My Lord, you need to stand up!

Chapter 61 We Don’t Have Anything Else

Because it's like facing the grocery store owner on the shore of West Lake.

Rang Weidong was also very generous to these college students.

The more than one hundred cameras he brought to Pingjing were all handed over to the bespectacled woman He Yuemei to receive them.

This student symposium was attended by some student cadres temporarily transferred from eight surrounding colleges and universities to the Institute of Steel.

So He Yuemei, Han Guobin and other four people are from the School of Iron and Steel, and the other three are from the School of Aeronautics, the School of Geology and the School of Medicine.

Let Weidong take them back to the newspaper office on the bus and explain all the details clearly.

It even includes his great ideas on how he sold it in West Lake.

"I don't want you to try to scrape together the money. I believe the seven of you will encourage and supervise each other to get this done. You may encounter setbacks, setbacks, even be ridiculed or arrested, but I will support you and work with me to sell this camera to tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, or even millions of people."

It's just fun.

Although Weidong himself doesn't like gambling, he would never be like You Qili and others who would bet their entire fortune on something.

But within the range of losses he can afford, he is willing to show off.

It’s like when he’s playing Landlord, he often likes to leave a few moves and then say, “Stop playing, let me decide.”

The college students originally thought that the game he was talking about was the kind of state where the fate of the human world was treated as a game.

Now I am even more impressed.

147 X cameras. He Yuemei and the others said that they still remember this number after so many years.

It seemed as if it foreshadowed that they would be divided into twos, fives, eights, threes, sixes, and nines clearly.

He Yuemei simply wrote a handwritten receipt and handed over the cameras, which were worth more than 4,000 yuan, plus 150 rolls of trial color film in white packaging without any brand.

Weidong pretended to be cool and walked slowly to the bus stop, then turned around and went back to the guesthouse, preparing to set off for the return journey early the next morning.

I never travel at night.

Then Han Guobin stood on the bus, looked back hard at the figure who was immediately surrounded by a pile of jackets, and called the six friends he had just met: "He treated me like a national hero, how can I not repay him with a national hero?"

The others laughed and said it was... sour.

The next morning, the two guys with the best physical strength rode their bicycles before dawn and rushed to Qianmen from more than ten kilometers away.

He handed the warm 5913 yuan in cash to Rang Weidong who was packing up the truck and getting ready to set off!
It was so simple. There were more than one or two hundred people attending the symposium who rushed to buy cameras.

At the discussion meeting of a thousand people, a few of them wanted to buy it.

Tens of thousands of students from the eight colleges in their area disappeared without a trace in the cafeteria during dinner time, like a glass of water poured into the desert.

Color film, which costs twelve yuan each, is even more scarce than cameras.

There is a lottery ticket outside that wins twenty-four or twenty-five!

Moreover, this white packaging is more likely to have the smell of an in-house special product, and anyone who sees it will beg to buy two more.

No, each camera is only sold with one blank film.

Of course, they also bought themselves a machine at the "internal price", leaving a few blanks for self-practice to familiarize themselves with the product.

The main thing was to hold a meeting overnight to sort out the sales charter, financial charter, contact directory, and hand them over to Rang Weidong along with nearly 6,000 yuan.

This is the advantage of college students.

Wei Dong was surprised, but he accepted it with a smile as expected.

But he took out 735 yuan from the camera profit and another yuan and handed them over: "Maybe I won't come to Pingjing in the short term, so just consider this as the first bonus of the year. I hope to give everyone a nice year-end bonus when the accounts are settled at the end of the year."

How could the two guys not be excited? Their faces were full of determination that we were not following the wrong person, and they kept saying, "Just watch!"
The income of 205 yuan per person was almost half a year's income for an outside worker, which was roughly equivalent to 10,000 or 20,000 yuan later.

I was busy all night, and it wasn't even that busy.

The charm of business money can be imagined.

Before Rang Weidong drove the truck loaded with three tons of beef and mutton oil into Shuchuan, Han Guobin had already made a long-distance call to the Hongguang store to report the situation. They simulated sending a piece of goods from Tianjin and Jibei to Pingjing, familiarized themselves with the shipping and receiving procedures, and looked forward to the arrival of the goods as soon as possible to start sales.

Having knowledge and brains makes all the difference when it comes to taking action.

Look at Goudan and the others before. They even had to be taught step by step how to take the train, not to mention picking up goods, shipping goods, and renting a house.

Every night when Weidong arrives at a rest stop in the county or city, he will try to make a long-distance call to his father.

I've been complaining so much that the phone keeps ringing all day long. I'm too busy to finish the malatang and I still have to free up some manpower to answer the calls all the time. I've also written down the contact information of all the people who want to sell cameras, and I've written many pages!

It's so annoying. Weidong was stunned for a moment and laughed out loud. Then let's arrange a special person to answer the phone. That frail and sickly girl in the village who can't work at home can be recruited to do this job.

Old Rang suddenly felt happy and proud. Just because his son brought out the children from various families in the village to work, the reputation of the Rang family in the surrounding rural communes would not be bad.

