Chapter 224: Chapter 223: Grandma Wang Becomes Wealthy
Wu Liu saw that Li Jianye was a rather lively person, so he immediately smiled, "With these words, I’m relieved."
The two of them chatted and laughed as they entered the office and began discussing the specific details.
Hong Sang wine is priced at eight cents, other wines at six cents, and Pu Tang wine at nine cents. Wu Liu insisted that the packaging should be exquisite and look high-end.
After reaching an agreement, both parties signed the contract.
Lin Wan listened quietly from the side for a while; the prices offered were reasonable, and both parties would make a profit.
Wu Liu used to be involved in the black market, having connections above and during those years everything went smoothly, and he made quite a bit of money. After the policy changed, he was clever enough to start a trade company, often dealing in rare goods and selling them to prominent figures.
Soon after sending Wu Liu off, Brother Li and my brother also returned.
Upon hearing that they had secured a big order, they eagerly inquired.
"It’s Brother Wu who often comes to our restaurant to dine; he wants quite a lot. The first order alone was unsuccessful, and he wants two hundred bottles; he’ll come to the factory the day after tomorrow to pick them up."
"Really? This order quantity is even bigger than what Brother Lao Tang and Xiao Liu get from running around the surrounding areas," Li Congnan remarked with emotion.
"The surrounding cities indeed have quite a demand, but we don’t have a vehicle or a good channel for transporting goods. There is the market, but transportation can’t keep up." Li Jianye often felt anxious when thinking about this because they couldn’t earn money when they had the opportunity. They’ve traveled to several nearby cities, placing small quantities on public buses, and using ox carts for larger quantities, which is predictably slow.
"We are just starting now, so don’t rush. Let’s wait a bit; once we have enough money, we’ll get a truck and run it ourselves." Lin Wan knew that owning their own vehicle would take two or three years.
Moreover, there’s no concept of driving licenses yet; it won’t be until ’84 when the first batch of motorcycle driving licenses are issued. The key issue is that cars are also hard to buy now, and petroleum is rationed, making it even tougher.
"Fortunately, our business is doing well now, with monthly growth. No worries, the matter of getting a phone has a solution in sight; once we have it, things will be more convenient." Li Congnan has used quite a bit of his parents’ connections to install a phone.
With a large order coming into the workshop, everyone was excited. They decided to go drinking together in the evening.
Lin Wan didn’t want to join the few men for drinks and went straight back to the store.
Having unsuccessfully brewed beer last year, Lin Wan gave up on it this year; some things might theoretically work, but actual execution isn’t as simple.
She simply didn’t have the energy now, and her mind was occupied with the image of Han Yi. She wondered how he was doing.
Lin Wan returned straight to the store from the workshop; the night market was busiest at night.
"Xiao Wan, your Grandma Wang has earned some money selling our rice wine dregs lately. She’s tidied up her home and opened a small shop. It’s been open for a few days already. Let’s send some things over tomorrow."
"Sure, let’s send some rice wine dregs and fish and shrimp over. The rice wine dregs are still sellable, and the fish and shrimp will be a treat for Grandma Wang’s family."
After the peak period, Lin Wan rode her bike back home; she couldn’t stop worrying about Grandma being alone at home, especially with her old cold leg pains persisting after this winter with no improvement. Even the medicinal liquor brought by Han Yi’s comrade wasn’t effective.
Returning home, she wasn’t surprised to see Grandma still awake, sitting on the bed massaging her leg with a frown.
"Grandma, being in pain constantly isn’t good; I’ll take you to the hospital for a check-up tomorrow." Lin Wan felt a pang of distress as she sat by the bed, helping Han Ying with the massage.