Chapter 75

Before Fan Heng asked for leave from the factory, CCTV sent an invitation letter.

The one-year advertising period is coming to an end, and CCTV also hopes that Pingyuan Factory can continue to advertise. Now that the restrictions on micro-recording equipment have been completely relaxed, they hope that the "Thunder" brand product series can be expanded. The transition from single player to recorder.

In this way, we need to negotiate in detail. Fan Heng, as the representative of Pingyuan Factory in contact with CCTV, naturally needs to go to Beijing to continue discussing this matter.

But CCTV never imagined that the Pingyuan Factory did not pay for the part of the advertising fee, and the annual investment of millions came from the "Hong Kong businessman" Fan Wubing.

Therefore, after receiving the invitation letter from CCTV, the Pingyuan factory had no objection to let the deputy factory director Fan Heng go north to the capital.

As for Fan Heng, the deputy director of the factory, he was naturally not the patron, and he brought the big head, Fan Wubing, without any objection.

"Finally I can breathe the air of freedom again!" After the train started, Fan Wubing finally burst into tears.

After being held back in the classroom for a few months, Fan Wubing's heart was already growing hairy. When he came out this time, he really felt liberated, and it was so refreshing that he couldn't express it in words.

Compared with the last time, Fan and his son brought more things this time, some are newly-produced Walkmans, and some are humidifiers that have not yet been officially put into production. It is very necessary to produce some samples.

Most of these things are to be given out as New Year's goods. The heads and minds of various departments that can be contacted, I believe they will be in a good mood after receiving such a refreshing gift in the dry weather. The timing is just right.

But the father and son must not be able to carry so many things with them. They specially set up a train consignment, and the goods went with the train. When they arrived in Beijing, there would naturally be people arranged by Director Zhang to pick them up. Therefore, the carry-on luggage of the two people this time is much less than the last time they entered Beijing. Living in the soft sleeper car is also very clean, which is quite different from the last time when it was crowded.

"Does it feel good——" Fan Heng glanced at his son in high spirits, and asked casually.

"It feels like flying!" Fan Wubing raised his tightly clenched fist, bent his elbow and sank down. Make an effort.

The train rattled along. After passing through six tunnels, I finally set foot on the Hebei Plain and came to Beijing, the heart of the motherland.

It turned out that the weather was not so good this time.

It was cold and dry, and it hadn't snowed for a long time. When I went to the street, eight out of ten people had their lips cracked because of the dry air. There are even more depressed people, whose lips are split from the midline, and a bloody gash is really frightening. and. Once there is cracked, it is not easy to grow well!

After Fan Wubing noticed this problem, he couldn't help saying to his father, Fan Heng, "See! This time we are saving the people from dire straits! A humidifier, I don't know how many cases of chapped lips due to dry air will be avoided. People. You don’t want cleft lips all over the street, do you?”

"I think. This thing is better than the Walkman you made before! It is practical and can meet the material needs of the people. In this sense, you have done a good thing this time!" Fan Heng naturally also noticed the scene on the street. , stroking Fan Wubing's head, and encouraged him with warm words.

Fan Wubing didn't think so, he shook his head, got rid of his father's hand, and then denied, "I don't think so! Although the Walkman is small, it meets the growing spiritual and cultural needs of the people, which is also very important! In a sense, the impact is much greater than that of humidifiers!"

"Uh——" Fan Heng didn't expect his son to bring up such a set of words again, he couldn't help but shook his head with a wry smile, after thinking about it, he felt that what he said was also reasonable.

After all, people living in this world, what they need is not just to dress and eat, but to have higher-level ideals. The construction of spiritual civilization is also strongly advocated by the country!

The people on the street were all wearing dark cotton coats. Fan Wubing noticed that there were military coats, woolen coats, and rough-looking down jackets. They were all thick and bloated. Everyone wearing such clothes walking on the street looks like moving fortresses.

After entering the station with the crowd of people, I saw Director Zhang was already waiting outside. The weather was naturally relatively cold, which can be seen from his red nose from the cold, wearing cotton shoes His feet kept rising and falling, obviously from the cold.

"Comrade Fan Heng—" Director Zhang saw Fan's father and son from a long distance, and waved his hands and shouted in this direction.