So he made a call and asked Weidong to contact the Xishan factory immediately to increase the supply, and from then on, two packages of 1,000 and 3,000 units would be sent to Jiangzhou separately every week.

It would take about half a month to enter Sichuan along northern Hebei, southern Henan and Guanzhong, so Wei Dong was supposed to go to Guozhou to meet Yu Songhai.

I called the Xishan factory to request an increase in quantity, but they strongly requested that we go to the factory and have a meeting to sort out future work.

Unable to refuse such a kind offer, even the one who earned 10,000 yuan a week felt that he should go and consolidate his relationship with the factory.

After all, there are thousands of people in the factory, and they may not earn as much as he does from each camera. The old security guard in the tax compound still feels a little uneasy.

Anyway, Guozhou is only a hundred kilometers away from Xishan Factory, which is about the same distance as the fork in the road, so he decided to go to Xishan Factory first.

The oil merchants who used to dare to squeeze in the cab and talk loudly no longer dared to say a word when they arrived at the Jicheng Film Factory, and outside the Pingjing Qianmen Newspaper Office they just squatted in the corner as guards.

On the way back to Sichuan, he actively ran around to help, and Weidong also invited him to join in the meal and drink.

He had no intention of doing the tough and unprofitable beef and mutton tallow business.

But when the big truck turned into the Xishan factory, he was startled. There were red banners hanging at the factory gate saying "Warmly welcome Comrade Rang Weidong back from his successful sales career"!
Then all the factory workers and their families, led by the factory leaders, lined the streets to welcome them. Yu Songhai didn't even leave, but stood by and took pictures with his Canon SLR camera.

There were also firecrackers, gongs, drums and suona.

Goudan, who was already able to operate the steering wheel, actually spoke in a tone similar to that of a funeral in the village, which made Weidong almost kick him away again.

But he knew to push the door and get out of the car quickly, shook hands enthusiastically with the factory leaders, and accepted flowers and a red scarf from two young pioneers wearing white shirts and dark blue pants.

In this era, it is a high honor to be received.

No matter how high the price is... I can't come up with anything else, so let's just give her a female secretary.

Hongguang Factory did not have this awareness.

Maybe it was because Dong Xueqing, with her bright eyes and white teeth, followed beside them last time, that she left a deep impression on the factory leaders.

I found out that the people who followed Rang Weidong this time were all young men. I guess they were attending an emergency consultation meeting, so they arranged a secretary for them before they left.

But Weidong seriously suspected which factory leader's daughter she was.

This is a fucking backdoor.

With an order volume of 4,000 units per week, the Xishan plant has already begun to expand its production capacity with great confidence.

Moreover, their expansion does not require much cost. They can directly borrow the manpower and equipment from the workshop of the neighboring factory.

It’s just like outsourcing in later generations.

After the welcome party, the person who held a meeting with Weidong said that as long as the situation could remain smooth, they would apply to merge with the other party to become Xishan Factory No. 2 in about half a year.

And he said it to my face!

There are nine military factories around here, five of which are related to lenses, while the others are mainly responsible for various supporting production capacities such as lens bodies and metal processing.

They all belong to the Fifth Ministry of Machine Building, which is the Ministry of Ordnance. In fact, they have emphasized military-to-civilian conversion since the late 1970s.

Therefore, the Xishan factory was able to suddenly turn losses into profits, which attracted the leaders of several other factories in the surrounding area to come and learn from it.

Everyone was really simple-minded and had never thought about how much harm it would cause if Weidong took control of the entire sales and then controlled the entire production system. They held a meeting to discuss the matter enthusiastically and actively.

It is really a torture to let Weidong endure the torture in the smoke and fire, restrain himself from revealing business secrets, and hold on to his own profits.

But he also frankly explained the agreement he had reached with the Triumph Film Factory in Jicheng: "A camera must have film to function. The biggest factor currently limiting people from buying cameras is the cost of film. So, I found several domestic photosensitive material factories that Director Cheng mentioned last time to discuss and negotiate..."

A group of factory leaders wearing Zhongshan suits and old military uniforms smoked fiercely and, like the college students, could not help but applaud enthusiastically.

The meeting documents have been distributed to all the factories. Has anyone thought of traveling thousands of miles to visit them?
Who would dare to go alone and discuss cooperation with others?

Yu Songhai, who knew a little about the whole story, didn't say anything. He just recorded silently and raised his camera to take pictures. Well, he also took an X camera to record synchronously and cross-wise.

The words "confinement of thought" are no joke.

After being restricted by the planned economy for decades, people have to obey orders in everything and individuals are not allowed to act rashly or make any unplanned operations.

Moreover, the higher you go in the state-owned sector, the less likely you are to have the kind of unusual ideas that my uncle has.

What Weidong now considers commonplace forty years ago now seems like a groundbreaking feat to everyone else.

At that time, a group of figures in military uniforms were quietly sitting against the wall in the conference room, listening attentively, so much so that Wei Dong didn't even notice them.

(End of this chapter)