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However, for every good news there is bad news.

The bad news is that of the 31 motorcycles sold, 26 were sold to various units on Lingdao Island, and only 5 were bought by individual customers.

This ratio is seriously out of balance.

It's important to know that the county town alone has a resident population of over 100,000, and the entire county has a population of 200,000 to 300,000.

With such a large population, only 5 individual customers bought a mere 5 units, which is hardly a large number.

This also shows that once all the leaders start riding motorcycles, motorcycle sales will inevitably plummet.

Looking at this data, Wu Dong, Zhang Shuya, and the others were clearly somewhat disappointed.

He Liang frowned deeply, his face full of worry, and said:

"Xiao An, are you sure you can make money with motorcycles? If all these people with a little money buy them all, won't we be stuck with these motorcycles?"

After He Liang finished speaking, Ma Guoqiang also frowned and said:

"I also think this thing is probably out of reach. It costs over 3 yuan, and most people can't afford it!"

After the two finished speaking, the others also started to discuss it, but their attitudes were all rather negative.

Compared to pharmaceutical factories, the money and effort invested in motorcycle factories are undoubtedly much greater.

However, the actual result was not as satisfactory as expected.

Of course, this was also because Wang An's hype was a bit too strong, so everyone's expectations for the motorcycle deal were too high.

Wang An smiled faintly and said:

"Don't worry, calm down. It's not time yet. People are about to start planting, and they need to use their money to buy seeds and fertilizer. They won't have any spare money to buy motorcycles. Wait until Qiu'er and you see, we'll definitely sell a lot."

After a pause, Wang An said, quite puzzled:

"Besides, even if we only sell one motorcycle every two days, we'll still make a profit. After deducting all expenses, each of us can still earn fifty or sixty yuan a day. What's going on with you guys?"

Upon hearing this, Wu Dong grinned and said with a helpless expression:

"That's true. Fifty or sixty yuan a day for one person, that's over ten thousand or twenty thousand yuan a year. That's quite a lot. Let's take it slow."

Upon hearing this, Wang An couldn't help but ask:
"Brother Wu, how much do you earn a month now?"

Wu Dong said subconsciously:

"Including bonuses and subsidies, it's about 130 yuan a month. Why are you asking about this?"

Wang An immediately said jokingly:
"You only make a little over 130 yuan a month, which is about 1500 yuan a year. This motorcycle only earns you about 20,000 yuan a year, and you still complain that it's too slow? Brother Wu, how can you say that?"

Wu Dong's face stiffened, and he was about to speak when he heard Wang An chuckle and say to everyone:
"Hey everyone, you guys are really getting cocky these days. You think 20,000 yuan a year is too little? And you're complaining that you're earning it too slowly?"

As soon as Wang An said this, the worry on everyone's faces vanished instantly, replaced by embarrassment.

Wu Dong said with a embarrassed expression:

"The main problem is that you've been leading us to make a lot of money. We're still getting used to it. Besides, we've invested a lot in the motorcycle factory and the shop. It's a full 50 yuan. It'll take several years to break even."

Wu Dong's words were indeed correct, because compared to the development of pharmaceutical factories, the return cycle for motorcycle factories seemed rather long. A business that takes several years to break even is unlikely to make anyone happy.

Wang An remained calm and confident, saying:

"It certainly won't take several years. At the latest, by the end of next year, we'll have recouped all our investment."

Wang Anke remembers that, driven by the "military-to-civilian" policy in the motorcycle market, the motorcycle industry across the country began to experience explosive growth in the second half of 83.

By the end of 83, the number of privately owned motorcycles in China had exceeded 10. By 84, the number of privately owned motorcycles had exceeded 20. But by 85, the number of privately owned motorcycles had exceeded 100 million.

It's important to know that this was April 1983, and the number of privately owned motorcycles was only around 27,000, less than 30,000.

So, from the current 3 to 10 by the end of the year, then to 20 next year, and 100 million the year after, what an astonishing number that would be!
However, it was around 85 that some first-tier developed cities began to implement "motorcycle bans," which shows just how terrifying the number of motorcycles must have been at that time.

Even in later generations, apart from certain main roads in the provincial capital, Bingcheng, where motorcycles were banned, no other places in Heilongjiang Province ever issued a motorcycle ban.

In short, after a few more months, all of Wu Dong and Zhang Shuya's worries will disappear.

Because in the next few months, motorcycle sales across the country will continue to rise without any decline, and this continuous growth will last for two or three decades until the advent of electric vehicles and the widespread adoption of private cars.

Although everyone still had doubts about Wang An's words, no one dared to refute them.

The main problem is that all the money that needed to be invested has already been invested. Even if the status quo is maintained, everyone has to persevere. They can't just go bankrupt and give up, can they?

The key point is that people don't lack confidence in motorcycle factories; they just feel that the return on investment is a bit slow.

Thinking of all this, Wang An said to He Liang somewhat anxiously:
"Brother Liang, didn't you say a couple of days ago that you had another batch of ointments sold to South Korea? Use the foreign exchange from that batch of ointments, along with the foreign exchange from the Japanese a few days ago, to buy motorcycle parts from the Japanese immediately. Don't delay at all."

He Liang blinked, and said very uncertainly:

“Xiao An, the two batches of foreign exchange together amount to more than 10 yuan. Are you sure you want to buy motorcycle parts with them? The price of parts has gone up in Japan. The price of parts for one motorcycle has increased by more than 300 yuan.”

Wang An nodded very firmly and said:
"Absolutely! Definitely! Certainly!"

"And it's not just these two batches of foreign exchange. All future foreign exchange inflows will be used to buy motorcycle parts as soon as possible. Trust me, our inventory of dozens of motorcycles is far from enough. You'll see by autumn how worrying it is to have money to make but no stock in the warehouse."

After Wang An finished speaking, He Liang, Ma Guoqiang, Wu Dong, and Zhang Shuya exchanged glances for a moment, and then Zhang Shuya nodded first and said:
"I believe in Xiao An."

Immediately afterwards, Sun Nian also said:

"I also believe in Xiao An."

Then, Wang Shuai, Wu Dong, He Liang, and Ma Guoqiang all looked at Wang An and said almost in unison:

"I also believe in Xiao An."

Because the four of them spoke together, as if they had planned it beforehand, not only were the four of them stunned after they finished speaking, but Wang An, Zhang Shuya, and Sun Nian were also taken aback.

Realizing what was happening, Wang An couldn't help but tease the others:
"Oh my god, how did you four grown men end up with this 'telepathic understanding' thing?"

After Wang An finished speaking, everyone burst into laughter.

It must be said, however, that these second-generation rich kids really spoil Wang An.

Based on current sales figures, diverting a large amount of foreign exchange to import motorcycle parts is actually a very unwise move. (End of Chapter)