Early the next morning, Meng Qinghao called Kuchma early and invited him to have dinner with him.
Kuchma hesitated when he received the call.
For UKR, which is fully aligned with the West, this kind of banquet outside of normal business etiquette should obviously not be accepted, but the problem is that Meng Qinghao is too generous.
Every dinner must be at the highest-end restaurant, with the highest-end drinks, and with the highest-end souvenirs. If he brings a female companion, he will even give her a special gift.
Take last week's dinner as an example. Meng Qinghao gave Kuchma's wife a jade bracelet specially brought from China. The unprecedented clear, pure but rich light blue completely conquered his heart. Madam, even though she knew that the other party had a business relationship with her husband, she still kept praising the bracelet, Meng Qinghao, and the Chinese people at the dinner table.
After eating the meal, Kuchma himself was even a little shaken.
Are Chinese people really that good?
Then why, instead of cooperating with them, do we want to cooperate with the Americans?
In addition, the cooperation between Motorsic and Dongqi Motor has not yet begun, but the other party is willing to invest so much cost on itself. It must be said that they are indeed a group of generous businessmen.
And cooperation with more generous people is always a pleasure.
Thinking of this, Kuchma sighed and thought to himself:
Just think of it as an ordinary dinner between friends. The outcome of this plan has already been decided anyway, so you don't need to bear too much of a burden.
If you really want to blame, just blame the Americans.
So, after the day's work, Kuchma arrived at the restaurant Meng Qinghao mentioned on time.
He announced his name, and the polite doorman standing at the door immediately welcomed him into a private space at the back of the restaurant.
Later, the waiter who replaced the doorman brought him comfortable slippers, vodka diluted with syrup, and three hot towels with different uses.
Everything is done according to Kuchma's favorite way - this is obviously a top restaurant that many people will never be able to step into in their lifetime, but it is decorated like his own home.
This feeling of having power and resources fascinates him.
He wiped his hands and face, put on his slippers, drank the sweet vodka in one gulp, and then sat down on the sofa, quietly waiting for the arrival of his friend, Meng Qinghao.
However, what puzzled him was that his friend, who was never late, was actually late this time.
Not only was he late, but even after he took the initiative to call him, the other party actually hung up.
what happened?
Kuchma frowned. Of course, he was not worried that he would not be able to pay his bills because of the other party's failure. After all, he was considered a high-income group in this city, and occasional consumption was not a pressure.
However, the other party's indifferent attitude made him a little unhappy.
Hang up the phone?
Maybe there is something urgent, but at least we should inform you in advance.
With such a mood, Kuchma waited for half an hour before Meng Qinghao finally arrived.
His head and face were covered with sweat. As soon as he entered the room, he quickly said to Kuchma apologetically:
"Mr. Kuchma, my friend."
"I'm so sorry. I was temporarily scheduled for an important meeting, and it was too late when it ended."
"I didn't get your call because there was a blackout at this meeting - you know, in our industry, this kind of thing is not uncommon."
Hearing his words, Kuchma nodded slightly and said with relief:
"I understand, we do this sometimes."
"But you don't have to be in such a hurry. Give me a call when you're done. I don't mind waiting a little longer."
Meng Qinghao put on an extremely sincere expression and replied:
"I know you will wait for me even if I don't call - this is probably a little tacit understanding between us."
"Hahahahaha indeed."
The two chatted for a few more words, and Meng Qinghao finally sat down. While he asked the waiter to start preparing the menu according to the pre-ordered menu, he complained to Kuchma:
"I don't know about your company, but I've really had enough of our company's system."
"You know, I am obviously a business person, but they insisted on letting me participate in technical seminars. They said it was to help us improve ourselves and be more conducive to our work."
"But in fact, this is just formalism. I basically didn't listen to a word of the four-hour seminar - it was all mathematical formulas!"
"Kuchma, can you understand this feeling?"
Kuchma smiled, shook his head and replied:
"I'm afraid I can't understand it. I started out as a basic technician, so I don't know most of the technologies."
"I can't say it's not difficult, but I can at least understand what they are discussing."
Hearing this, Meng Qinghao had a look of envy on his face. He shook his head slightly and said:
"I really envy you. I didn't have such good conditions before, so I didn't receive much education."
"The knowledge about the business we are talking about is actually learned slowly after working."
"So, what I know is pretty basic and maybe you should go to this meeting."
Kuchma sneered and said:
"Stop saying such silly things. If you have an information control meeting, it must be an important technical meeting."
"Before our cooperation has been reached, it is best for us not to have any technical exchanges. This is both against the rules and risks leaking confidentiality."
"Of course, of course."
Meng Qinghao answered quickly.
At this moment, the appetizers were brought to the table one by one, and the two of them ignored this seemingly sensitive topic and instead talked about the bad weather, vodka, women, and flesh-colored stockings.
On this Friday night, the two of them were soon tipsy.
Meng Qinghao took advantage of his drunkenness and kept telling Kuchma about the difficulty of work.
"Kuchma, really, I really need this cooperation, not for some lofty goal, but for myself."
"If I can't win you over, then my entire year's bonus will be wasted. When I go back, I won't have the face to face my wife."
"Don't look at me, I usually look great when I go out with you, but that's all the company's money."
"Compared to these luxurious dinners, I would rather have a house where I can settle down."
“What a fucking boss, what a fucking life.”
Kuchma nodded empathetically. In fact, his experience was very similar to Meng Qinghao's.
As a high-ranking business representative and one who is proficient in technology, he has never felt a trace of respect.
In Madasic, only those "direct blood relatives" truly enjoy rights.
No matter how hard you try, you will always be blocked by the invisible ceiling.
Family, friends, and colleagues all think he is very handsome, but in reality?
Probably the same as the man in front of me.
Thinking of this, Kuchma raised his glass again.
On this day, both of them were very drunk.
In a daze, Kuchma remembered that it was Meng Qinghao who sent him home.
The other party seemed to have drunk too much. In the taxi, he kept mumbling something like "I don't understand those mathematical terms at all", "What a bullshit model, why should I learn it, why should I take the exam", "Kuch Ma, do you know what flow thermoset property prediction is?”, “I really want to slap those stupid teachers, I don’t understand them at all.”
Are you complaining about the so-called technical seminar he mentioned before?
Discussion on thermosetting properties?
It does sound quite professional, probably related to turbine blades.
No wonder Meng Qinghao couldn't stand listening.
As a business person, it would be good if you understand this kind of thing, but even if you don't understand it, it won't have any impact.
Kuchma felt dizzy in his head, but at the last second before falling asleep, a word suddenly flashed through his mind and lingered for a long time.
Turbine blade flow thermoset properties. Prediction? ?
(End of chapter)
