Super Tycoon

"I won't come tomorrow, I have something to do at home." Zhang Yang said when he separated from Jia Tao.

"What is more important than playing game consoles? Well, let's go to school the day after tomorrow to check your grades. We will gather here at nine o'clock in the morning."

Back at home in the second-floor tube building, Zhang Yang was lying on the bed in his hut, his parents hadn’t come back yet, how could he persuade his father to make pirated game cassettes?

Mother Yang Sulan didn't come back until after five o'clock in the evening. Holding a vegetable basket in his hand, there is a Chinese cabbage and a large piece of pork belly in it.

"Your dad hasn't come back yet? The school gave out pork today, and I got seven catties of pork belly. Mom will make pork stewed vermicelli for you in a while. Don't listen to your dad's random drinking."

"Mom, you've worked hard." Zhang Yang saw his mother with few gray hairs, and couldn't help hugging her. He didn't do much filial piety in his previous life, but his mother always took care of him.

In his forties and still unmarried, his mother felt uncomfortable, but respected his choice. In this life, he must let his mother live comfortably.

"You child, let me ask your homeroom teacher, you didn't do very well in the exam, you didn't do well in the technical secondary school, but you can still do in high school. Let's go to high school, go to university in the future, and come out to be a cadre!"

Zhang Yang: "..."

Suddenly I remembered that I was not very good at studying in junior high school. Later in high school, I was admitted to an ordinary university because I watched my father suffer and work hard.

But now he has almost forgotten all the knowledge he learned back then, don't you even fail the high school exam?

"Mom, isn't my dad's factory profitable? Couldn't the salary be paid out a year ago?"

"You don't need to worry about these matters. Your father is also a cadre in the factory, and the county will take care of it. Besides, Mom has a salary and can pay for your college education."

"Just play around for a few days. Next week, Mom will make up extra lessons for you, and I will try to let you go further before the high school entrance examination."

After half an hour, when the smell of stewed pork and vermicelli in the pot wafted out, the door rang again, and my father Zhang Weiguang opened the door and came in.

When he entered the door, he put away the sadness on his face and squeezed out a bright smile: "Hey, what is this delicious, it smells so good."

Zhang Yang walked over, took Dad's briefcase and hung it on the wall, and helped Dad hang up the cotton coat.

Zhang Weiguang looked at Zhang Yang: "Want to go out to play again tomorrow? All right, I'll give you another two dollars later."

"Dad, I don't want money." He added in his mind, what do I need two dollars for? If I want to pirate a game cassette, it costs two thousand dollars.

"That's because you didn't do well in the exam? We're going to take the senior high school entrance exam this year, my family...don't be too playful." Zhang Weiguang hesitated to speak.

The familiar taste of the long-lost stewed pork vermicelli made Zhang Yang eat two big steamed buns. After dinner, Zhang Yang sat in front of the TV and watched the news broadcast with his father.

"The Soviet Union is still strong, and I don't know when our China will be able to match the Soviet Union." Yang Sulan also sat on the spring sofa and made a creaking sound.

Last year, with Gorbachev's visit to China, the relationship between China and the Soviet Union quickly warmed up. Ordinary people thought that Huaxia had regained a big thick leg, but Zhang Yang knew that it was because the economy of the Soviet Union was about to collapse, and he wanted to seek help from Huaxia.

In the eyes of ordinary people, the powerful Soviet Union will completely become history within two years. Before Zhang Yang was reborn, China's status in the world was not weaker than that of Russia, the main successor of the Soviet Union.

"Don't worry, you can see it in thirty years." Zhang Yang said with a smile.

"Thirty years? You kid, you're talking nonsense." Yang Sulan didn't believe that China could surpass the big brother of the Soviet Union in thirty years.

"Old Zhang, I heard that after the year, several Soviet experts will come to the factory in the city to guide the work. Can you invite them to come to the county to have a look?" As long as the Soviet experts come, the superiors will be able to pay attention to their county electronics factory ,

Her husband no longer has to worry about work.

"The Soviet experts are going to the capital. How much effort was wasted in the city to allow the Soviet experts to stay for two days. How could they come to our county?"

"I only hope that this guidance includes the electronics factory in the city. If the city can join forces with our county's electronics factory, the factory will be saved."

The so-called joint venture is actually an OEM. Although China is still at the end of the planned economy, in fact, many regions have already started some market economy experiments.

The vigorous emergence of private enterprises and self-employed people, coupled with the blind establishment of various factories in some places, has resulted in excess production capacity of many commodities, and some factories have been unable to make ends meet.

They all hope to be merged by big factories, but the leaders of big factories are not stupid, who is willing to take over these burdens? So under the coordination of the government, many small factories began to join forces with large factories to produce some low-tech and low-value products, earning a little OEM fee.

What Zhang Weiguang thinks now is to be able to manufacture some orders from the electronics factory in the city, so that he can make some money and pay everyone wages. For example, his family is fine, his wife is a middle school teacher, and she also has a salary. In many families, only one worker goes to work. How can they live without salary?

Two days ago, he also saw a master craftsman from the electronics factory set up a stall to repair bicycles. Because of his poor craftsmanship, it is considered good to receive one job a day, and he may earn dozens of dollars a month.

"Dad, what can the county electronics factory do? Can it solder integrated circuit boards? Can transistors do it?" Zhang Yang asked calmly.

"Of course! Do you think that we can produce a semiconductor (radio) just like everyone else?!" Zhang Weiguang was very angry. Why does everyone think this way?

"Dad, then you haven't thought about taking orders from self-employed individuals?"

"You think I don't want to? But where's the order? Now, if there's an order, even a few radios, we'll make it, but no one places an order. What we produce, we can't sell."

"I want to apply for a fund from the county. We will make TV sets. This will definitely sell well, but it requires too much money and it is not realistic at all."

"Hey, why am I telling you this. You guys watch TV, I'll go back to the room and lie down for a while." Zhang Weiguang walked back to the room lonely.

"Mom, I'll go to bed early today too, and I'll go to school tomorrow to get my report card." Zhang Yang is really not interested in the current TV programs. His family still has a 14-inch black and white TV set, and he is not a few years younger than him.

I have a clear understanding of the situation of the electronics factory, and if there is an order, they will definitely accept it. Zhang Yang picked up a pen and began to write a simple plan, and wrote down some popular games in his memory so as not to forget them in the future.

Now everything is ready, only the east wind is owed.

He can borrow this east wind tomorrow!