What the hell is a private enterprise?

Chapter 56 This is really unnecessary

"How about letting me give it a try?"

When Yang Tai thought of the time when he drove an old machine to spread pesticides under the setting sun, he was back to his lost youth.

If he hadn't encountered this today, he would have almost forgotten that he was also a pilot.

Tang Wen had never expected that he would be able to come into contact with airplanes in this way. In fact, what he didn't know was that in order to develop the Great Northern Wilderness and build the Northwest at that time, the country invested a considerable amount of machinery.

Even several aviation universities at the time built several models of light agricultural aircraft in succession, some of which later obtained FAA certification and were exported to the other side of the Pacific.

It was because the basic industry was too weak, the agricultural machinery and aircraft produced at that time were generally of very poor quality, and there was a lack of gasoline, so production gradually came to a halt.

It was not until the new century that these jobs were replaced on a large scale by drones.

However, it is indeed a wonderful combination for an amateur pesticide pilot to take control of the F4F.

"That's not good. The plane still needs some preparation, and flying is risky."

Tang Wen thought that if the village chief went up and made a mess, he would have a hard time explaining it. However, Yang Tai became even more excited:

"Need repairs? I can find someone. The guys from the old aviation school still have their phone numbers. They've repaired Type 47s, Type 51s, Nakajimas, American Hawks, P9s, P11s, and even the old La-s and La-s. They're all retired now and have nothing to do, but I can always call.

If you need parts, they should be able to disassemble some of it."

"Even flying is fine. You don't need any flying skills to run an entertainment program with tourists. They can all fly just by flying around a few times."

"Don't worry, just think of this as the technical talent support provided by the township to you. It's just a token of your appreciation."

The village chief was so enthusiastic that Tang Wen could only nod and say:
"Maybe we can try, but the runway hasn't been built yet, and these projects haven't been approved yet..."

"Don't worry, I'll take care of it for you.

You are planning to build a road together, right? There is a construction team in Nantou Village. They charge low prices and do honest work. I will help you contact them.

I also know where to buy cheap cement and gravel. I'll tell Yonggui about it later."

Yang Tai waved his hand and said it was a small matter.

"I have another question. How come you cut in line all the way to the Great Northern Wilderness, Village Chief?"

This question has been weighing on Tang Wen's mind. From Echeng to the Great Northern Wilderness, it almost crosses the entire country.

"I am from the Northeast, why don't I go to the Great Northern Wilderness?"

"Then how did you become the mayor of Goose City?"

"Later, I supported the factory in Yangcheng and found a wife here. After a while, I ended up working here.

Don’t mention it, the south is much warmer than the Northeast, I haven’t even considered going back.”

"..."

As soon as Tang Wen mentioned it, Yang Tai picked up his Northeastern dialect and instantly confirmed his identity.

A man from Northeast China serves as a village chief in the south... Lao Yang's experience is really a life of wandering.

……

After saying goodbye to the two, Tang Wen drove all the way to Echeng.

According to the location Wu Laoer had mentioned before, he found a very remote storefront without a sign in the city.

The rolling shutter door was half open, and there were simple tables and chairs inside. Wu Laoer was sitting there dozing off.

Tang Wen jumped out of the car and saw two diesel engines used as samples in the store.

"Brother Tang!"

When Wu Laoer, who was woken up, saw Tang Wen, he immediately stood up and wiped his saliva.

He is now completely different from when he was in the farm machinery store. I don't know where he found a suit.

Although the fabric was wrinkled and the pants looked too big, he already looked like a businessman.

"You came at the perfect time. We can have dinner soon. I was just about to invite the people from the tractor factory over there."

Wu Laoer also waited for a long time, and then he took out a square box from his waist and started operating it in his hand.

"Pager?"

This was Tang Wen's first time seeing this thing, but he recognized it immediately. "Yeah, I've been running around doing business these days. I bought this to help me make connections."

There was a hint of pride in Wu Laoer's tone. Not many people could afford a pager nowadays.

Although it couldn't make calls, the pager was able to send short messages, and one cost two thousand yuan.

There are even special belt bags now that you can carry your pager on your body to show off.

However, knowing all the heroes around at that time, Wu Lao Er only dared to hide it under his coat and only took it out when there were few people around.

Seeing this, Tang Wen said "Oh" and took out his Philips mobile phone.

"Just tell me your phone number and I'll call you directly."

Looking at the mobile phone in Tang Wen's hand, Wu Laoer was in awe.

A mobile phone now costs six or seven thousand yuan, and a credit card costs more than ten thousand yuan.

This thing is simply a killer weapon for making friends and negotiating. Just sit down and put it on the table, and everyone will know who is the most powerful boss.

If you use this thing to make a phone call, the security guards at any office won't dare to ask too many questions and will definitely open the door politely.

The prestige of a mobile phone today is no less than that of a Rolls-Royce in the future.

Calling the people at the tractor factory? They don’t have cell phones, and at best they have a pager.

After Wu Laoer explained, Tang Wencai stopped talking and listened to him talk about the situation of the tractor factory:
The tractor factory was called "Sanwang Agricultural Machinery" and it mainly produced four-wheel heavy-duty tractors for transporting wood, but it also produced other agricultural machinery.

The purchasing agent Wu Laoer met was the boss's brother-in-law. They started chatting after meeting in the game hall and found out that they needed to expand production but couldn't find a suitable diesel engine.

Imported products are expensive and scarce, domestic products are not much cheaper, and they are prone to breaking.

After Wu Laoer recommended it and took the other party to see the actual samples, he decided to have a deeper chat.

They had already booked a private room in the hotel in advance, and it was almost time for them to leave after sending a message on their pager.

Tang Wen already had a rough idea in his mind, so he took Wu Laoer to the restaurant they had booked.

This hotel used to be a good state-owned hotel of high quality. Tang Wen saw two cars parked in front of the door from a distance.

Including a very familiar red Santana, exactly the same as Zheng Hai's.

However, he didn't remember the license plate and dismissed it as a coincidence.

When he entered the box, he saw a short young man with long hair, and next to him sat a girl with a strong Shamatte style and black paint around her eyes.

"This is Boss Tang."

Wu Lao Er quickly introduced:
"This is the purchasing manager of Sanwang Tractor, Manager Chen Xiaojie."

"Hello, Mr. Tang, have a cigarette."

As soon as Chen Xiaojie opened his mouth, Tang Wen almost called him cousin, but there was nothing he could do as the tone was too strong.

Although he was wearing a suit, his trousers were so narrow that they were tight on his legs, revealing most of his calves, and he was wearing leather shoes without socks.

All the elements are complete and the stereotypes are full.

Seeing that Tang Wen was very enthusiastic, Chen Xiaojie immediately offered him a cigarette.

"Thank you, but I don't smoke."

Tang Wen waved his hand to refuse, and then the other party seamlessly took out a plastic bag filled with black betel nuts.

"Then chew some nutmeg. The Haikou flavor is very authentic."

"This...this I'm not used to either."

Tang Wen felt that it was impolite to refuse twice, but Chen Xiaojie was not angry. Instead, he pushed the Shamatte girl over after a little thought.

Tang Wen: (speech)!

"There's no need for that, Manager Chen, just enjoy it yourself."

Although the Shamatte girl didn't seem to mind, Tang Wen politely stopped her and quickly got to the point:

"Manager Chen, let's talk about the diesel engine business. I have something else to do tonight."

(End of this chapter)