Chapter 358: Still Hot 2.0

The publicity for Mo Du Automobile City still followed the Sijiucheng playbook, advertising directly on the "turtle cars."

One must know that the number of turtle cars in Modu was quite considerable, and since they could enter every street and alley, the reach of the publicity was very broad.

Of course, those who received the news in advance would purchase through the Jiang family; before New Year's Day had even arrived, the low-end small cars that had just reached the automobile city were already cleared out.

One must know that over 1,300 vehicles had already been sent to Modu, of which the Jiang family had spent nearly 30 million to buy 800; it was Jiang Jiancheng's uncle who was going to establish a taxi company.

The remaining 500-plus vehicles were also bought up by people with personal connections to the Jiang family.

Unknowingly, time arrived at New Year's Day, which was also the opening day of Mo Du Automobile City, and Zhang Ping'an also came over a day early to check on the situation.

At this time, the internal exhibition hall of the automobile city had over 500 vehicles, and there were also over 300 vehicles in the internal warehouse; the others were in a temporary warehouse not far from here, convenient for supplying goods at any time.

"This scene is even more magnificent than the grand occasion we had in Sijiucheng," Li Huaide said while standing on the third floor, looking slightly emotional.

"Yes, it is indeed exaggerated."

The square inside the automobile city was packed with people, and there were quite a few people waiting outside; by visual estimation, there were three or four thousand people.

As the sun gradually set in the west, the automobile city finally quieted down.

"How many small cars were sold in total today?"

"Hahaha, General Manager Li, take a look for yourself; even I can't believe it."

Li Huaide took the data report and looked at it, his pupils shrinking sharply; the 800-plus vehicles in the automobile city itself were actually not enough, and over 50 vehicles had been urgently transferred from the outside warehouse—did that not mean they had almost broken a thousand?

"Hahaha, good, good."

Li Huaide laughed heartily; even if not a single car were sold later and he withdrew from the market right then, he would still have a net worth of nearly ten million.

"The old rule: let's take this opportunity to donate another batch of motorcycles; after all, the street Public Security put in a lot of effort today."

"Right, right, right."

The three of them discussed it again and finally decided to donate 200 Bicycles, 100 motorcycles, and two small cars to the local Sub-bureau; and donate 10 Bicycles and five motorcycles to the street office.

"With this, we are likely all going to be the next batch of outstanding young entrepreneurs in the city."

"Hahaha, Jiancheng, you can just take this one; Li Ge and I will go back to Sijiucheng to receive our own."

Zhang Ping'an's movements here certainly could not be hidden from Sijiucheng; after consulting with Li Huaide, he also planned to go back and donate another batch.

Money can never be fully earned, but goodwill is not always available, and this was also a contribution to the country.

As for the low profile Li Baoguo mentioned, it was impossible at least for now; with such a large transaction volume, it couldn't be hidden even if they wanted to, so it was better to be generous and open.

In the evening, the 800-plus vehicles in the temporary warehouse were all delivered to the automobile city; fortunately, the vehicle delivery fleet from Sijiucheng had already set off the day before yesterday and should arrive tomorrow, which would allow for timely replenishment.

The next day, Zhang Ping'an woke up in the automobile city, stretched his muscles and bones, ate a simple breakfast, and returned to the office to look down; it was still a sea of people.

There was still a tough battle to fight today, but from tomorrow on, it would be the same as the Sijiucheng Automobile City, with only a few hundred cars sold every day.

Time quickly arrived at night, and as expected, the exhibition hall was cleared out again.

"It's fine, the train station contacted me this afternoon; our cars have arrived, and the ones sent by land have already been placed in the temporary warehouse; it will be filled up here tonight."

"Jiancheng, control the volume tomorrow; after all, it takes about three days for every shipment from Sijiucheng to get here. Don't sell them all at once, otherwise, it will be empty tomorrow or the day after, and our popularity will be gone."

"Plan the number to be sold each day based on the existing number of cars and the delivery time."

