Volume 5: The Age of Storms Chapter 0771 The Nineties
Song Jia came to talk about Dai Yinghong, which put Nan Yi in a passive position. Since he was willing to let Dai Yinghong join the company, he naturally considered how to properly place her. However, he planned to observe her for a few days first and decide the intensity of care based on Dai Yinghong's work ability.
Now it's all gone, the meaning has completely changed, from active care to passive helplessness.
But what needs to be done has to be done. The toilet on the first floor was converted into a men's toilet, and the toilet on the second floor was converted into a women's toilet. Now the toilet on the first floor is temporarily closed for one day. Nan Yi asked Xian Jitong to find a worker to renovate one of the cubicles.
The pit was sealed, leaving only a drain, on which a flush toilet was placed. A slanted handrail was placed on the wall of the compartment, and several hooks and a storage table were installed.
Nan Yi also replaced Dai Yinghong's chair with a larger seat, cushioned and soft backrest, and gave Song Jia an additional subsidy of 50 yuan so that she could go to and from get off work with Dai Yinghong.
At around 9:30 p.m. on the 19th, Su Meng excitedly brought Du Jiachang and Liang Peishan to Nan Yi's residence. The three of them were a business team and usually worked together in unity.
"Boss, Jinsi Trading sent us a fax, wanting us to bring samples to the United States to discuss business with them." Du Jiachang said excitedly, holding a piece of fax paper in his hand.
"Let me see." Nan Yi looked at the content of the fax and said, "It seems that you three don't have to celebrate the New Year. Call Jinsi Trade back and don't bother them to send an invitation letter. We can handle the visa ourselves.
Tomorrow morning, you will set off for Xiangkeng and buy tickets to New York. After buying them, please let me know the flight number and I will ask someone to help you with the entry procedures.
I don’t need to emphasize what this client means to us, Yiwan International. The villa in Repulse Bay is waving to you, and the yacht is saluting you. Take it, and visit Silk Road by the way. If you can take both, financial freedom is just around the corner.”
Golden Silk Trade and Silk Road are two large and time-honored silk trading companies in the United States. One can be traced back to before the independence of the United States, and the other also has a history of a hundred years. Their business covers almost all categories of silk, and their annual purchase volume is hundreds of millions of dollars. If they can get a little bit of it through their fingers, Nan Yi’s debt will not be a problem.
Before, Nan Yi didn't dare to think about cooperating with these two companies. He planned to work in the silk field for a year before considering starting research. Unexpectedly, this gave him a surprise, although Nan Yi was not optimistic that the three of them could bring back big business.
Jinsi Trading has always focused on silk trade and may have had business dealings with the Cao family, the prototype of the Jia Mansion created by Cao Xueqin. They should not have too deep an understanding of silk. Su Meng and the other two do not recognize all the categories of silk. It would be like brandishing a sword in front of Guan Gong, which is too naive. We can only hope that they can bring back some of the factory silk business.
After Nan Yi's encouragement and the excitement of going to the United States, Su Meng and the other two rushed back to the office to continue working overtime.
The next day, Nan Yi sent Su Meng and the other two on the ferry. Before leaving, he gave Du Jiachang some Hong Kong dollars and a book of traveler's checks. In the afternoon, he organized the employees who did not leave early to clean up the office and found two people in the village to help look after the house.
On the 22nd, Nan Yi picked up his son in Shanghai; on the 23rd, he flew to Xiangkeng, and as soon as he landed, he sent his son to Fang's manor, and then he rushed to pay the public grain; on the 24th, the depressed Nan Yi took his son back to the capital.
He was busy like a top, cleaning the house and preparing for the New Year celebrations. After that, it was already the morning of New Year's Eve. Nan Yi couldn't sit idle yet. Liu Zhen would only arrive in the capital in the afternoon, so he had to prepare the New Year's Eve dinner.
Cooking the New Year's Eve dinner was not a quiet process. Nan Yi had to come out of the kitchen from time to time to entertain the people who came to celebrate the New Year. By the time he finished cooking, it was already 2:30 in the afternoon. The father and son, who had not had lunch yet, were eating while cooking in the kitchen.
