Chapter 39 Master Hexiang Zhuang Kung Fu

"Weidong, you have so many ideas, why didn't you put them forward earlier?" Shi Yueshuang asked.

"Why do I say that? I worked so hard to come up with something and reported it to the leader, but he sent me back if it didn't work. Now we have the final say, of course I can say it." Wang Weidong replied.

What he didn't say was that he originally wanted to separate the radio factory from the Xiangyang Chemical Factory, but it was very difficult. Now that Deputy Factory Director Fang made the decision, he immediately pushed forward the separation work vigorously and resolutely.

If Deputy Factory Director Fang wants to do this, he can do it right away, but if he wants to do it but Deputy Director Fang doesn't agree, it will be of no use.

"We will deliver the components to the dozen or so people who said they are willing to stay at home. We will pay them on a piece-rate basis. Installation costs one yuan. We can only distribute components for a maximum of 150 radios a month, and no more."

Wang Weidong said.

If you produce too much, you won't be able to sell it. The key now is to produce new radios to increase production.

"The factory gave us half a month. During this time, we must find a house and move everything there, including the two machine tools!" Wang Weidong said.

In the evening Wang Weidong returned home with a bag of fabrics.

"Mom, this is the money-making opportunity I've won for you. Are you willing to do it? If you don't want to do it, I'll leave it to someone else!" Wang Weidong said to his mother, Li Yufeng.

Li Yufeng curiously opened the bag and saw small pieces of fabric inside, as well as dozens of long strips of cloth.

"Use a sewing machine to assemble these four pieces of cloth into a small schoolbag, and tie the long strips of cloth into a schoolbag strap," Wang Weidong said.

Li Yufeng had already figured it out after so many years of making clothes for her family. She opened the cover on the sewing machine, put on the thread roller and started working on the sewing machine with her feet.

It didn't take long for her to make one.

"How much does it cost to make one?" Li Yufeng asked.

"You still need a schoolbag strap, plus two cents for the strap." Wang Weidong replied.

Li Yufeng thinks the price is good and she can make a lot of money in one night.

The next time I heard the chirping sound of the sewing machine, Li Yufeng made four or five in half an hour.

Qu Xiaomei couldn't bear it any longer. She said to Li Yufeng: "Mom, let me try too!"

Li Yufeng thought that Qu Xiaomei saw that her mother-in-law was tired and wanted to work for her for a while, so she gave up her seat. Unexpectedly, Qu Xiaomei sat next to the sewing machine and stopped moving. It was not until about nine o'clock in the evening that Wang Xianjin urged her to go to bed.

Just stopped.

"Mom, tell Weidong tomorrow that I will make ten for two yuan!" Qu Xiaomei said with a smile.

Li Yufeng's nose was so angry that she was crooked.

"No one can touch this sewing machine except me from now on!" Li Yufeng said.

At this time, Wang Haifu was standing there with his eyes closed, his feet shoulder-width apart, his arms stretched forward and clasped in front of his chest, practicing the Hexiang Pile Kung Fu. His wife's roar almost made him go crazy.

This set of exercises was accidentally seen by Wang Haifu when he was reading the newspaper. After seeing it, he immediately stood up and tried it for a minute. Then he slowly opened his eyes and murmured: "Not bad, it really works!"

From then on, Wang Haifu began to practice Hexiang Zhuang Kung Fu by reading a few hundred words of introduction to the technique and two or three pictures in the newspaper. Master Wang is extremely talented and can master all kinds of techniques. In Xiangyang Chemical Factory, which lacks spiritual energy,

The golden elixir has been completed in two months!

Now there are thirty or forty retired old men and women in the factory practicing Hexiang Zhuang Kung Fu with Master Wang every day, regardless of wind or snow!

He let the zhenqi circulate around the Da Zhou Tian and Xiao Zhou Tian in his body and found that there were no accidents. After finishing the exercise, Master Wang said disdainfully: "Every day is money! Money!"

Wang Weidong rented three bungalows on the outermost edge of the factory's residential area. The yard was very large. He planned to build a house with wooden planks to house two machine tools, where he would make radio casings in the future.

The kitchen in the middle serves as an office, and the rooms on both sides serve as warehouses for finished radios and electronic components.

"Qihang, from now on we will take turns staying here at night, and I will give you an extra ten yuan a month." Wang Weidong said.

"Let's raise a dog in the yard." Bao Qihang suggested.

Wang Weidong nodded in agreement.

During the day, a few people came here to install radios instead of at home, because they had to listen to TV University classes in the morning, and then stayed to work.

Due to the implementation of the piecework system, efficiency has improved a lot, and there is no need to work hard to earn overtime pay.

Since the selling price remains unchanged and a radio canvas jacket is added, the sales situation is a little better, and the payment collection situation has not continued to decline. Now there are only 18 people in the radio factory, and there is no problem with salary payment for the time being, and there is no need to rest on one's laurels like before.

In the early morning of November, with clear snow falling in the sky, Wang Weidong walked quickly to the train station.

More than 40 people stood motionless on the roadside like wooden clay sculptures, letting snowflakes fall on their faces and bodies. They all had their knees slightly bent and their arms stretched forward, like a corpse exorcism team that suddenly froze.

Wang Weidong stopped and looked carefully at the dozens of people on the roadside and found that they were all retired employees of Xiangyang Chemical Plant.

"Uncle Chen, what are you doing?" Wang Weidong asked in confusion.

He asked twice before Old Chen Tou uttered one word from his mouth: "Get out!"

Wang Weidong, who is very curious, has no intention of leaving. He must understand this matter.

Just when he was about to ask again, an old man covered in snow said, "Weidong, we are practicing Qigong, get out of here!"

Only then did Wang Weidong see that the restrained martial arts master standing in the front row was his father Wang Haifu!

It seems that this set of exercises is indeed amazing. Wang Haifu's hair, beard and eyebrows are now covered with snow, but he doesn't realize it. He has assimilated with the heaven and earth.

Now that I have spoken, Wang Weidong plans to leave.

"Where are you going?" Wang Haifu asked. He saw Wang Weidong carrying a big bag.

"Going on a business trip to Harbin!" Wang Weidong replied as he walked.

The scene fell into a dead silence with snow falling and no sound.

The old lady standing behind Wang Haifu wanted to speak several times and swallowed it back several times. Finally she couldn't bear it anymore and said: "Old Wang, you don't know yet, you are going to marry Lao Chen soon!"

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Wang Haifu was suddenly shocked and the energy was flowing wildly in his body. It took him a long time to guide this energy into his Dantian.

Looking sideways at the tall old man standing next to him, Old Chen also turned to look at Wang Haifu and smiled.

"No wonder he recognized you at first sight when he stood here, and didn't even recognize me as a father!" Wang Haifu said bitterly.

Wang Weidong bought a train ticket to Mushi at the train station. There is no direct train from Fengshan County to Harbin, so he has to transfer once in Mushi.

This time he went to Harbin to solve the big problem of being able to listen to TV programs on the radio!
Chapter completed!