In the past, Wan Feng didn't think about building electric fans, but he didn't think about it because the conditions were not very good, mainly because they couldn't build some electronic components.

He has a lot of things in mind, but it's not easy to produce a lot of things, because it requires a system.

For example, a computer, a mobile phone, you just know how it works, but how do you make it? There are some things in it that you can't produce at all.

Not to mention that they are the ones he is saying these concepts now, and he can't match those parts in the whole country.

This requires a step-by-step process.

Even if he can now remember the winning numbers of all the jackpots in the previous life, and can remember the big bull stocks in every bull market, what is the use?

It will take more than ten years for the lottery to appear, and the stock market is still blowing a whirlwind in the sky, is it useful?

Since the 60s, there have been several domestic manufacturers in the production of electric fans, such as bats, Watson and other brands of fans in the market.

The electric fan back then was almost an iron lump, and an electric fan had more than 50 catties, and the cost was too high.

Now that he has an injection molding machine, many of the parts in the electric fan can be replaced by plastic, so that the weight will be greatly reduced and the cost will be reduced, and some parts he remembers where to buy them, and he remembers that he can poke this thing out.

He doesn't think about the unrealistic things now, just the things that can be produced under the current conditions, even if the product is relatively simple.

Yan dance, Yan dance, sing together to have a piece of love...

In the eighties, this was an advertising song that resounded all over China, Wan Feng was impressed, of course he had to keep such a loud brand for himself, as for what Yancheng Radio Factory, they went to get other names.

Four of the five tractors manufactured in this batch were sold, and the first stop was a small victory.

Everything is difficult at the beginning, as long as this first step comes out, the next step may be the sea and the sky.

At noon, Wan Feng went to Luan Feng's house for lunch, and then he lay on the kang and began to scribble.

At first, he purposefully drew the shape of various tractors, as well as some sneakers and sportswear, but later he didn't even know what he had drawn, and he drew a lot of messy things anyway.

When Luan Feng entered the house from the workshop in the middle of the afternoon to look for something, he saw Wan Feng lying on a kang of drawing paper and falling asleep.

Saliva flowed out of the elder.

Luan Feng looked at Wan Feng who was sleeping soundly with his head on his hands in distress, and his eyes turned red when he looked at it.

Don't look at her big grin, but she clearly knows how ambitious this little man is, and how much pressure she feels in her heart.

If there is no pressure, why should he run around all day, many things should not have been done by him, he has done his best.

Among the fourteen or fifteen-year-old boys in the village, none of them were heartless in playing with cats and dogs all day long, only he was fourteen years old and forty-year-old.

I don't know what he's trying to do, just enough money to spend, does he still want to move the bank?

It is said that men worry about it early, and when they get old, they will be bald, will he have no hair on his head in the future?

If the hair on the head falls out, will the hair fall out elsewhere?

Oh, how ugly that bare is! It's better to be as dense as it is now.

Thinking of this, Luan Feng's eyes were no longer red, but her face was red, God knows where she went.

Luan Feng dragged a pillow to pick up Wan Feng's head and stuff it under his head, and then dragged a blanket over Wan Feng's body.

Then carefully put away the messy things that Wan Feng drew one by one.

She knew that these graffiti-like things might turn into a project at some point, and they could create some amazing wealth.

What are these paintings?

This is a tracksuit, this is a shoe, it should be a sneaker in his mouth.

This is a tractor, a tractor with a very streamlined style, which seems to be much better and bigger than the tractors sold in the machinery factory.

It was a tape recorder, much larger than the brick machine she was using now, like a small cabinet.

There's also something with a round head, which is an electric fan, and I remembered.

These were things she knew, and there were some things she didn't, like this bicycle-like thing, but it didn't seem to be the same as a bicycle, it didn't seem to have pedals.

There are also tricycles, but they are obviously different from the three wheels that Wan Feng rides.

There were also some things she didn't even know what they were, and she couldn't even guess them.

Guessing things wasn't her forte, so she wouldn't waste that brain.

The little villain can think of anything and can come up with it, so why would she bother with that energy?

He is responsible for manufacturing, and she is responsible for watching, as long as she is responsible for use.

What a wonderful world it is.

"Bang!"

It seems that I was thinking too much about something, and my head hit the wall.

Luan Feng rubbed her head and giggled, and after smirking, she found that Wan Feng tilted his head and looked at her like an idiot.

"Is the wall strong or your head strong? Why don't I understand, what is the experience of hitting your own head against the wall?"

"You just hit your head against the wall, aren't people thinking about things? ”

"If you think about something, you hit your head against the wall? Is there still such a means to develop the intellect?"

"It's all your fault, drawing so much mess. ”

Luan Feng put on his shoes, put the paintings in the cabinet, made a grimace at Wan Feng and went out.

Wan Feng yawned and rolled over, he thought he had to sleep a little longer, it didn't seem like he had slept well.

Tonight's movie was transferred to Waqian, and after dinner, Luan Feng took a group of her men to watch the movie.

Wan Feng didn't want to go, and watching the movie once was just like that, and it was not interesting to watch the same content all the time.

But I was forced by Luan Feng to go anyway, but fortunately, I arrived a few steps later.

"Popsicle popsicles, do you buy popsicles?"

As soon as he walked not far in front of the depression, Jiang Jun's angry voice came from his ears.

I said how I didn't see the shadow of this product after the holiday, and it turned out that I poured popsicles again this summer.

In the next second, Jiang Jun pushed Wan Feng's original bicycle and came to Wan Feng's group of people with a suitcase.

Wan Feng took out a dollar from his pocket and threw it on Jiang Jun's popsicle box: "Bring me twenty." ”

Jiang Jun saw that it was Wan Feng: "What money do you give for eating popsicles?

"Don't talk nonsense, does the uncle miss your dollar, rich, willful!"

Jiang Jun snorted and put away the money, if you are paralyzed, you will be an uncle if you have money?

Although he thought so in his heart, he was not ambiguous in his hands, and he took out twenty popsicles with a brush.

"Do you want to eat it yourself, or wait for me to deliver it to you?"

Luan Feng and these people, including herself, had eleven, and half of the twenty popsicles went down in the blink of an eye.