"Dad, the vegetables in the roast goose are a bit bitter. I don't recognize this dish." Nan Wuwei said after taking a bite of the vegetarian roast goose.
Nan Yi kept working, "Oh, this dish is called Luotangqing, a special vegetable in a county under Zhejiang Province. The village where Luotangqing is grown is the hometown of Wong Tai Sin. The people of Xiangkeng are very superstitious about Wong Tai Sin. Your grandmother Ge plans to package it as a high-end vegetable and send it to Xiangkeng."
"Oh, Dad, are the meatballs ready?"
Nan Yi raised his head and glanced at the steamer. "Not yet. Steam it for a while longer."
"What do you want to steam it for a while longer?" Liu Zhen suddenly appeared behind Nan Yi and said.
"Hey, isn't this President Liu? Why didn't you say hello in advance so that I could roll out the red carpet to welcome you."
"Don't come on, I haven't eaten yet, I'm hungry."
As Liu Zhen spoke, she picked up a vegetarian roast goose from the plate and started eating.
"Eat when you're hungry..."
Nan Yi swallowed the word "shit" before he could even utter it.
"Wuwei, go get some toilet paper."
"oh."
Nan Wuwei responded, ran out of the kitchen and quickly came back with toilet paper.
Taking the toilet paper, Nan Yi tore off a piece and wiped his own mouth, and then wiped the mouths of Liu Zhen and Nan Wuwei. "Today is New Year's Eve, be careful with your words and don't swear."
"Just be careful." Liu Zhen wiped his mouth and said.
"Pay attention, pay attention, pay attention, don't just stand there, put on your apron and come over to help."
With two adults and one child working together, Nan Yi felt much more relaxed and the cooking speed of the New Year's Eve dinner was also greatly increased.
At five o'clock in the afternoon, Nan Yi first invited "Heaven, Earth, Emperor, Parents and Teachers" to eat the tributes, then set off a string of firecrackers in the yard, closed the door, placed twelve sets of bowls and chopsticks, poured twelve bowls of wine, and the seven people began to eat.
Everyone else went home for the New Year holiday, leaving only Ruan Zhiling, Fan Shiqingyun, the school beauty and the tiger cub.
Before the meal started, Nan Yi stood up with a glass of wine in hand, "It's the Spring Festival again, and it will be ten years soon. All these years, the four of you have worked hard to follow me all the way. I won't say much to thank you, it's all in the wine, I toast to everyone."
The four school beauties stood up and accepted Nan Yi's toast. The atmosphere of the New Year's Eve dinner suddenly became relaxed.
They talked and laughed and had the New Year's Eve dinner for two hours. After the meal, they cleared the table and Nan Yi gave each of the other six people a red envelope. Then, he took out the snack plate, made some tea, and Nan Wuwei took out a bunch of popsicles. Everyone started playing the game of picking up colorful sticks.
The rules are very simple. There are seven people and each person is given thirty popsicles. It is up to you to choose how many popsicles you want to play each time. The players are arranged in order according to the number of popsicles they have played, and the person with the most popsicles gets to play first.
The gameplay is also very simple. Hold the popsicles that everyone has brought out in your hand and put your hand on the table. Do not use force. You can only let go quickly to let the popsicles fall freely. When the popsicles fall randomly on the table, you can pick one of the popsicles. When you pick them, it will touch the popsicles other than the target. That means two or more popsicles move, and this is GAME OVER.
If you feel it is risky to pick more during the process, you can give up the popsicles you have already picked at any time. Otherwise, as long as the game is over, all the popsicles will have to be spit out.
In the first round, Nan Wuwei put out all thirty sticks, and the others naturally gave in to him and put out different quantities.
Nan Wuwei held the popsicle in one of his small hands, dragged it a bit when he let go, and let the popsicles scatter on the table like flowers from heaven. At a glance, he saw that there were more than a dozen popsicles that were not pressed down by other popsicles. He picked up the scattered ones with a smile, then studied the pile of sticks for a while, easily picked out a few that were very easy to pick out, and then stopped.
"Dad, it's your turn."
"You clever little bastard, you left me a mess."
