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

Upon hearing this, Wu Dong was taken aback at first, then scoffed at Wang An:

"Damn, Xiao Anzi, you're really something! You ignore the pharmaceutical factory and the motorcycle factory, so all we've got is to do your dirty work every day?"

The term "扛活" used here is a local dialect term that actually means working as a laborer.

However, it must be admitted that Wu Dong's words made a lot of sense, because apart from giving advice and distributing money, Wang An really did nothing and didn't care about anything. His only contribution was going to Anguo to find raw materials.

Although Wu Dong was right and it was indeed the case, Wang An certainly couldn't admit it!
How could I admit to something like this?

Therefore, upon hearing this, Wang An immediately defended himself:

"Brother Wu, you're wrong about that. I, Wang An, am not that kind of person. I'm just afraid that an amateur will give orders to an expert."

Besides, I didn't even finish junior high school, I can't read a single word. If I stood in the factory giving orders all day, wouldn't that be embarrassing for you guys? Don't you agree, Brother Wu?

Before Wang An could finish speaking, Wu Dong interrupted him directly:
"Alright, alright, alright, just shut up. Whenever I talk about you, you have a million reasons, but I never mention that you're lazy. Okay, hurry up and come over here. We're all going to the factory in a bit. By the way, our factory is located near the old steel mill."

Before Wang An could speak, Wu Dong hung up the phone immediately, which was quite decisive.

Wang An smiled and placed the microphone on the receiver.

After leaving the garrison and returning home, Wang An said to Mu Xueqing:
"Honey, I have to go to the county. I probably won't be back until tonight. Don't wait for me to eat or sleep."

Upon hearing this, Mu Xueqing quickly asked:

"Who called you? What happened?"

Wang An said as he changed his clothes:
"The motorcycle factory has finished assembling the motorcycles. I need to go over and take a look. After that, I'll discuss with Brother Wu and the others what price to sell these motorcycles for, and how to sell them properly."

Mu Xueqing said with considerable surprise:

"So fast? We can produce motorcycles ourselves now?"

Wang An chuckled and said:

"We don't have that capability. We can only assemble a bunch of motorcycle parts. To say we can produce them is an understatement. We'd be lucky to even be able to assemble them."

Mu Xueqing didn't ask any further questions, but simply nodded and said:

"Then drive slowly."

Wang An waved his hand and turned to leave.

After speeding along, Wang An soon arrived at the old steel plant, which had now been renamed DJ County No. 1 Motorcycle Factory.

Speaking of this steel plant, it was built more than 20 years ago. Back then, for certain reasons, various places started to smelt iron and steel, and DJ County, as a relatively developed county at the time, naturally did not want to fall behind.

And so, this steel plant came into being.

Back then, in order to make steel, many households even threw their kitchen knives, axes, and large iron pots into the steel furnace. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that every household was unarmed.

Unfortunately, without the corresponding technology to support it, half of the steel produced at that time was scrap iron, which could not be used normally at all.

So the steel plant quickly went out of business, and its factory area and buildings were left abandoned for more than 20 years.

What Wang An didn't expect was that after some tidying up, the steel plant now looked quite decent.

Several jeeps were already parked in the factory area, proving that Wu Dong and Zhang Shuya had arrived. Sure enough, when Wang An followed the sound into a factory building, Wu Dong and Zhang Shuya, along with five others, were already gathered around a motorcycle.

Surrounding the motorcycle with them were several middle-aged men who were not young.

It was obvious that these middle-aged men were the engineers and senior technicians that Wu Dong and Zhang Shuya had used their connections to rehire from the Bingcheng Machinery Factory and Bicycle Factory.

Wang An stepped forward, and Wang Shuai immediately grabbed him, saying excitedly:

"Xiao An, you're finally here! Come and see, how's the motorcycle we assembled ourselves?"

Wang An glanced at the several assembled motorcycles beside him and asked with a smile:

"Wow, that's fast! You've already assembled so many."

After Wang An finished speaking, Wu Dong grinned and said to Wang An:
"Yeah, if you had come two days later, the first batch of 130 motorcycles would have been fully assembled."

Wang An didn't reply, but just chuckled as he got on his motorcycle, turned the key, and kicked the start lever.

With just one kick, the motorcycle caught fire.

Wang An shifted gears, gripped the clutch, and rode his motorcycle around the spacious factory for a bit. Once back in his seat, he happily exclaimed:
"Great, great! This motorcycle is awesome to ride, it's bound to sell like hotcakes, hahaha!"

Actually, apart from not having the "Jialing Honda 70" lettering painted on it, everything else about this car is exactly the same as a Jialing Honda.

Wang An was simply there to see how well the car was assembled.

After all, whether in this era or in later generations, being able to assemble a bunch of parts into a motorcycle is definitely a technical skill.

As soon as Wang An got off the motorcycle, He Liang immediately said:

"Let's go to the office first, and discuss how to sell this motorcycle, and what price would be appropriate."

At He Liang's call, the seven shareholders and a hired sales manager walked together toward the office.

After everyone was seated, Ma Guoqiang spoke first:

"At the state-run stores in Bingcheng, this car is now selling for 3380 yuan plus 280 industrial vouchers. I don't think our car has much industrial cost, otherwise we wouldn't accept the industrial vouchers."

Upon hearing this, Wang An quickly replied:

"That won't do. Now they're advocating a dual-track system, so we have to do it that way too. Otherwise, if we want to buy stamping machines and special steel, we'll have to pay high prices without industrial vouchers."

Zhang Shuya immediately echoed:

"Yeah, I think we should still collect them. Although the industrial vouchers are becoming less and less useful, and many places in the south have already abolished them this year, I feel that it will take another two years for us to do the same here."

And you know what? Zhang Shuya was right, because Heilongjiang Province did indeed abolish industrial coupons in 85.

Now, the role of industrial coupons is gradually diminishing. Things like sewing machines, watches, wall clocks, flashlights, and so on can no longer be purchased without industrial coupons.

After Zhang Shuya finished expressing her opinion, everyone else chimed in, each discussing motorcycle pricing and sales methods.

However, in Wang An's view, these second-generation rich kids were still too conservative in their thinking and their ideas were too outdated. (End of Chapter)