Rebirth of the 92 Business Tycoon

At noon on the twenty-ninth day of the twelfth lunar month, Feng Yiping hurried back to Feng Jiachong. ◇↓top ◇↓point ◇↓small ◇↓say, x.

In the cold winter days, the children whose faces were red with freezing, and there were some cracked children, wearing bulging bags, holding a box of smashing cannons in their hands as usual, breathing in the heat, and walking along the newly built road. .

When they saw Feng Yiping’s car, they all drove behind the bottom of the car. Now this is still a rare stuff. Those who teach well at home will take the initiative to greet him, either uncle or dad (grandfather). In an instant, Feng Yiping, who was still a yellow flower, passed directly into the middle-aged age.

Wenhua and Wenhui, it is estimated that they saw his car on the hills behind Yan, ran all the way to pick him up, Feng Yiping took out a pack of white rabbits to Wenhua, "Help send it."

"Oh!" the little guys cheered around.

In the past two years, although life has been better, they have not yet reached the point where they can eat toffee at will.

This year, I can finally drive the car directly to the Shai Valley Field in front of Yuan. Now that Feng Zhenchang’s new century has stopped, there is still a red cloth strip on the left rearview mirror. When I was in the provincial capital, this was not there yet.

He also greeted his brothers and sisters all the way, and walked home. The village is very lively now. Those with tape recorders all turn the volume on, playing some festive songs, or the kind of love songs in the lounge.

Those guys who have worked hard outside for a year, dressed in clothes that are obviously more fashionable than their parents, their faces are flushed, but they are drinking, with cigarettes in their mouths, and cigarettes in their ears. Gathered together, talking and laughing loudly with some ostentation.

They are outside. They may be a general worker who doesn't even look at him directly by the boss, or a small construction worker who lives in a shed, who usually doesn't trim the edges and has a dirty face. , Or in some small shops, yelling lads, but here, at home, they are the treasure and pride of their parents.

of course. When at home, parents may also say a few things about them, don't cherish money, call home less, so and so from others, how much they earn in a month, and how much money they bring to the family this year.

However, they say that the other person who made a lot of money is at home. You may also have to be taught a few words by your parents, who else has a child who is better than you.

In short, in the requirements of their parents, there is really no best, only better, and there is no highest requirement for children. Only higher.

However, no matter when working outside. How humble, lowly and uncomfortable, in the past few days when they came home during the Chinese New Year, they all tried their best to dress themselves up as good and prosperous outsiders.

The usually deserted mountain villages became lively because of their return. And full of joy.

They only dared not neglect each of them when they saw Feng Yiping coming over. They all said hello. According to their seniority, these guys were all his juniors. "My uncle is back, so busy!"

"Yiping," Feng Wen ran over, wearing a black leather jacket and a **** scarf around his neck.

This guy only read the agricultural high school for half a year, and then went out to work with others, and now I heard that he works in a brewery. Now he has a fat face that looks like a bun, and his face is so sophisticated, and his hair is greasy and slippery, and there is no trace of the shadow of school.

He was very familiar with Feng Yiping's shoulders, "Do you smoke? Oh, I know you don't smoke. We haven't seen each other for a year or two. Come to my house for dinner!"

"Just tell me if you have anything. We have all been at the same table for a few years." Feng Yiping knew that this meal was a starting point, and there must be something to tell him.

"Do you remember, that's good. We didn't know the news when the two factories in the town were recruiting. Now, do you want people, can I?"

I guess that's what happened, "So, if you usually call home and care about your parents, you won't know about this until now."

Feng Wen blushed a little. After going out of the tightly controlled school, once he went to the vast world outside, sometimes he really forgot his parents behind his ears, "Don’t you know, we’re outside, it’s hard to leave the factory, and it’s even more troublesome to make calls. ."

"Just remember it in the future. It's too late in the town. The people are recruited early. However, we have a factory in the city that will start production in the first half of next year. If you are interested, you can go and see it."

"Really? In the city? What do you do?" The city is better than the town, not far from home, it's also in the city.

"To make metal shelves and steel structure plant components, it is estimated that people will be recruited in February and March."

"That's OK, you must reserve a seat for me, it's a deal!"

Feng Yiping had thought about this a long time ago. Although the old workers in the aluminum products factory performed well this month, Feng Yiping believes that after stabilization, many of them will germinate. Twenty years of temperament is not so easy to change, so it is necessary to recruit some hard-working and low-paid workers to force them to correct their attitudes. This can be regarded as another kind of "catfish effect".

On the hill behind the house, Feng Yuxuan was wearing a dirty gray coat, holding a book in her hand, and leaning against the last big pine tree on the hill. A group of girls of the same age were surrounded by girls of the same age. See you. When he arrived at Feng Yiping, he immediately shouted down, "Mom, your big baby is back!"

Mei Qiuping and Feng Jiasheng’s wife moved a stool and sat under the eaves, licking melon seeds and basking in the sun leisurely, "I'm back!"

Feng Jiasheng’s wife also said, “Oh, our great writer is back!”

It seems that Mei Qiuping did not show signs of signing in front of them.

"I haven't eaten," Mei Qiuping stood up from the stool, patted the melon seeds on his body, and took the suitcase in his hand, "You are here to bask in the sun, and I will serve you food."

Feng Yiping listened to the noise coming out of the house and asked, "What is going on inside?"

"What else are you doing? Drinking and holding a bargain? It's been more than two hours now."

Oh, no wonder it sounds, many people in it are so high-pitched.

"Sanniang, you don't need to be busy. They have been drinking for so long. Let Yiping come to my house with any other dishes. I will cook them a hot pot." Feng Hongbing's mother came out of his kitchen.

