Chapter 35 Arguing

As soon as Fan Wubing finished the phone call, his father, Fan Heng, found out.

"Why did you run out? I'm not familiar with the place, so be careful to get lost. I heard that there are a lot of human traffickers in Guangzhou." Fan Heng threatened, but he knew that this could not scare Fan Wubing. The youngest son is too arrogant.

"It's just a phone call, how could I get lost?" Fan Wubing felt that discussing this issue with his father would be an insult to his IQ, so he waved his fist and said, "Besides, there are police officers everywhere, I don't know Don’t you know how to ask? Don’t mention human traffickers, if there is such a blind human trafficker, I’m really going to take him out of his nest.”

Well, this is possible. Fan Heng looked at Fan Wubing's little fist. Although it was pink and tender, its strength was unimaginable. A few days ago, Fan Wubing was "exercising" and Fan Heng happened to see it. The guy grabbed the bark with his hands directly, and the tree was unlucky, and he picked it up like it was bitten by a bug.

I didn't do anything bad before, so why did I have such a weird son? Fan Heng was a little depressed.

Fortunately, Fan Wubing has never caused any trouble for himself, even if there is any disturbance, it will turn into a good situation in the end, so Fan Heng has no reason to clean up Fan Wubing. In terms of force, Fan Heng might not be able to deal with Fan Wubing.

"Who did you call just now? Are there any acquaintances of yours here?" Fan Heng asked.

"Well, it's the guy who bought a bunch of my junk last time. This time I'll talk to him about a business." Fan Wubing replied with a nod.

Fan Heng still has some impressions of the one that collects rags, it should be said that he has some impressions. Although he has not seen that person with his own eyes, he has actually seen the banknotes left by him, a total of 9,000 yuan! Fan Heng couldn't figure it out, someone would pay for the pile of rags that Fan Wubing packed up, things that everyone thought was troublesome to throw away, and they could actually get a lot of money in exchange, which made the state cadre Fan Heng felt very incomprehensible.

How could this kid do such a rare thing in one day?

"What business are you talking about?" Fan Heng still couldn't help asking, he was really worried about this son.

"Clothing business." Fan Wubing replied.

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

What can this matter do? Since the beginning of the Communist Party of China, grass-green military uniforms have been worn the most, and there are occasional dark blue or light gray Chinese tunic suits. Big, but after coming here in Guangzhou, seeing the women on the street dressed in fancy dresses, they were a bit eye-catching. Fan Heng had to sigh secretly that Guangzhou is Guangzhou, and even the capital may not have such an open atmosphere.

Fan Heng, who was wondering if he would also bring some trendy clothes to Zhang Mei when he went back, suddenly heard that his son was going to start a clothing business, and couldn't help but arouse his interest.

"I don't really understand, but I know that this thing can make money." Fan Wubing recalled that he had seen a variety of clothing styles, simple and complicated, and he could remember them all. If he had that spare time, he would be a classic of world famous brands. He can also pirate hundreds of styles.

The problem is that in order to produce clothes suitable for this era, you really have to think carefully. You can't just make out the small suspenders and see-through outfits, can you? Even if you make it out, no one dares to wear it, and maybe you will be labeled as a spiritual dross that pollutes the construction of socialist spiritual civilization.

"Money, money, money! Why do you think about money all the time, kid?!" Fan Heng didn't know what happened, and suddenly became a little angry, pointing at Fan Wubing's nose and scolding, "You don't know since you made money? How worried is your mother and I when we entered that pig farm?! What kind of clothes are you going to waste now? Don’t you know that this is speculation? The government will crack down severely! You are such a young child,

How to do this far-fetched thing? ! "

Fan Heng's anger is not unreasonable. Everyone's thinking is still maintained in the old way of operation, and they have an unusual fear of new things. Seeing their young son so tossing, how many parents can not be scared?

Although it is said that the reform and opening up is going to be carried out, the implementation of the policy has several processes. There are many obstacles and occasional countercurrents. Judgment and understanding, people who have lived in the planned economy for a long time will have heartfelt fear and worry about ordinary things in the market economy, and it is easier to react to incomprehensible facts that happen around them. extreme.

It turned out that Fan Heng was worried that he was wasting clothes. After Fan Wubing realized it, he immediately explained, "It's not what you think. I want to introduce a complete set of clothing production equipment and open a garment factory. It's not what you want. Imagine the upside-down clothes."

"Opening a factory?!" Now Fan Heng felt even more furious, "Do you think that opening a factory is just a joke? It requires funds, technology, talents, and government support! This matter is yours. Can a fart child handle it?! Don’t think that you are smarter than other children, so you can be whimsical! This thing is unreliable!”

Naturally, Fan Heng has a lot of knowledge, but he is still limited by the inertial thinking in the past. If he has to wait until the conditions are ripe to do anything, then what miracle will happen? Fan Wubing understood this very well, so he didn't argue with his father Fan Heng, but after watching him vent his anger, he explained quietly, "Dad, don't worry, the difficulties you mentioned don't exist. Not only is this reliable, but it will also receive strong support from the local government.”

Looking at Fan Heng's eyes full of doubts, Fan Wubing rubbed his temples with a headache. Sometimes, choosing how to explain is also a kind of sad thing. He can't say that he understands the next thirty years. track of development?