Nan Yi took out a popsicle and attacked the target he had already chosen. The popsicle was at the bottom, next to the load-bearing stick, but there was no stick pressing on it. It was too close and there was a certain risk, but it didn't matter to Nan Yi. This was his first target, and if he failed, he failed.
He carefully dragged the sticks out little by little. When they were almost out of the pile of sticks, Nan Yi shook his hand deliberately. The load-bearing stick was touched, and all the sticks pressing on it loosened and were pressed more tightly.
"Oh, what a pity, we failed." Nan Yi said deliberately.
"You are just doing this on purpose." Liu Zhen snorted, and picked up a stick that had just rolled out of the pile of sticks. "I'll pick one, next one."
All seven of them were extremely cunning. After taking turns, only Nan Wuwei and Liu Zhen took action, while the others all did bad things on purpose.
At the end of one round, the unpicked sticks were accumulated to the next round, and the seven people re-arranged the order of sticks. This time, everyone went all out. There was no doubt that Nan Yi, who was ranked second in the previous round and did not pick any sticks, was ranked last.
They are all cunning guys. Nan Yi will definitely be eliminated.
This was indeed the case. At the end of the second round, Nan Yi didn't have any popsicles in his hand. They cost ten cents each, so he took out three dollars and started the game again.
After playing a few rounds, when the sound of "Cosmic Brand Cigarettes" came from the TV speakers, the group stopped playing and sat in a row to watch the gala.
After reviewing previous events, the 1990 Gala began with the song "A Thousand Colors", and old and new faces appeared on the screen one by one.
This year was the first time that Lao Zhao from Northeast China appeared on the Spring Festival Gala. The skit was very average. I remember that Nan Yi was not amused the first time he saw it. If I had to say which one he was most satisfied with, it would be "The Protagonist and the Supporting Actor". He has seen it countless times, but it still made him laugh.
When the song "Happy Tonight" sounded, Nan Yi went to the yard and set off a string of firecrackers. Amid the crackling sound, 1989 passed, and Nan Yi missed it very much.
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The first day of the first lunar month.
Another string of firecrackers rang out. Nan Yi went upstairs to wake up Nan Wuwei. After washing up, he went downstairs to eat the dumplings and noodles made by Liu Zhen. There were only dumplings and noodles in Liu Zhen's and her bowls, but there was a little leftover rice from the New Year's Eve dinner in Nan Yi's bowl. His breakfast on the first day of the New Year should be rice porridge.
At nine o'clock, the two phones in the old house kept ringing. Liu Zhen's calls were basically from Shanghai, and there was no need to say who was calling. Nan Yi's calls were from all over the world, and the New Year greetings passed another two or three hours.
On the first day of the New Year, Nan Yi's family did not go out. They answered phone calls, poured some juice into a mold, threw it in the yard to freeze for a while, and then came back to chew fruit popsicles. The heating was on, so it was still quite warm in the house.
On the second day of the Chinese New Year, I went to Liu's house and pretended to be a grandson, with my parents, brother, sister-in-law and brother; on the third day, I went to Nan's house and pretended to be a servant, with my parents, brother, sister-in-law and nieces and nephews; on the fourth day, I cooked at home and entertained Liu's family.
On the fifth day of the New Year, Nan Yi stopped pretending and started to tremble.
Early in the morning, I eat melon seeds, hum a tune, and open my notebook to deal with the backlog of emails.
The first one came from Merlion. The general meaning of the email was that they were optimistic about the word processing software market and wanted to launch a project to develop word processing software. In fact, it couldn't be called research and development, because the word processing software used by Nan was developed by Merlion. As long as the "Nan language " was changed to C language and the functions were slightly modified, it could be released to the public.
Nan Yi stroked his chin and thought to himself: "The word processing software with the largest number of users on the market are WordStar, WPS, and MSoffice. WS has the largest number of users, both abroad and in China. Many programmers have made a fortune by translating WS into Chinese.
