Chapter Thirteen: The Crazy Woman

  After finally getting rid of the polite and courteous woman, Yang Feng wiped away a cold sweat and hastily took Yang Jing to the Liu residence.

  When a yellow Phoenix folding bike appeared in front of her, she let out a sharp cry like crazy and rushed to it, then rode it around the yard wildly.

  Liu Haifeng smiled with a face full of adoration, and then when Yang Feng opened the back compartment, revealing a whole car full of down jackets and bicycles, this old guy's eyes also widened in shock.

  Enhancing the eternal charm is self-evident, an artifact that has influenced a whole generation of Chinese people. Placed together with Phoenix's small folding fan, it looks like a muscular Shandong man holding a delicate Jiangnan beauty.

  "Right, right, just like this!" The old man stroked the sturdy crossbeam and solid carriage seat, his face full of excitement.

  "Yang Xianzhong, what do you think of this? I also have a shop in Beiping. If the sales of these ten bicycles are good, I'll immediately start recruiting people and set up another bicycle factory within my textile mill."

  The old man had actually made up his mind, the quality of this bicycle completely surpassed that of Japanese goods, and he was absolutely not worried about selling it. Since it was a surefire way to make money, why not do it?

  Yang Feng naturally had no objection, and after discussing it with each other, they decided to sell it at a price one percent lower than the Japanese goods, ninety taels per vehicle.

  As for the Phoenix folding bike, there's no need to test it out anymore. The crazy girl is already holding onto her phone, one by one notifying those friends who had placed orders, and bringing a large sum of money to pick up their bikes!

  It's not just the small folding, those girls' enthusiasm for down jackets is equally crazy. Although Yang Feng set the price to a level that even he himself felt embarrassed about, he was still shocked by the scene in front of him.

  He doesn't need to do anything, just stand by the car and wait for people to pay. Those elegant ladies who are usually refined and dignified have turned into wolves, they glance at the size, style, and color of something, then without saying a word, grab what they like and rush off to their rooms. If two people want the same thing, they might even flash their slender hands and act out a scene from "Charlie's Angels".

  The craze is still spreading, and many of Xiner's friends had informed their own friends before coming, the news that the Liu residence has a whole truckload of down jackets and warm underwear has spread through phone calls in the inner circles of high society in Beiping, and cars of all shapes and sizes are converging from all directions, pouring in like rivers returning to the sea.

  This even includes many foreigners.

  The big street in front of the Liu Mansion was turned into a chaotic parking lot with countless cars, and after the incident, onlookers estimated that more than half of the cars in Beiping City were parked here that day.

  Poor Yang Feng, looked like a teddy bear that had been mauled by countless dirty hands, standing amidst the scattered packaging bags, with even bloodstains on his face from being scratched by an angry woman.

  Even so, he still has to face countless angry mother tigers, no way, a whole truck of down jackets and warm underwear have been sold out.

  "Only half a month, just half a month, okay? Really nothing left, not even one piece." Yang Feng pleaded bitterly, he wasn't lying, even the one he had prepared for Lin Yin was snatched away.

  "Do you know who I am? You made me wait? My father is ***!" a furious girl shouted with her hands on her hips.

  "My father is still ***!" a louder voice than hers shouted.

  "My father is..."

  “……”

  Damn it, this is also an era of hard work!

  The buzzing of the crowd made Yang Feng feel as if he was in an angry beehive, while the culprit, Xin Er, laughed with abandon in the distance.

  His old man was about to go crazy beside him, Zhang's mouth was wide open and the cigarette in his hand had burned down to his fingertips without him even noticing.

  Behind him, six concubines who had managed to grab only three pieces were quarreling with each other.

  After much difficulty, exhausting all words, and almost kneeling down, Yang Feng finally calmed down these raging Dragon Kings with the predetermined method, then sat down on the ground, no, should say sat down on the silver coins.

  "Uncle Liu, I'm really sorry to have made such a mess of your place." Yang Feng said with a apologetic face, he was truly sorry for turning someone's neat and tidy entrance into a garbage dump.

  "It's all right, it's all right!" The old man ordered the butler to bring people to help Yang Feng pick up the scattered silver coins, while he himself eagerly approached Yang Feng with a fervent expression: "Yang Xian nephew, can this kind of clothing be made by me?"

  Yang Feng thought for a moment and said: "Down-filled warm underwear is very difficult, the fabric of down jackets is a synthetic fiber, even abroad there isn't any. I can provide it, inside is filled with duck down, that is, processed duck feathers. The machine I can also provide, but the key is that this year is impossible. Firstly, you need time to build a factory, secondly, there is no stock of duck down. If you really want to do it, at least next year can start."

  "This is no problem, duck down is easy to say, the White River mouth and the Haihe River mouth area are full of reeds, discuss with the people there, let them raise more ducks next year, when the time comes we will collect, duck meat can be eaten, duck down can be processed into down jackets, two birds with one stone." Liu Haifeng said excitedly.

  The old man's words moved Yang Feng's heart, this is indeed a good idea, he provides the fabric, machines, and labor, and in return gets down feathers, this way it not only provides new job opportunities but also gives poor farmers a way to make money, truly a win-win situation.

  As for making money myself, I will definitely have my own shares at that time, and the fabric supply will be in my hands, so I won't make less money.

  And in the following years, it was the most prosperous period of the entire Republic of China era, the heyday of the Golden Decade, with sufficient guarantees for both security and market.

  The two can be said to have hit it off immediately, and Yang Feng will use the machine as shares. As for how much money, he has the final say, while Liu Haifeng is in charge of down jackets, and he also plans to contact several partners, and everyone will sit together again in a few days to discuss carefully.

  At this time, the steward of the Liu family had already counted out the silver coins for Yang Feng, and the resulting number gave Yang Feng a dizzy feeling.

  He bought down jackets worth 100,000 yuan this time, all of which are regular brands. Because they were clearance goods, the average price was around 200 yuan per piece, which is 500 pieces. The number of thermal underwear is the same, with an average of 50 yuan per set, that is to say, his total cost is now 125,000 yuan, and the amount he received is also this number.

  1,250,000, of course, is not all in large denomination bills, but also includes smaller notes and even gold bars.

  Originally, Yang Feng's pricing wasn't that terrifying, but later on, those crazy women didn't care about the price at all. In order to compete for the same piece of clothing, they bid against each other and ended up raising the price several times higher than before.

  "It's really scary when a woman goes crazy!" Yang Feng said with lingering fear.

  (This chapter is updated as a thank you to book friend International Stir-fry Master for his reward!)