Era space: flirting with tens of billions of materials

Disposable lighters cost one yuan each in later generations, and a whole carton of cigarettes was given away for free.

For such an inconspicuous gadget, its total production value reached 22 billion yuan in 125, with total profits and taxes of 3.6 million yuan.

Made in China with high quality and low price, it occupies more than 70% of the global market share.

But the lighter market in the 1980s was dominated by Japanese benzene.

Lin Nianhe said something that she didn't even believe. She wanted to grab this cake and it had nothing to do with them - what bad intentions could she have? She just formulated the most reasonable development direction based on the current situation of the match factory.

They all produce lighters.

This makes sense.

"Is this difficult? Is it technically feasible?" Li Dahe stared at Lin Nianhe's picture, feeling a little worried.

Lin Nianhe turned to Wang Xiao: "Uncle Wang, if this industry can be developed, our Lan County will have another large foreign exchange-earning factory. By then, the taxes..."

Upon hearing this, Uncle Wang immediately became energetic: "Are we facing few technical difficulties? Difficulties must be overcome! I believe in the provincial capital machinery factory!"

Regardless of whether the machinery factory believed in him or not, Wang Xiao believed in them first.

"Then there's plastic..."

"I'm going to talk to the plastics factory!" Wang Xiao slapped his chest loudly, and didn't forget to drag the director of the factory into the water. "When the time comes, let me go with me!"

Lin Nianhe and Li Dahe exchanged glances.

Both of them were reassured - Wang Xiao was on top, and the matter was settled.

Ever since Lin Nianhe told Uncle Wang about Zhang Liang's plan for Liu Bang, Uncle Wang learned from the experience and began to study the art of war and history.

He really read a lot of books, a lot of art of war, a lot of history.

But he still got the upper hand.

A leader who does not want to develop and build is not a good leader.

As a good leader, because of a good factory, the boss should be understood.

After Wang Xiao told his feelings to the commune clerk, the clerk was silent for a long time and said, "Leader, are you still unwilling to admit that you were deceived by Uncle Li and Comrade Xiao Lin?"

Wang Xiao drank tea and glanced at him: "Are you still unwilling to admit that if your leader hadn't been me, you would have been shot eight hundred times long ago?"

Junior Secretary: "..."

"Leader, I actually think that Comrade Xiaolin is your own family member. She can't fool anyone else."

Wang Xiao: "From now on, just say the second sentence."

"Okay, leader."

Wang Xiao did not accompany him for the exam anymore. He dragged the director of the planning factory to the provincial capital to pay for his temporary superiority.

Director Ji didn't know what Wang Xiao wanted to do on his own until he was on the train.

He looked at him in astonishment: "Leader, first of all, I am the director of the textile factory... Secondly, how can I do such a great thing that offends people? Finally... I am the director of the textile factory! He works in the match factory Is it appropriate for me to intervene?"

He didn't need to look at the parts diagram to know how troublesome this was.

This is not a matter of buying eggs and taking two duck eggs with you. This is a matter of letting a chicken lay duck eggs - and the duck eggs produced by this chicken must also be of high quality.

He was afraid that the director of the provincial capital machinery factory would beat him out.

Wang Xiao laughed loudly, patted Director Ji on the shoulder and said, "Brother Ji, my good brother...it's not like you don't know what Old Li Tou is like. Besides, isn't his kid taking the college entrance examination? Don’t open short.”

Director Ji shuddered.

Call me "Lao Ji" when nothing happens, and "Brother Ji" when something happens.

He took Brother Ji as a fool - where's the beep?

The director of the planning factory looked unhappy: "Boss, I really can't do this job."

"Hey, are you stupid?" Wang Xiao had a sincere expression on his face. He moved to sit on the director's bunk and put his arm around his shoulders, as if he was afraid that he would run away.

Director Ji: "Well, yes, I'm stupid."

Wang Xiao curled his lips and whispered, "I saw the lighter that Xiao Lin held. It's such a big thing. When the time comes, I'll ask Lao Li to print the embroidery of our textile factory on it." Yes, Lin Nianhe didn't need to remind him that he was aware of advertising on lighters.

The director of the planning factory showed little interest: "The hairpins are sold to little girls. How many little girls have you seen playing with lighters all day long?"

Wang Xiao: "What about printing your face?"

"..."

Regardless of whether the accounting director wants it or not, Wang Xiao has assigned the tasks in place. No matter how reluctant he is, he must work honestly.

Director Ji was very good at comforting himself, and soon he thought about it——

It would be great if the match factory could start up, then Wang Xiao would not stick to him as a sheep.

In the past two years, I have asked the villagers to come to him to watch movies, come to him to give scholarships to children, and come to him to distribute rice and noodles to needy households during holidays...

Brother Ji is about to be bald.

……

Li Dahe of the Shili Brigade also felt that he was going bald.

He watched helplessly as Lin Nianhe dismantled the lighter, which was said to cost a thousand dollars each, into parts and couldn't help but rub his feet on the ground.

He couldn't stand it any longer, so he went to have a meeting with Accountant Zhao while muttering about "a prodigal girl".

Everyone was busy with their own affairs, and the two of them were ruthlessly forgotten in the college entrance examination room.

Lin Nianhe took a pair of tweezers and picked and disassembled and reassembled. Sometimes one part was missing, sometimes two parts were missing... The scary thing was that no matter how many parts she was missing, she could still make a lighter. Looks like.

But it’s not certain whether it can start a fire.

"almost."

Lin Nianhe worked on it for nearly three hours, and his fingers were stained bronze green.

She touched Su Yuncheng with her elbow: "Brother Yuncheng, help me find a tool bag."

Su Yuncheng bent down and placed the fitter bag he had prepared early in the morning in front of her.

He even took out several copper sheets of different thicknesses: "You try it first. If you feel the thickness is not good enough, I will look for it again."

Facing such caring brother Yun Cheng, classmate Xiao Lin was speechless: "Brother Yun Cheng, you are so thoughtful... One day when I ascend the throne, I will definitely make you the queen."

Queen Su: "...?"

"what!"

"Lin Nianhe, do you have any intention?"

"Brother is staring at me in the examination room. Are you in the village of San Gong and Sixth Yard?"

Xie Yufei glared at the village boy, threw his bag on the table, pointed at Lin Nianhe and cursed angrily.

Lin Nianhe's hand shook and he almost cut an "8" out of the copper piece.

She raised her eyes to look at Xie Yufei and said, "Don't fight for favor, Ye Tingling's seat is reserved for you."

Xie Yufei said "Oh" and straightened his back with satisfaction.

However, he suddenly became confused: "What does Ye Ting Ling do?"

Lin Nianhe replied: "An... important official position that requires strong vitality and tenacious willpower to be qualified."

Su Yuncheng concluded: "The most popular person around the emperor."

"Oh--"

"That really suits my identity."

Satisfied, Mr. Xie picked up his bag again and waved to them: "I am going to have a meal, so you should be busy."

Lin Nianhe: "Okay, you are welcome to go through the entry procedures at any time."