WPS emerged as a new force, creating a precedent for storing content and format together, and setting the output format during editing [public];
Office started quite early, but its functions are not advanced. However, relying on the advantages of the system platform, it will dominate the word processing market in the future. It is not wise to compete with it. Besides, why should we compete with it? It is fun to fight the left hand against the right hand. "
It is not difficult to develop word processing software. Any programmer with a programming level slightly higher than Nan Yi can form a team to develop it. There is no need to worry about being monopolized by foreign countries. Besides, whether such software is monopolized or not does not rise to strategic significance. It is just a question of who makes the money.
Clicking the reply button, Nan Yi typed in the text box: "Rejected. The market prospects for word processing software are not optimistic. Facing system bundling sales, there is no competitive power. Please focus on the development of open source hypertext preprocessing language first. Hold a brainstorming meeting in early March. Notify me after the specific date is coordinated."
After processing several emails, Nan Yi opened another one. The email came from the Big Windmill in Amsterdam, the Netherlands, reporting on the development progress of EDA tool software.
Compared with any word processing software, EDA can be considered a powerful tool. It is not an exaggeration to put "national" in front of it. EDA is translated into Chinese as "electronic design automation". It is an important basic tool for integrated circuits and is widely used in various links such as integrated circuit design, manufacturing, packaging, testing, verification and simulation.
Ordinary people cannot see the existence of EDA, and don’t even know what it is, but it is the crystallization and representative of high technology and an important part of the chip industry. Nanyi has deployed lithography machines and focused on chip manufacturing, and naturally will not miss the design.
Nan Yi had no interest in secretly transporting a lithography machine back to China. He had never thought about it. He preferred to honestly and seemingly foolishly cultivate talents from the basics.
Smart people start making furniture by cutting down trees, but he, a stupid man, starts by cultivating seedlings. He has to study how to plant, fertilize, water and weed. He also studies the light conditions required for tree growth and summarizes all the problems that will be encountered in the growth of trees.
"Well done, keep up the good work."
Nan Yi replied to Dafengche's email and began to think about in whose name the software company should be registered. He planned to register a software company in China, whose main task was to develop EDA tool software.
There is no short-term return on this software. Not to mention that it is difficult to compete with foreign software in terms of functionality, just looking at the quotation, foreign software has a larger operating space and is more concealed. It can meet both public needs and personal interests, and everyone is happy. This is a fatal flaw for Luozi, and Nan Yi can't think of a way to make up for it.
It will take at least 20 or even 30 years for the EDA of Luozi to enter the payback period. With such a long time, Nan Yi cannot just keep investing money in it. He must first think of a project that can quickly generate returns.
Nan Yi’s thoughts quickly shifted from “legal person” to “project”, but when it comes to projects that can make money, what can be done?
"Go to Shencun to find Shi Baijin and invest in him before his Hanka becomes big? Or do software OEM? Or set up a virus and anti-virus project team, release the virus first and then detoxify it, and make a fortune from anti-virus software? Or develop a compression software based on Winzip and monopolize the Windows platform?"
Suddenly, Nan Yi really couldn't think of a good project. He could only stop thinking temporarily and prepare to pay attention to software-related news in the near future to see if he could find some inspiration.
Nan Yi was just closing his notebook when Nan Wuwei came up to him and said, "Dad, can you take me out to play?"
"Don't read anymore?"
"I don't want to watch it anymore. My eyes are tired."
"Okay, Dad will take you out to play."
After packing up, Nan Yi called Liu Zhen who was watching TV, and the family of three went out to the street.
"Son, where do you want to go to play?"
After getting into the car, Nan Yi asked Nan Wuwei.
"Dad, we can go anywhere."
"Oh." Nan Yi responded, then turned to ask Liu Zhen, "What about you?"
"Go to Asia. I want to look at some clothes."
"OK."
When they arrived at Asia, the family of three went to the women's clothing brand area. Liu Zhen was walking in front, while Nan Yi and his son followed behind dejectedly, nodding or shaking their heads to please Liu Zhen from time to time.
After walking around Asia for a quarter of an hour, Nan Wuwei said to Nan Yi with a pursed mouth: "Dad, I want to go to the game room."
"If you hadn't said it just now, didn't you see that your mother was having a great time shopping? If you dared to say it, a beating would be the least of your punishment." Nan Yi said, pointing at Liu Zhen in front of him.
