As soon as Fan Wuxian finished calling, his father Fan Heng found out.

"How did you get out? If you are not familiar with the place, be careful of getting lost, but I have heard that there are many human traffickers in Guangzhou. Fan Heng frightened, but he knew that this could not scare Fan Wuxi, this little son was too arrogant.

"It's just a phone call, how can you get lost?" Fan Wuxi felt that discussing this issue with his father was simply an insult to his IQ, so he waved his fist and said, "Besides, there are public security everywhere, I don't know the road and I won't ask?" Human traffickers or something, not to mention it, if there is such a short-sighted human trafficker, I really want to end his old nest together. ”

Well, that's possible. Fan Heng looked at Fan Wuxi's little fist, although it looked pink and tender, but the strength was unimaginable, a few days ago, Fan Wuxian "exercised", and happened to be seen by Fan Heng, this little guy grabbed the bark directly with his hands, and the tree was also unlucky, and he picked it as if it was bitten by an insect.

I haven't done anything bad before, how can I make such a weird fetus? Fan Heng was a little depressed.

Fortunately, Fan Wuxian has never caused any trouble for himself, even if there is any turmoil, it will evolve into a good situation in the end, so Fan Heng has no reason to clean up Fan Wuxi, besides, looking at the current situation, in terms of force alone, Fan Heng may not be able to clean up Fan Wuxi.

"Who did you just call? Do you have acquaintances here? Fan Heng asked.

"Well, the guy who bought me a bunch of rags last time, and I'm talking to him about a deal this time." Fan Wuxian nodded and replied.

The one who collected the rags, Fan Heng still has some impressions, it should be said that he has some impressions, although he has not seen that person with his own eyes, but he has seen the banknotes left by others solidly, a full nine thousand yuan! Fan Heng couldn't imagine that someone would pay for the pile of rags that Fan Wuxian cleaned up, and everyone threw things that were too troublesome, but they could actually exchange a lot of banknotes, which made Fan Heng, a national cadre, feel very incomprehensible.

How did this kid do all this rare thing in one day?

"What business are you talking about?" Fan Heng couldn't help but ask, he was really a little worried about this son.

"The clothing business." Fan replied.

"Clothing? You know that? Fan Heng felt more and more incredible.

What's going on with this? Since *, everyone wears the most grass green military uniforms, sometimes some dark blue or light gray tunics and the like, the color is monotonous, now although some are released, but the materials are relatively scarce, the change in clothing style is not big, but after coming to Guangzhou, seeing the women on the street dressed in flowers, it is very eye-catching, Fan Heng has to sigh that Guangzhou is Guangzhou, even the capital may not have such an open atmosphere.

When he was thinking about going back, Fan Heng, who also brought Zhang Mei a few trendy clothes, suddenly heard that his son was going to engage in a clothing business, and he couldn't help but arouse his interest.

"I don't know much, but I know this thing makes money." Fan Wuxian thought about it for a while, the various clothing styles he had seen were quite rich, simple and complicated, and he had the impression that if he had that spare time, even the classic styles of the world's famous brands could be pirated by him.

The problem is that if you want to make clothes that are suitable for this era, you really have to think about it carefully, you can't just make small suspenders and see-through outfits, right? Even if you get it out, no one will dare to wear it, and maybe you will be labeled as a spiritual dross that pollutes the building of socialist spiritual civilization.

"Money, money, money! Why do you think about money all day long?! Fan Heng didn't know how to do it, and suddenly became a little angry, pointing at Fan Wuxi's nose and scolding angrily, "You don't know how worried my mother and I have since you got that pig farm?!" Now what kind of clothing are you going to flip upside down, you don't know that this is a speculative behavior? The political axe is to be dealt with severely! You are such a young child, how can you do everything that is not boundary?! ”

Fan Heng's anger is not unreasonable, everyone's thinking is still maintained in the old way of operation, and there is an unusual fear of new things, seeing their youngest son tossing so much, how many parents can not be frightened?

Although it is said that there is now reform and opening up, there are several processes in the implementation of the policy, there are many obstacles, and sometimes there are countercurrents, people's views on reform are not uniform, or they lack clear judgment and understanding of the various problems that have arisen in the reform, and people who have been living under the planned economy mode for a long time will have heartfelt fears and worries about ordinary things under the market economy mode, and they are even more prone to overreaction to the incomprehensible facts that have occurred around them.

It turned out that Fan Heng was worried that he was pouring clothes, and after Fan Wuxian understood, he immediately explained, "It's not what you think, I'm going to introduce a complete set of clothing production equipment and open a garment factory, not the upside-down clothes you imagined." ”

"Open a factory?!" At this moment, Fan Heng felt even more angry, "Do you think opening a factory is a trick?" That needs capital, technology, talent, and political axe! Is this something you can handle as a little brat?! Don't think you're smarter than other kids and you're whimsical! This thing is unreliable! ”

Fan Heng naturally has a lot of knowledge, but he is still limited to his previous habitual thinking, if he has to wait until the conditions are ripe for anything, then what miracle will happen? Fan Wuxian understood this very well, so he didn't argue with his father Fan Heng, but watched him vent his anger before quietly explaining, "Dad, don't worry, the difficulties you said don't exist, this matter is not only reliable, but also will be strongly supported by the local political axe." ”

Looking at Fan Heng's eyes full of doubts, Fan Wuxian rubbed his temples with a headache, sometimes, the way to choose how to explain is also a sad thing, he can't say that he understands the development trajectory of the next thirty years, right?