Rebirth in 1960, My Industrial Age

Chapter 295: The Prospects of the Fourth Generation Aircraft (Subscription Request)

"Third brother, those two people are a bit strange, they don't look like they are here to buy clothes at all"

"Well, it looked like they were buying some goods to take back, but they didn't bargain much. Instead, when they heard me say that I could use my railway connections to help them transport the goods, they agreed right away."

"Okay, I'll wait for your arrangements."

Zhou Jiaan hung up the phone, looked around, and left.

No matter how he thought about it just now, he felt something was wrong. The prices he quoted were all for bulk goods, less than 100 pieces.

If you sell 500 pieces, you can get a 20-cent profit; if you sell more than 1,000 pieces, you can get a 30-cent profit.

They want 5,000 pieces, and they won't bargain even a penny? That's weird, how can you do business like that?

Zhou Jiaan had no idea about calling the police directly. Besides, it was just his guess, so he told Zhou Fengnian about it, hoping that his third brother would help him make a decision.

Now after hearing Zhou Fengnian's arrangements, Zhou Jiaan felt relieved. Otherwise, if he really did something unintentional, it wouldn't matter if he went to jail, but he couldn't implicate other people in the family.

Not long after, a man came to Zhou Jiaan's garment factory, showed him his security bureau certificate, and explained that he came here at the request of Zhou Fengnian.

After asking about the details of what happened, the people from the Security Bureau asked Zhou Jiaan to continue producing clothes and everything should be as usual.

They will come in time when those two people appear again.

Zhou Jiaan and the other party agreed that 5,000 pieces would be produced next week. With the machines and staff in their garment factory, one week would be enough for him to produce so many pieces of clothing.

His bell-bottom pants and short shirts are all sold in large quantities; those from Hong Kong might cost fifteen or twenty dollars each, but he sells them for six dollars. As long as the second-generation dealers don't sell them too expensively, Zhou Jia'an doesn't care.

His cost was less than three dollars, so he made a lot of money, and it was much easier than the boss's job of flipping the wok.

As the news of such cheap "Hong Kong" clothes gradually spread, a lot of people came to Zhou Jiaan to buy them.

However, the maximum number was only about 1,100 pieces. It took me a long time to negotiate with Zhou Jiaan. It really took me a long time, from eight in the morning to eight in the evening, to finally get it for him.

So when Zhou Jiaan met these two today, he immediately felt something was wrong; he had to haggle for a long time to buy 1,000 pieces, but he only needed half an hour to negotiate for 5,000 pieces? Too weird.

But now that he has the third brother to help him, Zhou Jiaan feels much more relaxed and can continue to manage production with peace of mind.

The next day, Zhou Fengnian had just sat down at work when Yan Zhengzhi called him to the Shenzhou Computer Factory.

Yan Zhengzhi has always been in charge of the technical department, and now they are developing and manufacturing the fourth-generation Shenzhou aircraft.

Many architectural plans had been prepared before, but they were all rejected by Zhou Fengnian. Finally, Zhou Fengnian took half a month to develop the overall architecture of the fourth-generation aircraft with the Technical Department 1.

After finalizing the correct structural development direction, Zhou Fengnian freed himself to take care of other matters.

"Old Yan, what's the matter?"

After seeing Yan Zhengzhi, Zhou Fengnian greeted him and asked, then looking at his white hair and face, he couldn't help but continue: "Did you fight with those young people again?"

"Haha, it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. Anyway, after I make the fourth generation of Shenzhou Son, I will semi-retire."

Yan Zhengzhi laughed and said that when he reached a certain age, he could retire or continue working in the position. His physical strength and energy were indeed declining day by day, and even with the medicine prescribed by Zhou Fengnian, he had to admit that he was getting old.

He planned to retire after the fourth-generation aircraft, the son of China, which would mark the epoch-making era, was manufactured, and then go to Tsinghua University to become a professor.

Teaching students in class is much easier than developing supercomputers, and it can also cultivate talents for the country.

"Maybe I can take care of your son then. He's only a sophomore now."

Zhou Fengnian nodded and said, "Well, you're almost a junior. If the progress here is fast, you can really catch up. When the time comes, you have to help me teach that kid. He can't learn from me."

"Come on, you. Last time I arranged for your kid to work in the computer factory, I met him twice. I learned a lot from you."

Yan Zhengzhi pointed at Zhou Fengnian and said with a smile that he knew Zhou Fengnian and knew his ability to evade trouble.

If you're not careful, you'll end up dumping his problems on you.

"Let's not talk about this for now. Let's take a look at the overall architecture of the Shenzhou Son's fourth-generation aircraft. We feel there will be absolutely no problems this time, but some problems are difficult to solve."

