Yang Quan once again set foot on the road to the mountain city, there was not much time left before the start of school, but there were still many things to be promoted.

The engine needs to be handed over to Wujiacun Bicycle Factory for testing in advance, which has to be matched with their other product development time; the plant needs to be organized, the equipment assembly line is installed, the rental of the local warehouse in Shancheng, the recruitment of personnel who purchase parts, and so on, everything needs to be arranged by Yang Quan and Zhou Aifu personally.

As for handing it over to others, the first is not to believe in the character of others. After buying accessories and assembling them, they are sold with a net profit of one or two hundred yuan. If others know about this way to make a fortune, they will definitely take it back and do it themselves. The likelihood of replication is too high because the process is simple.

Second, not believing in the abilities of others. A pig teammate not only slows down the progress of the project, but also collapses the entire project. If you hand over the purchase of engine parts to someone who is not capable of arranging it, it may be discovered by the manufacturer in two days. The end result is a good money-making opportunity that is wasted. Even the money invested in the early stage may not be earned!

After a long night of bumpy rides, Yang Quan arrived in the mountain city. This time, Yang Quan did not contact Liu Xiaokang in advance, but Zhou Aifu arranged for a friend of his to receive him.

After Yang Quan left the station, he saw a boy about sixteen years younger than him, wearing a basketball sweatshirt and big pants custom-made in the factory, holding a name sign, and the most eye-catching thing was the red basketball shoes.

His uncle has a friend of this age, which is what Yang Quan is puzzled about.

"Hello, I'm Yang Quan" Yang Quan didn't see the second person holding his name after turning around, and stood in front of the basketball boy to say hello after eliminating the mistake of the same name.

"An Huai came here?"

"Yes, from Langya City"

"That's you, my dad doesn't have time today, let me come and pick you up. The boy put down the sign, turned around and led the way to the bus stop. He was forcibly sent, and he was not interested in the job of contacting people, and he didn't want to talk about it much.

Yang Quanzhang followed behind monks, not understanding how this young man was cold.

After the bus shook for more than half an hour, it got off the bus and walked for another ten minutes. Yang Quan followed him to a tiled house compound and looked at a middle-aged man, who was beckoning someone to clean up the barren grass in the compound.

"The people were brought, and I was gone. The basketball boy threw a sentence at the middle-aged man, took the money handed out by the man, and turned to leave.

It seems that you can earn a dollar by picking yourself up, Yang Quanxin thought.

"Yang Quan, right, I'm your uncle's friend, you just call me Uncle Da Zhuang" Zhuang Dazhuang shook hands with Yang Quan, and then pointed to the compound and said,

"Your uncle asked me to help find a yard, saying that it is for storing motorcycle parts, do you think this place is okay? The yard is large in front of the gate, can park three or four trucks, close to the main road. This courtyard is ready to be cleaned up, and a lot of things can be placed. Although the tiled house is a little broken, it can sleep people when it is cleaned up. Zhuang Dazhuang took Yang Quan from outside the courtyard and said.

The old tiled houses in the suburbs are characterized by their size. There is a lot of open space in front of the yard and behind the yard, and when you build a house, you don't need money for your own land, and you can build bricks wherever you want.

The area of this house will be demolished after twenty years, and it will be a loss if it is not replaced by five or six houses, Yang Quan looked around and thought silently in his heart.

"Uncle Zhuang, there is nothing to say in this yard," Yang Quan said with a thumbs up.

Zhuang Dazhuang didn't want to get any evaluation from a child, but he still smiled happily when he looked at the thumbs up.

"Your uncle will come over tomorrow and hasn't seen him in a while. ”

"Uncle Zhuang, how did you and my uncle meet?" Yang Quan asked curiously, he still admired his uncle, he had a lot of friends from all over the world, and the phone contact book on his body was full of numbers.

"When I was working as a warehouse in a textile factory, I took a lot of goods for your uncle. "When Zhuang Dazhuang was in the textile factory before, he helped Zhou Aifu Zhang Luo a lot of goods. The more times I cooperated, the more familiar I became.

He is now also on leave without pay from the textile mill. This time, I received a contact from Zhou Aifu saying that he wanted to find a warehouse that could transfer goods. Zhuang Dazhuang knew that life was coming again, although he didn't know what goods were sold this time, but everything was changing, and he knew the model of taking goods from the local area and selling them to other places.

Yang Quan was in contact with business alone for the first time, and he was afraid of doing the wrong thing. is worried that others will be prying it away if they know it, but for the old fritter Zhou Aifu, this kind of work is all he used to have.

He is too familiar with taking goods from all over the country and sending the collected goods to the northeast to the next family through railways and highways.

In the past, he simply transferred the goods, but now it is equivalent to transferring the raw materials to the next family after reprocessing, and a reprocessing process has been added in the middle.

He chooses partners who have cooperated, Zhuang Dazhuang is his cooperative friend in the mountain city, who masters the source of goods does not affect, who masters the end customer is the most important. He was not afraid that Zhuang Dazhuang would know that he had taken the goods from the motorcycle factory.

Zhuang Dazhuang instructed the people in the courtyard to tidy up and work, and then left with Yang Quan.

At the corner of the courtyard, Zhuang Dazhuang took the lead in opening the eleven blue and white cockpit doors, and after sitting down, he opened the passenger door from the inside, and shouted to Yang Quan who was outside to get into the car.

Yang Quanlu climbed into the passenger seat, he had sat in eleven vans, but he had never even seen this domestic van for passenger and cargo purposes today.

The exterior is designed with blue sky and white clouds, and the white body is brushed with a blue bottom. The model is modeled after the second generation of the Mitsubishi L300, which is about the same size as the Toyota Hiace, and has a green sunshade cloth hanging from the window. The dual-purpose design allows the car to be used more widely.

"Uncle Da Zhuang, what brand of car is this?" looked at Zhuang Da Zhuang, who was preparing to leave, Yang Quan asked.

"You don't even know this?ZQ Shancheng Beiquan, Beiquan brand van!" Zhuang Dazhuang said proudly, thinking that children still have little knowledge, and they don't even know the famous cars here.

Yang Quan really hadn't heard of the Beiquan van, but he didn't blame him. Except for locals, outsiders really don't know much.

Founded in 1979, the Shancheng Agricultural Automobile Factory, formerly known as Beibei Machinery Factory, specialized in the production of agricultural water pumps, and only began to try to produce agricultural diesel trucks in the mid-70s. After the name change, the Beiquan brand officially appeared on the stage of Shancheng Automobile, and previously mainly produced agricultural trucks and dump trucks. The van was also copied from RB Mitsubishi's design, but the car was sold to many locals.

The reason that Yang Quan did not hear of it was that in the nineties, the factory was renamed Shancheng Special Purpose Vehicle Factory, and it lost money until the beginning of the new century, and was finally taken over by Lifan.

Yang Quan didn't worry too much about this car, and no matter how much he struggled, no one could help him popularize it.

"Uncle Zhuang, where are we going?"

"Sharpen the knife and don't mistake the woodcutter, take you to the guest house to arrange a place to live first, we will eat casually in the evening, and when your uncle arrives tomorrow, we will have a serious meal." Zhuang Dazhuang turned the steering wheel and reversed and said.

"Okay, listen to Uncle's arrangement. Uncle, can you let me drive it when you get out of the car?" Yang Quan picked it up.

"Yes, the young man likes the car, and let you drive it when it gets off. ”

"I haven't got a driver's license yet, so find a place where no one is there to practice, don't be found. ”

When Zhuang Dazhuang heard his driver's license, he said indifferently: "What are you doing, I don't have a driver's license, do you think I don't run like this?"