Back in the 1980s, hiking in the mountains was also a way of life

Having been given a second chance at life, Wang An only wanted to live a free, unrestrained, happy life until death. If asked to take on the main responsibility of running a business, Wang An would absolutely not do it, mainly because it was too stressful and physically demanding.

Although Wang An wouldn't take on the main responsibility himself, he would be very happy if someone else took the lead and he only provided the money and ideas, without participating in the daily operations and management, and he could receive a share of the profits.

That's right, they're quite happy to do it. Who wouldn't be happy to make money?

So, in order not to delay making money from motorcycles, Wang An wrote two plans yesterday, mainly about how to carry out this project.

The first option is to stockpile a large number of Jialing 70 motorcycle parts, wait more than a year, assemble them directly, and sell them as finished motorcycles, making a huge profit from the price difference.

The second option is to establish a motorcycle factory, purchase some parts production lines, and then initially assemble and sell finished motorcycles using imported parts.

In the medium term, the main method is to assemble motorcycles by imitating most of the parts and purchasing core components.

Later on, it became a complete imitation, meaning all parts were copied and produced entirely in-house.

There's no other way; in China, whether it's a motorcycle factory or a car factory, that's how they all started out.

To put it simply, the outer shell and the parts that we can manufacture ourselves are made in-house, while things like the engine and transmission that we can't manufacture ourselves are imported. That's how it's a mixed bag.

Therefore, Wang An didn't feel ashamed at all for doing this.

Of course, if he makes enough money by then, Wang An will also consider investing in the research and development of an engine. After all, it's better to have your own than to have someone else's, and mastering core technologies is very important.

Wang An drove at high speed to Zhengfu Compound, offered him a cigarette, and the gatekeeper, Uncle Cao, immediately called Wu Dong.

After chatting with Grandpa Cao for a while, Wu Dong drove his 212 Jeep out of the compound.

Rolling down the car window, I heard Wu Dong say:
“Just drive straight to my place. I’ve already called them, and they’ve already set off.”

Wang An agreed and got back into the car to follow Wu Dong's car.

When Wu Dong and Wang An arrived at the gate of Wu Dong's house, several cars were already parked there.

It has to be admitted that when it comes to researching ways to make money, everyone gets incredibly fast. The key is that not a single person is absent, even Zhang Shuya, who is usually very busy, came.

Everyone got out of the car and walked together. Zhang Shuya walked up to Wang An and asked:

"You went to the Qing'an Township coal mine yesterday? Did Old Man Chu and White-Haired Man give you any trouble?"

Wang An smiled and said:

"It wasn't exactly difficult. He brought a bunch of guns and knives to fight me and Lao Wu in a row. After the fight, he let us take the money and leave."

Zhang Shuya nodded and said:
"As long as he didn't make things difficult for you, that's fine. If he dares to make things difficult for you, just tell me, and I'll get revenge for you right away. They've been spoiled."

Wang An chuckled and said:

"Absolutely! With my older sister protecting me, who would dare to mess with me? Hehehe."

At this moment, Wang Shuai patted Wang An on the shoulder affectionately and said:
"Dongzi told me you've figured out another great way to make money?"

Upon hearing this, Wang An said with great smugness:

"Absolutely! The path I've chosen is guaranteed to make a fortune, enough to make your hands cramp from counting money." As soon as Wang An said this, everyone was stunned for a few seconds, and then they all burst into laughter.

He Liang said while laughing:

"Counting money until your hands cramp, hahaha, this is the first time I've ever heard of such a saying. I want to count money until my hands cramp, I'm so proud of that, I'm so proud of that."

Ma Guoqiang also chimed in with a smile:
"Counting money until your hands cramp, how much money do we have to earn to get our hands cramped from counting money? Hahaha. Xiao An, you're just kidding."

Sun Nian also laughed, somewhat disbelievingly:

"I wouldn't have to count money until my hands cramp. If I could make as much money as a pharmaceutical company, I would be very content."

Zhang Shuya also chimed in with a smile:
"In my opinion, it doesn't even need to be like a pharmaceutical factory. I would be satisfied if it could have half the profit of a pharmaceutical factory."

It's obvious that they absolutely believed Wang An when he said he could make money with the six of them.

But when Wang An told them to count money until their hands cramped, they all became skeptical.

Wang An didn't argue with them. After all, they hadn't been reborn, and they had no idea how terrifying the number of motorcycles would be on the Chinese mainland in the next 30 years.

Yes, it was terrifying, extremely terrifying.

The group chatted and laughed as they walked into the house together.

After everyone was seated, Wu Dong said to Wang An:

"Xiao An, tell me, just repeat what you told me yesterday."

So, Wang An said with a smile:
"There's nothing mysterious about it, it's just tinkering with motorcycles. I think motorcycles have great potential, and if we get in now, it'll be perfect timing, and we'll definitely make a fortune."

After Wang An finished speaking, He Liang frowned and said:

"Motorcycles? What kind of big development can motorcycles have? Ordinary people can't afford them, and even those who work would have to save up for several years to buy one. Can these things sell well?"

After He Liang finished speaking, Ma Guoqiang also said:
"I also think this thing is pretty bad. It costs around 3 yuan, it doesn't shield you from the wind or rain, and it's freezing cold to ride in winter. I think only rich people can afford to buy one to play around with occasionally. Who in their right mind would spend 3 yuan on such a thing?"

Sun Nian also frowned and said:
"Yeah, my sidecar motorcycle has been sitting in the open shed ever since it got frozen. It hasn't been touched for half a year. Is anyone going to buy a motorcycle with that?"

Following closely behind, Zhang Shuya and Wang Shuai also spoke up, all expressing doubts and disapproval of the motorcycle.

It's understandable that they might have doubts, since in the minds of car owners, motorcycles are only meant to be ridden in the summer, making them seem like a poor value for money.

At that time, motorcycles were indeed not something that ordinary people could afford.

Because they are not reborn individuals, they have no idea how rapidly China is developing, nor do they know how useful motorcycles are in the eyes of ordinary people.

As for whether it's cold or not, that's simply not something ordinary people consider.

Who doesn't feel cold riding a motorcycle in the dead of winter? But what's worse than the cold is poverty!
In their minds, the days when ordinary people couldn't afford motorcycles are now over, because the number of motorcycles on the streets is increasing exponentially.

Of course, only Wu Dong did not raise any questions. (End of Chapter)