"Oh, women are such a hassle."
Nan Wuwei shook his head and sighed heavily.
"Nan Yi, does this Korean shirt look good on me?" Liu Zhen asked, picking up a hip-hop shirt.
"It looks good, it looks good." Nan Yi nodded hurriedly, "But, President Liu, it's winter now, it's not in season."
"That's right." Liu Zhen looked at the shirt in his hand, hesitated for a moment, and hung it back on the hanger. "Forget it, I won't look at it anymore. I don't see anything satisfactory. Let's go look at men's clothing. How about buying you a jacket? Yili Wang, Junma, and a pair of Diadora?"
"Forget it. I don't need a coat in Coconut City. I'll buy one later."
"Let's go take a look first."
Liu Zhen walked up to Nan Yi, put her arm around his, and dragged him towards the men's clothing area.
When he arrived at the men's clothing area, Nan Yi saw some very popular and luxurious shoe and clothing brands in China at that time, such as Weipeng jeans, Ruibiao leather jackets, Yafeng pants, Caesar furs, and Delilai leather shoes.
Dalilai was originally a German brand. The correct translation is Lloyd. I don’t know how it became called Dalilai in China. This brand came to China in 1986. The shoes are of very good quality and the price is even better, a pair of shoes costs thousands of yuan.
The boss of the Vancouver brand thought the shoes were good, so he used cardboard to draw a pattern and punch holes by hand to imitate them. He soon imitated them very well. Since 1988, it has been difficult to buy authentic Dalilai shoes. All the shoes on the market are imitations from Vancouver. Only Asia is relatively reliable. For the sake of reputation, they only sell expensive shoes and never sell fake ones. They rip people off openly.
Liu Zhen suddenly stopped beside the cashmere sweater hanger and took out a cashmere sweater to measure it on Nan Yi, "This one should look good on you."
"Ordos, it's several hundred, will you give it to me?"
"I'll give it to you. You act as if I've never given you anything."
"Yes, I got an older son."
While complaining, Nan Yi took off his coat and handed it to Liu Zhen. He took the cashmere sweater and rubbed it with the back of his hand, then put it under his nose and sniffed it. When he didn't smell any strange smell, he put it around his neck.
After Nan Yi put it on, he turned around and asked, "How is it?"
"It makes you look taller, which is good. Just buy this one." Liu Zhen looked at it and said.
"This one, then."
Nan Yi looked down and was very satisfied. He waved his hand and called the shopping guide over.
The shopping guide walked up to Nan Yi and called out, "Mr. Nan."
"Xiaotian, it's you. Don't call me President Nan. I'm not that anymore. I remember you were in the electrical appliances area. How come you were transferred to the men's clothing area?"
It’s okay. Nan Yi still remembers this shopping guide, so it won’t be too awkward.
"Men's clothing is easy to sell and has a high price, and the commission is also high. At the end of last year, I was named a sales model and the company transferred me to the men's clothing area." Oda said happily.
"That's great. Keep working hard and don't slack off. Good things will happen in the second half of the year."
According to Nan Yi's original plan, the welfare housing plan should be implemented in the second half of this year. If nothing unexpected happens, Yang Kaiyan will implement it according to Nan Yi's plan. Xiaotian is a sales model and will most likely be included in the first batch.
Xiaotian's eyes lit up, "Boss Nan, what's the good news? Tell me about it."
"Why are you so anxious? It's a good thing. Just wait and see." Nan Yi smiled and said, "Is there any employee discount?"
"Yes, yes, Mr. Nan, please come with me to the cashier."
"I'm married, and the financial power is in my wife's hands." Nan Yi pointed at Liu Zhen and said.
Xiaotian covered his mouth and said, "Haha, Mrs. Nan, then you come with me."
Liu Zhen smiled knowingly and followed Xiaotian to pay.
After visiting the clothing area, the family of three went to the toy area. Many of the toys on the shelves came from factories related to Guangdong Province and Nanyi. Nan Wuwei had all of them in his hands. There were not many other rare ones. Nan Wuwei's eyes were soon attracted by the large Transformers displayed in the glass counter.
