Li Wenjun patted him on the back: "Why are you so excited?"
Zhao Lin's face turned red from holding back, and he waved his hands desperately.
Diandian was frightened and looked up at Zhao Lin in horror.
Zhao Lin couldn't speak fluently, but he still struggled to comfort Dian Dian: "Don't be afraid, uncle just choked. You have to concentrate on eating, otherwise you will be like uncle."
Diandian immediately sat down obediently and ate the rice noodles in small sips.
Zhao Lin finally calmed down: "Good boy, uncle will buy you popsicles later."
Li Wenjun secretly laughed: "Teach by words and deeds, teach by words and deeds, that's probably what it means."
It seems that from now on, he will have to be a strict father, otherwise Diandian will be spoiled and become lawless.
While they were still talking about the phone that didn't require a connection, Li Wenjun and the others had almost finished eating.
Zhao Lin looked at the old watch his father gave him on his wrist: "Eh? It's only after two o'clock, and we have to wait for more than an hour before we can go back."
Li Wenjun thought about it: "How about we go to the scrap collection station to have a look."
Zhao Lin reacted immediately: "Yes, yes, yes, go collect some raw materials and come back." Lao Wangtou can get so many used radios just from the scrapyard in the township, and there must be more in the county.
On the way to the scrap collection station, Zhao Lin asked Li Wenjun: "Why didn't you let me correct them just now?"
Li Wenjun patted him on the shoulder: "They are helping us advertise. Our products have not been mass-produced yet, and there is no accurate definition, so it doesn't matter what they say. Besides, this kind of word-of-mouth thing, even if you now If you tell them clearly, they will be the same as the next person, or the next person will tell the next person.”
The market is the place with the highest concentration of people coming from north to south. Tao Guangming took the walkie-talkie and shouted in the market. It was like a mobile billboard, and then spread it to all directions and towns through these people.
It's like the later network, except that the transmission path is person-to-person, not computer-to-computer, and the speed is not that fast.
His target is those who need this and can afford it.
No matter how it is conveyed in the middle, the target customers will understand what is going on as soon as they hear it.
Zhao Lin said: "I know the advertisement, it is in the newspaper. Since you want to advertise, go to the newspaper."
Li Wenjun smiled: "At this scale, it is not necessary. In the future, when televisions become popular and we have our own brand, we will advertise on television."
"When will television become common? I don't think we have one in our mining area yet."
"Soon, someone will buy it next year."
"Are you a god? You know everything."
Gu Zhanyan followed silently.
She knows advertising better than anyone here.
There were huge signs on the streets of Haicheng decades ago, with advertisements for creams, matches, movies, watches, and various other products.
However, as a child born in a rural area and raised in a mining area, she was very surprised that Li Wenjun could use advertising so skillfully.
It can be said that his temperament changed drastically because of an epiphany in a dream.
However, ability and knowledge cannot be improved overnight.
In other words, as Li Wenjun himself said, Gu Zhanyan didn't understand him very well. He is just slowly showing his true strength.
So, can she be considered as having survived a desperate situation, like a blind cat encountering a dead mouse and marrying a capable man with her eyes closed?
Li Wenjun and Zhao Lin saw piles of used radios piled up against the wall and exchanged ecstatic looks.
In the eyes of others, these are useless garbage, but in their eyes, they are all colorful banknotes.
Now that there are so many orders at once, he needs a stable supply of raw materials.
"Calm down, otherwise others will raise the price if they know we need this." Li Wenjun whispered to Zhao Lin.
Li Wenjun opened a pack of Hongtashan and handed it to the doorman: "Is Director Li here?"
Usually the people who come and go in this scrap collection station are those who make a living by picking up junk.
These people in the city look down upon them.
Not to mention a janitor at the scrap collection station.
The doorman was a little flattered that this outstanding-looking young man was so polite when he met Director Li.
Comrade the guard hurriedly took the cigarette and said, "Comrade, you are so polite. Director Li Jianguo is here."
Later, Li Wenjun met a fellow villager named Li in Haicheng. He said that he was the owner of the scrap collection station here, so he took a gamble, but he didn't expect to win.
Li Wenjun said again: "Can you please inform me?"
The guard looked behind Li Wenjun. We are not afraid of thieves here, but we are afraid of someone coming in to cause damage and set fire to the place.
Li Wenjun said: "They are waiting for me at the door. I can go in alone."
The guard nodded: "Okay, I'll tell you, see if Director Li has time." He had to inform this handsome guy about this cigarette.
The doorman dialed the phone, and the voice on the other side was very impatient: "What's the matter?"
Li Wenjun hurriedly stepped forward and said into the microphone: "Director Li, I'm here to help you get rid of the pile of old radios that can't be sold."
Li Jianguo immediately said: "Come up."
The guard hung up the phone and said with admiration: "You are so awesome. How did you know that our used radios can't be sold?"
Li Wenjun smiled: "A blind cat encounters a dead mouse, and I guessed it."
Among the pile of radios, the ones at the bottom were weather-stained and discolored, but the ones at the top were still relatively new. It looked like they had been accumulated for a long time.
The main reason is that the radio has a wooden shell on the outside, and only the circuit board inside can be used. The manufacturer of the radio is a hundred kilometers away in the provincial capital, so it is not cost-effective to dismantle it and send it there. Not to mention, manufacturers may not be willing to accept it.
It was even more useless for others to hold it, and they couldn't remove the three copper wires despite all their efforts.
Li Wenjun winked at Zhao Lin and the others and went in.
Among the piles of scrap newspapers and broken metal stood two or three red brick houses.
Li Guangzhi later listened to his advice and came back to concentrate on collecting waste, and he suddenly became a large multinational resource recycling company. He sold used clothes to Africa and was worth more than 100 million.
Li Jianguo saw Li Wenjun and looked him up and down: "Young man, tell me how you want to help me solve this problem."
Li Wenjun handed over a cigarette: "Sorry, I praised Haikou. I just wanted to have the opportunity to meet you and talk to you."
Li Jianguo saw that he was so good at getting into trouble, and he was still such a young and handsome young man who was as old as his own son, so naturally he couldn't be embarrassed.
"Anyway, I'm fine at the moment. I just want to listen to what you have to say. Sit down."
"You can sell me all the used radios in the future, but I only want the radios I bought in the past month. They cost 80 cents each."
Li Jianguo laughed out loud: "Young man, you are so big. Have you seen the pile outside? There are dozens of them recovered this month. Do you have that much money?"