The father and son squeezed past with their luggage, and found that Director Zhang was waiting here with five or six people, and there were three nice-looking cars parked a little farther away. surprise.

The weather was really too cold. After exchanging pleasantries, the two parties got into the compartment. After turning on the warm air, they were relieved a bit. Then Director Zhang asked rather complainingly, "Why do you always choose the best one?" Come to Beijing on a cold day? I want to take you around, but I can’t do it! Look at the cold weather, where can I play? I guess it’s like going ice skating in Beihai!”

Before Fan Heng could answer, Fan Wubing rushed to answer, "Hehe! It's all for work! When did we come here, not for work? In order to realize the four modernizations as soon as possible, and build our great motherland into a prosperous, strong, democratic and civilized country." In a socialist modernized country, what are you afraid of if you don’t play for a while? Didn’t you say that you should worry about the world’s worries first, and enjoy the world’s joys later!”

"You——you—" Director Zhang looked at Fan Wubing with a wry smile, then at Fan Heng, and then said, "Your baby is really good at singing, which makes me say so. I don’t even know how to respond!”

Fan Heng lightly knocked on Fan Wubing's head, and reprimanded pretending to be majestic, "It's not big or small, how can you talk to Uncle Zhang like that? Why don't you hurry up and apologize!"

Fan Wubing chuckled, and before he could speak, Director Zhang over there waved his hands and said, "Forget it, forget it! What else can I argue with him, after all, he is my future niece and son-in-law!"

Fan Wubing, who was still complacent at first, froze when he heard this, and thought that his luck was really bad, but he let people hold this reason to say, Director Zhang is also a bad person, he can hurt others Without dirty words.

"We let the train check in a lot of things, Director Zhang, what do you think we should do—" Fan Heng said.

"It's easy to handle, just let our people get it back later." Director Zhang readily agreed.

A group of them drove back, and the people in the other two cars stayed and waited for their luggage. When they returned to the unit, they found that the uncle in the reception room had already been standing outside the door waiting for them.

"Director Zhang, you are back. Da Liu and the others called from the train station a while ago, saying that there is too much luggage. May I ask if you can find a big truck to bring it back!"

When Director Zhang heard this, he was stunned. He turned his head to look at Fan Heng and his son, and asked suspiciously, "I said, Comrade Fan Heng, how much luggage have you checked in? I can't even fit in two cars, so I have to Looking for a big truck to load it?"

Fan Wubing curled his lips and said, "Look at what you said, how many miles can this gift be sent? Actually, it's not much, I guess it's only half a wagon."

Half a wagon——Director Zhang was startled immediately, and looked at Fan Heng in the blink of an eye, only to see Fan Heng nodded seriously, sure enough! He wiped off the sweat that came out suddenly, and said weakly to the people next to him, "Quick, then so and so, find a truck in the back, and pull the things back first!"

"Boss, it's almost noon, this is considered overtime—" a young guy said with a smile.

As soon as Director Zhang heard this, the black line on his forehead immediately rose, and when he was about to scold, Fan Heng spoke from the side, "It's easy to say, it's actually a new year's product, and those who see it will have a share! Later Comrades, you are done with your work, and you are all going to Donglai to cook mutton, see you there!"

Seeing Director Zhang staring at him, Fan Heng said with a smile, "Director Zhang, we will pay for this fee, but the seat can only be booked after you come to say hello!"

Director Zhang looked at the time. At 10:30 in the morning, he thought that Donglaishun still had a free private room, so he nodded and agreed, and said to a few young people under his hand, "Okay! Director Fan said so, let's You don’t have to be polite! Who told them that their factory is now an upstart? Just go after finishing the work, don’t tell me that you don’t know where the gate of Donglaishun is going to open!”

"Look at what Zhang Boss said, how can I do it!" Everyone laughed and went to find the truck.

After waiting for more than half an hour, I saw a large Jiefang truck driving into the yard. Judging by the appearance of the tires, the load was definitely not light. Director Zhang couldn't help but secretly startled, thinking that this time Fan Heng and his son went to Beijing, but spent a lot of money, and I don't know what kind of problems they will make for me!