"Alright, Brother Zhang, it's fortunate you reminded me; I was really planning to sell them all tomorrow."

"Hehe, Jiancheng, I had that same thought at the time, but since the factory is in Sijiucheng, it's convenient for us to pick up cars, so we didn't have that concern; Ping'an's reminder was indeed timely."

"Actually, this is not necessarily a bad sales tactic; I call it Hunger Marketing..."

Zhang Ping'an explained it simply again; anyway, since no one had proposed it before, Zhang Ping'an unceremoniously claimed it as his own.

After hearing this, Li Huaide and the other man's eyes lit up; once one understands, one understands everything—future sales could all be done this way.

"High, truly high."

"Brother Zhang, you are simply a genius."

"Hehe, if you read more books, you will know too."

The next afternoon, Zhang Ping'an returned to Sijiucheng and went to check on Lu Cuisine Garden; perhaps because it was the New Year's Day holiday, the hall here was full.

"Huairu, how is business these past few days?"

"Uncle, it's good; it's packed almost every day. I see Uncle He's spatula is about to smoke from all the swinging."

"..."

Although Qin Huairu was exaggerating a bit, it was enough to prove that it had indeed been very busy these past few days, and Zhang Ping'an was a little worried about whether He Daqing's body could handle it.

In the back kitchen, as soon as Zhang Ping'an arrived, he felt the heat rushing toward him; He Daqing was free now and was resting with his fish-eye eyes slightly narrowed.

Zhang Ping'an flicked his finger, and a drop of Space Water fell into He Daqing's Tea Mug; He Daqing was his living signboard, so he couldn't let him get worn out.

When He Daqing was young, Zhang Ping'an had once given him Space Water to drink; he figured this drop should be absorbed very quickly.

Zhang Ping'an dripped two more drops into the water vat and greeted Cai Quanwu and the others before leaving.

It was past seven o'clock when he returned home, and everyone was still in the main room watching television.

"Brother Ping'an, when did you get back?"

"I got back after five o'clock and went to check on Lu Cuisine Garden again."

"Dad."

"Big Brother."

"Uncle."

"Mm."

"Weidong, when are you planning to marry Xiaoguan? You aren't young anymore; strictly speaking, you are already twenty-five, and Xiaoguan is twenty-one, right?"

"Right, right, right, Weidong, you really should get married."

Zhang Laohan had wanted to say this for a long time, but as a grandfather, he hadn't directly urged him; now that his son was urging him, he hurriedly echoed the sentiment.

"I'll discuss it with Xiaoguan first; it mainly depends on waiting for, uh, my mother to come back."

"Mm... alright, you discuss it with Xiaoguan first, and I will also talk to your mother."

"Mm, alright."

Zhang Ping'an thought about it; he really should buy a larger Siheyuan, at least enough to accommodate the three women from Xiangjiang and the children.

The next day, Zhang Ping'an found Master Lei and got straight to the point.

"Master Lei, your trade should have information on property sales, right?"

"A little, General Manager Zhang. What kind are you looking to buy?"

"A three-courtyard or four-courtyard house, preferably near Shichahai."

"What a coincidence, there really is a four-courtyard one, though it's a bit dilapidated from age. The owner is preparing to go abroad and is in a rush to sell; if it's in US dollars, he can go even cheaper."

"Oh? How much?"

"Thirty thousand Renminbi, or twenty thousand if in US dollars."

"A four-courtyard house is that cheap? It wouldn't be just the land left, would it? Besides, US dollars shouldn't be calculated at the official exchange rate."

Currently, the official exchange rate is one US dollar to one point five in paper currency, while the Black Market is around two point two or three.

"Ahem, it's not that bad. I've been to see it; about half the house has collapsed," Master Lei said with an awkward laugh.

Damn, no wonder it's so cheap; this is basically the same as rebuilding it. But this is also fine; the electrical wires won't need to be run openly, and more modern equipment can be installed.