Feng Hongbing, who had not seen him in a few years, followed behind. Holding a clay jug in his hand, "Uncle Yiping, come here, you are all ready."

"Then you go," Mei Qiuping said, at the end of the new year. It's normal to go to a neighbor's house for a meal.

On Feng Hong’s log table, there is a brass hot pot. In the early years, this was also the only item in the village, which made many people envy. At this time, the soup inside was already boiled, and it was turned over. Flowers, chicken in the soup. There is a lot of floating in the soup, a strong fragrance and very attractive.

There were plates full of dishes, crisp and dripping green vegetables, lettuce bought on the street, enoki mushrooms, vermicelli, and meat paste. Meatballs, ham sausage. Deep fried balls, thin slices of lamb with skin, pork liver, tender beef, etc., are very rich.

Next to the brazier under the table, the same jug was simmering.

"Uncle, sit down," Feng Hongbing greeted, pointing to the young man sitting at the table and said, "Do you remember who he is?"

It was a young man of their same age, who looked very neat, Feng Yiping tried to remember. Some familiar, but can't remember at all.

"Sorry, I really can't remember."

"It's okay, it's been so many years, but I said one thing you can definitely remember, do you remember when you were in the third grade, playing cockfight, and dislocated your right hand, that was me."

"Oh, you are Chigo."

This "cockfighting" is not the kind of fighting with two chickens on the ground, but a game played by children in poor places when they were young. The rules are very simple, that is, land on one foot, pull up the other leg with both hands, and then Mainly use your knees to attack, and you lose if you land first.

This kind of game can be one-to-one or many-to-many in groups, especially in cold weather, it is very popular with them.

That time, it was also many-to-many, divided into two groups. Feng Yiping was competing with the opposite classmates. Feng Zhigao jumped over from the side and knocked him to the ground with a clean knee. His elbows were subconsciously supported on the ground, but his right hand Kuna was dislocated at that time.

But he is a guy who is not afraid of pain and is very nervous. He felt a little uncomfortable and didn’t take it seriously. He stood and watched other people playing. Later in class, he found that he couldn’t raise his hand and didn’t care much. For the homework done with his left hand, it was not until two classes later, on the way home from school, that the fourth uncle found that his right hand was swollen as thick as his thigh, so he went to see a Chinese bonesurgery doctor.

Feng Zhigao made a glass of wine, "I toast you a glass. When I was young, I was ignorant, so don't take it to heart."

Feng Yiping drank a cup of sweet rice wine, "What's the matter, it was all jokes at the time, I forgot, by the way, where are you getting rich now?" He picked up a small green vegetable cooked in chicken soup with chopsticks. The little green vegetables after the frosting are cooked in chicken broth, it tastes so beautiful!

"I'm not as smart as you guys. I can't read books. After graduating from elementary school, I walked everywhere, from south to north, but I never got out of a famous cabinet. This time, I heard about your cabinet factory. Hiring people, I'll be back, and I have been in the factory for more than a month with Hongbing."

"Oh, that's okay, the cabinet factory will really want your help in the future. Besides, you are so young now, and you have been to so many places. Such an experience is also a kind of wealth in itself, you can't buy it with money, there is no need I despised myself."

"That's right, come, drink, and Mr. Cai has also said that running sales is for people who want us to go north and south like this."

"Have you all decided to run sales?"

"Yes, they are all scheduled in the sales department, but I have to stay in the workshop for three months to figure out all these things inside and out."

This is actually what Feng Yiping emphasized that professional sales must first have a full understanding of their products.

Otherwise, if you find a customer who sells furniture, they will ask you what materials are used for the cabinets, how thick the panels are, how many centimeters are the cabinet doors, what brand of hinges, what paint are used, and what are the fire and water seepage data? So, if you ask three questions, do you still expect others to sell it to you?

After staying in the factory for three months, I am familiar with the various processes, and after I have installed a few sets, I can tell a couple of things when I see competitors’ products. Such sales can convince customers.

"Actually, I still hope to open a specialty store in the future." Feng Hongbing said.

This is also their established strategy. For those places where agents are hard to find and the market is good, Jiasheng will open its own stores.

"Now there are more and more houses built in the city. In the provinces and cities, residential buildings are built one after another. With so many houses, every house needs to be decorated, I don't believe I can't take down a few. "

His analysis is very general and unscientific. Just like the market analysis done by some people, if one person buys a pair of jeans in our country, if one person buys a pair of jeans, it will be a big market of tens of billions. Even if I only occupy 1% of the market. Share, the annual output value is at least 100 million ~ www.wuxiaspot.com~ But of course it is not easy to dampen his enthusiasm now, "This goal is good, work hard!" Feng Yiping toasted him.

"Yes, we work hard together to strive for the sales champion in the factory next year." Feng Zhigao also toasted for fun.

The meal was very refreshing. Feng Yiping didn’t drink much wine. He only ate vegetables. In the end, he couldn’t even eat food. When he got home, it was almost three o’clock. His mother was still out in the sun. The house was still very lively. He was surprised, "Still drinking?"

"They don't have such a big drink, they are drinking tea now."

"What are you talking about, so warm?" Feng Yiping sat down next to his mother. He hadn't drunk much just now, but in such an atmosphere, he now feels a little drunk.

"I'm explaining about building a building in the next year. One said this, and the other said that. I think they are just idle."

Feng Yiping was a little interested when he heard it. I can also add a few sentences on this topic. It turns out that no one wants to listen to what he said, but now it is different. People in the village will definitely not treat him as an ordinary child. (To be continued...)