Collect supplies, seize aircraft carriers, and travel to the seventh and fifth

The beauty's important position was conquered by Mr. Fang, but the sexy beauty not only did not scold him, but instead showed an expression of enjoyment.

She said flatteringly, "Mr. Fang, I've been yours for a long time. When did you find my brother's job? Also, when are you going to take me to meet your parents?"

When Fang Shao heard this, he immediately stopped smiling and looked at the sexy and charming woman with a cold gaze. He said, "Why are you in such a hurry? I will definitely be able to let him go to work within a month. Besides, what's the point of going to work? My tape production is already on track, and there will be a lot of money flowing into my pocket in the future."

He took his hand from his collar and continued, "I told you to let him go to one of my stores to sell tapes and recorders. I guarantee he'll make more than working, but you still didn't want to. You insisted on going to work. I don't know what you're thinking. Is a stable job that important?"

The sexy beauty said flatteringly: "Mr. Fang, isn't this what my parents meant? They say that a stable job is a guarantee of success, and that drought and floods guarantee a good harvest. Old-fashioned, Mr. Fang, please be more tolerant. Please take the trouble to arrange something for him."

Seeing that Master Fang was silent, the sexy beauty said again: "Master Fang, you must have sold a lot of tapes recently!"

When it comes to tapes, Fang Shao immediately became interested. This was his most successful investment.

When I went to Beijing to visit a friend, I heard Tian Li singing "Sweet Honey" on the street. I was immediately amazed by the heavenly sound and asked my friend what song it was and why it was so beautiful.

A friend told him that every song on this tape was very good. This tape is selling very well in Beijing, and almost every young person has one.

When he returned to his friend's house, his friend turned on the tape recorder and played songs for him!

The more Fang Shao listened, the more addicted he became. Just as his friend said, every song was something he had never heard before, especially the song "Walk Away with Style", which was his favorite.

He thought, "If I take this tape back to Shanghai and sell it, I'm sure I'll make a lot of money."

His friend suggested, "Mr. Fang, why don't we buy a few machines to make these tapes? Then we can burn the tapes and sell them in Shanghai. Don't you think we can make a lot of money? Wouldn't that be much more than picking up the tapes here and selling them in Shanghai?"

Fang Shao's eyes lit up: "Hey, you know what, this is really a good idea, but this machine shouldn't be cheap, right?"

Fang Shao's friend, Qu Hongli, also the son of an official in Beijing, said, "Well, I don't think it's cheap. It's probably hard for the two of us to pull it off. So, why don't you go back and find a few good friends of yours and have them listen to the songs on the tape? Then, talk to them about investing in it. If you get a few more people involved, wouldn't the deal be a success?"

Fang Shao asked, "Do you know where to buy this machine for making tapes?" Qu Hongli said, "I heard from my father's secretary that Japan sells this machine. I'll ask him later. We'll take action when we have confirmed information. You go back and raise money first, approve the land for the factory. I'll call you after I've made inquiries here."

Fang Shao immediately went to the train station and bought a ticket back to Shanghai. Qu Hongli found his father's secretary and asked, "Secretary Zhou, you mentioned the tape-making machine in Japan. How did you know about it?"

Secretary Zhou searched the table, pulled out a newspaper, and placed it on the table. Pointing to a spot, he said, "Mr. Qu, look! It says right here: Inukai Masahiro Co., Ltd. in Kure City, Hiroshima Prefecture, Japan, has developed a tape recorder capable of producing 1,500 tapes in 24 hours. Its performance far surpasses similar products from the Netherlands, making it a world leader."

Qu Hongli asked, "Isn't it written how much the unit costs?" Secretary Zhou looked for it and said, "Look, it's written here. Isn't it 300,000 Mi Jin per unit?"

Qu Hongli gasped. "Fuck, that's expensive. Hey, Secretary Zhou, if I want to get a bank loan, could you offer me a guarantee in the name of the district government? A few friends in Shanghai and I are planning to invest in a few of these machines and start making tapes."

Secretary Zhou said awkwardly, "This amount is too large. I'm afraid I'll have to talk to your father about it. I don't dare to do that, and I don't have that much authority."