After Yan Zhengzhi brought Zhou Fengnian to the Technical Department 1, he started talking to him about serious matters.

Many people in the Technical Department know Zhou Fengnian, and they greet him warmly when he comes in. To them, Zhou Fengnian is not only a leader, but also a teacher.

If you don't understand something, just ask Zhou Fengnian. This is common knowledge among everyone in the technical department. Moreover, after get off work, you can ask him questions outside of work, including repairing furniture.

After greeting each other, everyone went into work mode, and Zhou Fengnian also began to study the overall architecture developed by the Technical Department.

It seems to be fine, at least based on Zhou Fengnian's level nine computer skills.

But it is better to use a simulated space once and create it in the simulated space.

Zhou Fengnian then discussed with Yan Zhengzhi for a long time, all about supercomputers.

Their goal for the fourth-generation Shenzhou aircraft is to have over one trillion computing operations, and the expected target is 1984 or 1985, but it would be ok to start manufacturing in 1981.

Many electronic components still need to be re-developed and tested, otherwise the performance will not keep up and the effect of the fourth-generation aircraft will not achieve what they want.

Earlier this year, Xiao Ri Zi announced that they would develop and manufacture their own supercomputer - Feiniao.

They also said that their Feynman supercomputer is going to become the world's number one supercomputer. They really have no shame at all.

I bought several of their second-generation Shenzhou computers and started researching my own supercomputer just over a year later.

Isn't it just that they studied their Shenzhou's second-generation aircraft, and after gaining some results, they couldn't wait to use someone else's trick.

But they would be disappointed by then. If their Feiniao supercomputer was not as good as their Shenzhouzhizhong third-generation computer, then Zhou Fengnian decided to sell the third-generation computers in large quantities if the research on the fourth-generation computer was successful.

The supercomputer that Xiao Rizi and Amei worked so hard to develop can only be a defective product abandoned by the times.

However, they also need to speed up. Although the research progress of the overall architecture is rapid, the performance of the accessories must also keep up.

By then, Zhou Fengnian will have to devote his energy to helping the four technical subjects. It will take a year. It’s hard to say, but it will take at least one to two years at the fastest.

It was already past nine o'clock when Zhou Fengnian left the computer factory.

He may have to stay at the Shenzhou Computer Factory for a period of time in the near future. At least he has to push the research and development and manufacturing progress of the fourth-generation aircraft to the next stage before he can free up time to do other things.

At the Fourth Ministry of Machine Building, Zhou Fengnian also asked his secretary to greet Gu Wenjie. If there was an urgent matter, he would come back, but if it was not urgent, Gu Wenjie would help deal with it.

It would be best if he took over everything. Zhou Fengnian didn't want to get involved in non-technical matters.

Some people like power, but Zhou Fengnian is an exception. He is already in a very high position, and the power given to him at this time is accompanied by obligations and responsibilities. If he doesn't handle it well, there will be a lot of trouble; so Zhou Fengnian has to spend a lot of energy to handle affairs, and he rarely does things he likes every day.

Although the noise when she returned home was very quiet, Zhou Yan still got out of bed and turned on the light.

After coming out, Zhou Yan took the briefcase and asked, "Have you eaten?"

“I ate at the factory, but now I’m a little hungry.”

After hearing this, Zhou Yan said to Gong Lin, "Sister Lin, please heat up the rice and bring it to the house later."

Zhou Fengnian asked casually: "What are we having for dinner tonight?"

“Rice, shredded pork with green pepper, and stir-fried rapeseed”

There are many people in their family now, and they eat more dishes, usually four dishes and one soup; Zhou Fengnian comes home late, and they often eat leftovers, but they were saved in advance.

"By the way, Xianyang said today that he bought a house, but it's near Zhengyangmen. I've been to see it. The size and location are okay, but it's a bit far from us."

Zhou Fengnian smiled and said, "You wish your son could live right under your nose. Zhengyang Gate is not far away, and they won't leave for the time being. This kid lives comfortably here. Who will take care of their food and drink if he leaves?"

If Zhou Xianyang and his wife moved out immediately, Zhou Yan would not be so calm. She would probably blame him for not persuading his son.

Now Zhou Fengnian is worried that the two of them will become addicted to living at home. If they don’t move out after having children, Zhou Fengnian will have a headache. Unless they can hire a private nanny, the couple will probably leave.

After dinner was heated up and served, Zhou Fengnian finished it quickly. Working overtime in research and development was very exhausting, and the meal he had had at six o'clock had already been digested by now.

Zhou Yan cleaned up the dishes and waited for Zhou Fengnian to come back from washing up, then she prepared a basin of water for him to wash his feet.

However, this move surprised Zhou Fengnian so much that he quickly asked, "Wife, just tell me what you want to say. Why are we still doing this as an old couple?"