"Dad, I've never seen this Transformer." Nan Wuwei said, pointing at Optimus Prime on the counter.
Nan Yi glanced at the counter and said, "Would you like to buy one?"
At the end of 1987, Hasbro's marketing specialists visited several TV stations with "Transformers", hoping to promote the popularity of Transformers in China. After hitting a wall with Chaoting TV, they found Shanghai TV, the negotiations were successful, and "Transformers" was subsequently broadcast on Shanghai TV.
By now, most children in China know about Transformers. Hasbro has achieved its goal. Transformers are selling very well in China, and Yongnan Toys, the joint venture company with Fushan, has had an easy time in the past two years.
Nan Yi knew all these things very well. It was because he had been eyeing Transformers for many years. Now the film and television copyright of Transformers was in the hands of Gunner Company.
"Yeah, I want Optimus Prime."
"good."
Nan Yi got a receipt and went to the cashier to pay 99 yuan, and Optimus Prime fell into Nan Wuwei's hands.
The fifth day of the New Year was a family get-together. The family of three went out for a whole day and had dinner outside. On the sixth day, Liu Zhen went to see Ren Xia, Nan Wuwei and his childhood sweetheart Wen Yuanyuan went riding on their bamboo horses, and Nan Yi became the man left behind.
Due to insufficient security, Nan Yi could only stay at home and read the newspaper. In the newspaper, Nan Yi saw another soft article by Mou Nande.
"This old guy has been very busy. He has published so many soft articles from last year to now."
Nan Yi chuckled and started reading the content of the soft article.
Starting from 1988, Nan Yi discovered some clues. Some bosses of private enterprises liked to edit tabloids. Since they could not get publication numbers and could not distribute them to the outside world, they distributed them within their own enterprises. For example, Mou Nande, his karate trust group published a newspaper called "Karate Vision". He wrote the title himself, and the editorial was "Cultivating a generation of Confucian businessmen."
Nan Yi once got a few copies of "Karate Vision". It must be said that Lao Mou's articles were very well written, with great strategic and powerful momentum. In the articles, he pointed out the way forward as if he was holding the correct direction of the economy in his hands.
The soft article combined with "Karate Vision" can allow Nan Yi to get a glimpse of what Mou Nan De is doing and have a certain understanding of the people within the Karate Trust Group.
At first glance, the soft article seems that Mou Nande likes to show off and makes speeches and remarks in newspapers like a big shot. But if you think about it carefully, you can tell that he is just managing his image. He has not made any business and there is no definite news about changing the plane. But he has become a role model of Confucian businessmen, and heroes from all walks of life have come to pay homage to their lord.
After reading a new article, Nan Yi found a few old articles about karate, connected them together and read them carefully. Nan Yi felt that Mou Nande was a bit like the contemporary Guiguzi, a gentleman who talks rather than acts, and relies on his clever mouth to enjoy the good life. He was definitely the epitome of the Guiguzi School and the Cake-drawing School.
If we collect Lao Mou's articles and his daily sayings into a book, and delete some of the tricks that are too powerful and can easily cause large-scale casualties, we should be able to produce a "Cake-Painting Secret Book" that entrepreneurial bosses would worship, and the title page would read - If you want to practice magic skills, look at yourself in the mirror and talk.
After reading the newspaper , Nan Yi's primordial power surged, his unicorn arm shone with golden light, his hand uncontrollably took out a pen, spread out the notebook, and began to write:
Solar Heating Project: Build a 150 million kilometer long heat pipeline to transport the sun's heat to the cold north;
Solar Clean Energy Plan: Pull a live wire and a neutral wire from the earth to the sun (key point: ask the electrician whether to pull a ground wire), obtain clean electricity from the sun continuously, and break the monopoly of oil;
Ladder Plan: Build a ladder to the sky and recruit miners to mine gold on the planet Cereshen for three yuan a day. The maximum annual mining volume is expected to be 800 billion tons.
Nan Yi's pen stopped writing here. Looking at the words on the paper, Nan Yi covered his face and cried, "Fool, I am such a fool. I have taken a detour for twelve years!"
