stjorthotic Chapter 16 Customers Come to Collect Motorcycle Debt
Chapter 16 Customers Come to Collect Motorcycle Debt
It's April now, and the sky is clear and cloudless.
A month has passed since that pivotal conversation, and the mainland market, like a sleeping lion, is slowly awakening.
At the beginning of each month, the street office gathers the business owners of Chun'an Street for a small, high-level information exchange meeting.
The story of Wang Yang riding a large Jiefang truck to transport scrap parts back to Chun'an Street has undoubtedly been a hot topic recently.
"Old Chen, have you heard? Wang Yang, that kid from the street repair shop, managed to get his hands on three motorcycles!"
"Good heavens! I thought one truckload would be too much, but it turned out to be three truckloads!"
"Don't talk nonsense, those are just three cartloads of scrap metal!"
"Scrap metal? No way! That kid from the Zhao family even said it was a motorcycle..."
"You believe what the kid says? Boss Zhang went to check it out that night; it's all lumps of metal, impossible to fix!"
"No way, I even ordered one from him. Would he dare take this job without a motorcycle?"
"Even Boss Zhang said it can't be fixed, and you don't believe him? Why would you believe a kid?!"
"Go and arrest them now! They might have already run off with the money!"
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In a secluded scrap metal collection station on Chun'an Street, Wang Yang is assembling a motorcycle with all his might.
"Yang-ge, you've been working for three days straight, aren't you going to take a break?"
Since the scrap parts were transported back to Guangzhou, Wang Yang has devoted almost all his time, except for eating and sleeping, to repairing them.
In the eyes of other mechanics, these parts were beyond repair and had no value.
Wang Yang, however, managed to repair the parts of the first vehicle and even assembled more than a dozen motorcycles.
Two more truckloads of parts await Wang Yang's processing.
"It's time to take a break. Didn't we call Wenqing and Qiangzi over? Where are they?"
Wang Yang stood up, took the matcha from Liu Hui, and wiped the oil off his clothes.
After working for three days, Wang Yang smelled of rust.
Auto repair can take half your life.
"Yang-ge! We're here!"
At the entrance of the scrap metal recycling station, Yang Wenqing and Zhang Qiang walked and looked around.
The two men were amazed to see the piles of old motorcycle parts stacked into several small mountains.
The entire scrap metal collection station resembled a steel jungle.
In the middle of the scrap metal collection station, ten motorcycles were neatly arranged.
"Yang-ge, that's... amazing!"
Yang Wenqing and Zhang Qiang were incredulous; their mouths were so wide they could almost fit an orange inside.
With seven thousand dollars, ten motorcycles were built, and a large number of parts were left over.
This batch of parts is enough to make more than forty motorcycles.
The two of them had lost count of how much money they could make.
"No problem..."
Wang Yang, struggling with his aching back, went into the blue tin shack to rest.
Even so, Wang Yang found the workload somewhat overwhelming.
But a man cannot say he is incapable.
"Brother Yang, we still have plenty of time..."
"Yeah, Yang, let's not rush, take our time..."
When Liu Hui contacted Yang Wenqing and Zhang Qiang, he told them to persuade Wang Yang.
Wang Yang worked for three consecutive days, and the intensity of the work almost scared Liu Hui to death.
Health is the foundation of everything, and Wang Yang is overdrawing his health.
"Let's not talk about that. I know my own body. By the way, Qiangzi, how many orders do we have?!"
Wang Yang waved his hand, signaling everyone to stop trying to persuade him.
Motorcycle production capacity surged at the end of the year, but policies continued to tighten, turning privately made motorcycles into a gray industry and causing profits to plummet.
The money-making opportunity will only last for a few months. Once the policy direction changes, the private motorcycle business will have to go underground.
Wang Yang knew one thing very well: underground businesses couldn't last long.
To grow and strengthen a business, one must go ashore, step into the public eye, and appear in the public eye.
Therefore, Wang Yang needs to pave the way with funds, get into the public eye, acquire the secondary agency rights for Mutian Motorcycles, and establish a business model to ensure long-term success.
"More than a dozen people expressed their intention to buy, and eight of them paid a deposit of five hundred yuan."
Zhang Qiang took out five hundred yuan from his bag and placed it on the table.
Before it was even officially sold, it had already raised four thousand yuan.
"Wenqing, about the matter I asked you to find a piece of land to build a factory..."
Just as Wang Yang was about to ask more questions, a commotion broke out outside the tin shack.
"You don't even have a motorcycle here, give me my money back!"
"Geneva! Refund!"
Instigated by Chen Jiande, several business owners who had paid deposits came to the door and made a scene.
Five hundred yuan is enough for a worker's monthly salary.
Relatively speaking, these bosses all have some savings, but they don't want to give money away for nothing.
"Bosses, didn't we agree on a one-month delivery period?"
Zhang Qiang was in charge of attracting customers, which was a huge headache for him.
They made such a good deal back then, what's with this whole mess now?
"Enough talk, we need to see the motorcycle today!"
The group pushed Zhang Qiang aside and walked into the scrap metal recycling station, hoping to find Wang Yang.
Chen Jiande told them that Wang Yang was the key figure.
The leader was Mr. Qian, the owner of the tailor shop, whose hometown was the same village as Chen Jiande's.
Unlike traditional tailor shops, Mr. Qian offers door-to-door service.
When visiting someone's home to measure their body measurements, it's important to make a good impression.
Riding a bicycle often leaves you drenched in sweat and smelling strongly of body odor, which can negatively impact business.
Motorcycles, fuel-efficient and easy to drive, became the mode of transportation that Boss Qian needed.
"Hehe, he's in for a world of hurt now."
Chen Jiande, hiding in the distance, smiled so much that his eyes narrowed into slits.
Chen Jiande orchestrated this whole charade involving inciting fellow villagers to take the lead and gathering other business owners at the scrap metal recycling station.
"Uncle Jiande, does Wang Yang really have a motorcycle?"
Chen Haitao also arrived, gazing at the situation at the scrap metal recycling station from afar.
Since Wang Yang went to the subdistrict office, Gao Xin has never gone to work again, and was later transferred away.
Chen Haitao had already told his friends that Gao Xin was his girlfriend, and Gao Xin's transfer made him lose face.
In Chen Haitao's view, it was all Wang Yang's fault.
"No, your Uncle Zhang said those parts are just scrap metal and can't be repaired at all."
Chen Jiande was confident, and he made contact with Zhang Baoguo.
These days, Zhang Baoguo has been intensively studying motorcycle repair techniques.
After treating Zhang Baoguo to drinks several times, Chen Jiande trusted him completely.
With qualifications, background, and connections, Zhang Baoguo is the real talent, far superior to Wang Yang at the scrap metal recycling station.
"Those who want to buy a motorcycle, line up, one at a time!"
When Boss Qian and several other bosses rushed into the scrap metal recycling station, they were stunned by what they saw.
More than a dozen motorcycles were neatly arranged in the middle of the scrap metal collection station.
Especially the motorcycle in the middle, with its cool red and white exterior, looks just like the same motorcycle that Andy Lau rode in Hong Kong movies.
"Boss Qian, what's going on..."
The other bosses were shocked; they had all been brought along by Boss Qian.
Seeing that Wang Yang actually had a motorcycle, he naturally didn't want to antagonize him.
"There really are motorcycles..."
Mr. Qian found it hard to believe. Chen Jiande had clearly assured him that the parts inside were all unrepairable and that a motorcycle could never be assembled.
But where did these perfectly intact motorcycles come from?