"What are you talking about? I washed your feet because you looked too tired."

Zhou Yan said a little embarrassedly that no matter how Zhou Fengnian asked, she would wash Zhou Fengnian's feet first.

After pouring out the water, Zhou Yan came back and said, "My dad came today. He wanted to find a way out for Zhou Hao."

"Change your career path? Oh, maybe he thinks the salary at the computer factory is too low. But the salary at the warehouse is indeed low. Maybe the father-in-law wants to transfer Zhou Hao's job to his daughter-in-law."

Zhou Fengnian quickly figured out that although the Shenzhou Computer Factory had raised salaries once, the warehouse managers were only in their forties.

Although being in your forties is not a low salary, there is little hope for promotion. Your salary can only increase slowly based on your years of service.

Zhou Fengnian originally chose this position for Zhou Xiaomei because he thought she would be able to take the college entrance examination in the future.

Zhou Xiaomei is almost a junior now. She is a good student and can stay on campus as a teaching assistant after graduation, or continue her studies.

Now the job was given to Zhou Hao, and the 40-odd yuan was enough to support the family, but that was no longer possible after he had two children.

"If you want to make money, go buy clothes from my second brother and sell them, and give his job to his wife."

Zhou Fengnian thought for a while and said, "Now, every week, dozens of middlemen come to my second brother's place to buy goods. After buying the goods, they can sell them and make at least a few hundred yuan.

If Zhou Hao is brave enough to take risks, he can also go to the cities around Yanhe River to sell clothes, and he will definitely make money. But remember to let him apply for a business license, it is better to have a guarantee if he is not a local. "

Although Sijiucheng still has a large market, there are more and more people selling clothes, and the smarter ones go out to sell them.

Moreover, there are outsiders who purchase goods from Zhou Jiaan. As long as they buy and resell them, they will definitely make money.

After hearing this, Zhou Yan thought it was feasible, so she said, "Okay, then I'll find time to talk to Dad about it."

Zhou Fengnian said: "After working in the countryside for a while, your brother may be more adapted to this business than your brother."

Zhou Fengnian didn't know much about what kind of person her brother was, but he had been a hangout boy since he was a child. People like him who had met more people might be more suitable to be self-employed.

The couple chatted for a while. Zhou Yan's job was a bit boring now. As the director of the factory women's federation, there was no way for her to get promoted.

When he had free time, he could only talk about family matters when he got home. Zhou Fengnian also asked a few questions, but then he felt sleepy and fell asleep.

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"Boss, are the clothes ready?"

One morning, Zhou Jiaan was talking to his younger brother introduced by Zhou Yan about selling clothes when two people came in from outside the door. They were the two who wanted to buy 5,000 pieces at once last time.

"We're ready. There are two cars in total. Do you want to find Mr. Ban or should I call two for you?"

Zhou Jiaan first drove Zhou Hao away, then pointed to the location of the warehouse and said, "Two brothers, you can take the goods away at any time, but where is the money?"

"Here, take the deposit into account and order it."

One of them handed over a heavy leather bag and said, "We can find it ourselves, Mr. Ban, but how can we transport it back? What about the railway?"

"That's easy. I've already written the railway note for you. I'll take you to the train and there will be people to take care of you. When you get off the train, just call someone to take you away."

As Zhou Jiaan spoke, he took out the note from the railway and continued, "Let me count the money."

Five thousand pieces of clothing cost thirty thousand yuan. Last time he gave seven thousand five hundred, and this time he took out more than twenty thousand yuan.

All of them were large bundles that needed more than a dozen. Zhou Jiaan pretended to be greedy and ordered twice. When he was about to order the third time, the two men hurriedly urged him, "Okay, brothers, we are in a hurry."

"Okay, okay, how can we not count all these? One less piece means ten pounds of meat!"

After Zhou Jiaan finished speaking, he put the money away and led them to the warehouse.

"Brothers, after you've bought your clothes this time, come back to me next time. I specialize in making clothes that appear in movies, and you will definitely make money after selling them."

Zhou Jiaan opened the warehouse door for the two of them while chattering.

However, after bringing them in, Zhou Jiaan immediately ran away, and then the security personnel hiding in the warehouse suddenly came out and captured the two men in an instant.

Zhou Jiaan escaped and the people from the Security Bureau appeared almost at the same time. By the time these two people reacted, they had already been pinned to the ground.

"Captain, we have a gun!"

"Cover your mouth and take away!"

Zhou Jiaan hid for a while, and when he heard the noise outside, he thought it was almost over. He poked his head out and saw someone saying to him, "Comrade Zhou Jiaan, it's okay, you can come out too."

(End of this chapter)