Wang Shuai, perhaps worried that the motorcycles wouldn't sell, actually suggested setting the price at 3,280—which was a hundred yuan lower than the price in Bingcheng.
Wang An truly couldn't wrap his head around what he was thinking.
Setting everything else aside, if someone wanted to go to Bingcheng to buy a motorcycle, transportation alone would be a huge problem. Over a distance of more than 500 kilometers, they couldn't exactly ride the motorcycle back, could they?
Wu Dong was even more interesting; he actually suggested teaming up with Zhang Shuya to operate behind the scenes and sell a portion of the motorcycles to the county government and various large units.
What Wang An never expected was that Zhang Shuya actually agreed.
As for the current Zhang Shuya, she was no longer just the Director of the Public Security Bureau; she was also a Deputy County Magistrate, and specifically, the Standing Committee Deputy County Magistrate in charge of legal affairs.
Therefore, if Wu Dong teamed up with her, this deal might actually succeed.
At the same time, He Liang and Ma Guoqiang also said they would buy a few motorcycles from the factory in the name of their respective units to serve as vehicles for their primary leaders.
In short, all of them were worried that the motorcycles wouldn't sell.
After everyone had spoken, Wang An—who had originally just intended to listen and not participate in the decision-making—could no longer hold back. He said to the group
"I say, big brothers and sisters, just how little confidence do you have in our assembled motorcycles?"
After scanning the room, Wang An continued
"Let me tell you, with these motorcycles of ours, once they go on sale, people will be fighting over them. If you don't fight, you definitely won't get one. What we should be worried about now is how long these 130 motorcycles will last, when the next batch of parts will arrive, and most importantly, whether the foreign exchange from the pharmaceutical factory can be supplied in time."
Once Wang An finished speaking, the six second-generation heirs, including the person in charge of sales, all looked at him with skeptical eyes.
Clearly, everyone in the room except Wang An believed that the motorcycles would not sell well in the county town.
Wu Dong spoke up
"Xiao An, why do you think something costing over 3,000 yuan would sell well? At that price, how many people in our county can even afford it?"
Zhang Shuya also frowned and said
"Xiao An, we are currently flying blind. If the motorcycles don't sell, the engineers and technicians we hired, the workers recruited these past few days, and the expenses for their food, drink, and heating... when you add it all up, the daily overhead is quite significant. I don't know how long our funds will last."
As soon as Zhang Shuya finished, Ma Guoqiang immediately chimed in
"I'm telling you, Xiao An, in this motorcycle factory, not counting us, there are already over 40 people including engineers and workers."
"Every time we open our eyes in the morning, just paying these people costs over 100 yuan. If you add in their food, water, electricity, and coal for heating, it's 120 or 130 yuan a day. The key is that these people definitely aren't enough; we'll still need to hire people for the storefronts later."
Following that, Wang Shuai and He Liang also voiced their opinions, but both of them were solely focused on the fear that the motorcycles wouldn't sell or would be hard to sell.
Once everyone had finished, Wang An scanned their distrustful gazes and smiled with full confidence
"I reckon none of you have a clear lead right now. How about this: we do things my way first. If my trick doesn't work, we can brainstorm other methods, alright? Anyway, it's still cold, and it's not yet the peak season for motorcycles, so we have time to adjust as we go. What do you say?"
To be honest, Wang An wasn't worried about the sales of the motorcycles at all, because the demand for this thing would only become more explosive. At the very least, before the turn of the 21st century, motorcycles were always in short supply.
It wasn't until the 21st century, when many independent brands entered the market, that the motorcycle industry entered a state of "a hundred flowers blooming."
But even then, all brands of motorcycles remained in a state of making a fortune every day.
Yes, making a fortune—it was incredibly profitable.
After Wang An spoke, Wu Dong, Zhang Shuya, and the others looked at each other. Wu Dong then said with a smile
"Sure, why not? You've always had plenty of these clever ideas. We'll listen to you first, and if it really doesn't work, we'll think of our own ways."
Wang Shuai also laughed
"Yeah, when our scar removal cream first hit the market, it was your method. We'll listen to you for the motorcycles too."
Pausing for a moment, Wang Shuai suddenly seemed to realize something and said
"I say, Xiao An, you're not suggesting we blast advertisements across TV, radio, newspapers, and magazines again, are you? If that's the method, you can stop right there—we've already started arranging it. You'll see it all in a few days, hahahaha!"
After Wang Shuai spoke, the others were stunned for a moment, then they all burst into laughter together.
Wu Dong said while laughing
"I just went to the county radio station and the county's official newspaper yesterday, planning to do a promotional wave there first."
He Liang added
"YJ County isn't far from our DJ County; I've contacted them over there too."
Ma Guoqiang immediately laughed
"No need to worry about LQ County; I've already sent word."
Wang Shuai added
"Don't worry about JY County either. As long as we sell well here, we'll open a shop there immediately. I'm telling you, Xiao An, JY County is much wealthier than ours."
Even Sun Nian said
"And as for BA, I've already told my uncle."
Wang An never expected these second-generation heirs to be so dedicated to the motorcycle factory, each doing everything in their power to find ways to sell the bikes.
By comparison, Wang An, the one who had initiated the whole thing, was actually the laziest. Aside from selling off those scrap plates and bowls and selling the parts from the leopard to bring back 950,000 HKD, Wang An had truly done nothing.
In reality, although Wang An felt he had done nothing, the second-generation heirs didn't see it that way.
In their eyes, in order to lead everyone to make money, Wang An had sold his own antiques, leopard skin, leopard bones, and other precious items. To them, Wang An was the one who had contributed the most.
After all, anyone with a bit of knowledge knew that the market for antiques was rising, and prices would only go higher in the future.
Therefore, for Wang An to sell antiques for the sake of the motorcycle factory was seen as a massive sacrifice.
Consequently, if they weren't dedicated to this factory, they would feel they were letting down the precious things Wang An had sold.
What they didn't know was that Wang An didn't actually think much of those antiques or the leopard parts.