dafu needed his help, so he neither agreed nor disagreed, only uttering this ambiguous statement.
Sure enough, just as Wang An was thinking this, he saw Sun Dafu once again put on a fawning smile and say:
“Our eldest son, Haodong, is getting married. You told Uncle Ming that you wanted to buy him a motorcycle.”
Wang An was taken aback by this, nodded, and then said something utterly useless:
"Wow, Haodong is getting married soon. Time really flies."
Fortunately, Sun Dafu didn't respond, but instead said rather awkwardly:
"We finally managed to scrape together the money, but we're still short half of the industrial vouchers."
Wang An nodded without speaking, then heard Sun Dafu put on a fawning smile again, rubbing his hands together as he said:
"Xiao An, it's just that, if you could tell your friend that you can ask him to pay half of the industrial voucher first, and then I'll send it to your friend when I've collected the rest."
Upon hearing this, Wang An immediately understood what was going on.
As industrial vouchers become increasingly useless, many organizations have stopped issuing or reduced their issuance. Even scalpers are now reluctant to deal with industrial vouchers, fearing that they might become unsellable assets one day.
However, Sun Dafu still had some industrial coupons left to use. Based on the principle of not wasting money, he thought he could spend less money and buy a motorcycle at the price of industrial coupons. Anyway, the price of industrial coupons is very cheap now, and his family will be able to buy them sooner or later.
You should know that buying a motorcycle with industrial coupons will save you a full 80 dollars compared to not buying it with industrial coupons.
If it's half, that's 40 yuan. Back then, a regular employee's monthly salary was less than 40 yuan, so Sun Dafu's idea of saving 40 yuan was perfectly reasonable.
Thinking of this, Wang An readily agreed:
"Hey, I thought it was a big deal. Grandpa Sun, whatever you say goes. Even if you didn't have any industrial vouchers, I'd still make him sell them to you at the price of industrial vouchers, and then I'd have to make him give you a big gift package afterwards."
"By the way, regarding the half of the industrial vouchers you mentioned that you don't have enough, don't worry about whether you owe them or not. Even if you manage to collect the rest, don't give it to him. If he dares to ask you for it, tell him to come to me."
Wang An's generous and righteous words were definitely a great show of respect for Sun Dafu.
Upon hearing this, Sun Dafu immediately stood up and said with a face full of gratitude:
"Xiao An, I don't know how to thank you enough. You're so thoughtful." (End of Chapter)