Zhao Daxing was sitting in the car with a grimace and an unhappy look on his face. He felt like the cooked duck had flown away.
No matter in any aspect, he could not defeat Anton Machinery Factory.
It was a completely wrong decision to come here to borrow integrated circuits today!
Especially with Xiao Cheng!
"You can't do it without me," Cheng Hui said.
Zhao Daxing...
"Then there is no other way? Do we have to give up this foreign exchange?"
Cheng Hui smiled slightly: "Who said that? No one can take away my things. Oh, no, this oven is not mine, it belongs to the machinery factory."
Zhao Daxing immediately said: "Only write your name as the inventor! When the foreign exchange is sold, I will give you a bonus! Give you a house! I will build you another house! I don't want your money!"
Cheng Hui smiled and said: "As for the inventor, it's OK to write about my brother. I don't want the house, nor does our factory. It's enough. It's not good to take too much. I just need to give me more bonuses." "
She should have some money in her hands!
Now all the money spent by the food factory is public money. Buying a few clothes can be said to be necessary for work. When the time comes, buying diapers for children can also be said to be necessary for work?
Oh, diapers, should she find a paper factory and open a production line?
She is pregnant now, and her aunt is not here. When her aunt comes and there is nothing available, she dare not go out in those days!
Write this down and put it on your agenda.
Cheng Hui's thoughts were divergent, and Zhao Daxing nodded repeatedly: "Don't worry, I will apply for the maximum bonus for you. I won't even take my share. I'll give it to you!"
Cheng Hui smiled and didn't refuse. We'll see when the time comes. It's too early to say anything now.
After returning to the machinery factory and entering the office, Zhao Daxing immediately asked mysteriously: "Is there any defect in this oven? Did you leave it alone just now?"
Otherwise, why are you so sure that Anton's people can't take it away?
"No." Cheng Hui said: "The other party is also an expert. If the design is unreasonable, they will see it and modify it."
Zhao Daxing... So was he excited again just now?
Cheng Hui picked up the phone on Zhao Daxing's desk and called Song Xilai.
Song Xilai was sitting in the office with a long face and sulking.
He went to check on Zhang Liang early in the morning and pulled Zhang Liang over to look at the enamel basins in their factory.
It turned out that the old boy didn’t like it!
They said that even if they use a machine to produce the enamel basins, they are no better than the other selected enamel basins, which are also produced by machines.
Even if it is not, I will choose the outlet that is flawless!
The enamel basins from their factory are no better than others in terms of craftsmanship, pattern, and appearance.
There is no place for him at the Canton Fair booth.
So angry!
I thought I was about to turn over!
I thought I could earn foreign exchange!
He was so excited that he didn't sleep all night!
"Hey, who is it?" Song Xilai asked impatiently.
"Oh, Xiao Cheng." Song Xilai forced a smile.
"Uncle, I have a big job, do you want to do it?" Cheng Hui said.
"What big job?" Song Xilai asked half-deadly.
"Earn foreign exchange." Cheng Hui said.
Song Xilai suddenly became energetic!
The next second he collapsed again: "I just asked that old boy Zhang Liang, he is too discerning to take a fancy to our factory's products."
"Your factory's products really have no advantages. It's normal for him to look down on them." Cheng Hui said.
Song Xilai... I'm so heartbroken!
"I can improve your products and processes so that you can make products that can be exported." Cheng Hui said.
Song Xilai suddenly jumped up from the chair and screamed: "Where are you? I'll be there right away!"
"The Seventh Machinery Factory." Cheng Hui said.
"Snapped"! Song Xilai hung up the phone and rushed out.
Zhao Daxing looked confused. He had promised to make a machine, but why did he make an enamel basin again? What should he do?
Cheng Hui knocked on the bare oven shell: "What do you think of this shell made of enamel?"
Zhao Daxing thought about the big peonies on the spittoon and put them in the oven, then his face trembled and he said, "It doesn't look good."
Cheng Hui laughed loudly: "It does not look good when made with the current technology of the enamel factory, but I don't want to improve it."
Although the enamel basins of later generations are also called enamel basins, neither the pattern nor the glaze is the same thing as now.
The enamel basins of later generations looked just like porcelain, but more advanced.
Foreigners like Chinese porcelain the most.
Song Xilai came by car.
He has a driver, but he doesn't use it, he just likes to drive himself.
Rushing into Zhao Daxing's office, Song Xilai asked breathlessly: "Tell me, how to change it? I will listen to you!"
"Eat and talk while eating." Cheng Hui said.
Song Xilai could only suppress it and join them for lunch.
After dinner, Cheng Hui and Song Xilai went to the glaze workshop of the enamel factory.
Patterns and patterns are a trivial matter, and the glaze needs to be adjusted first.
However, Song Xilai's material library was missing a few materials.
Cheng Hui asked him to buy it immediately and buy more.
Song Xilai watched her skillfully identify each glaze, and she was even more certain in her heart that the formula she saw in the notebook was Xiao Qihui's formula.
Otherwise, she would not be able to recognize these professional materials at all.
.......
As soon as Cheng Hui and Zhao Daxing left, Yang Yue turned around and asked someone to copy an electric oven.
Cheng Hui seemed to be in a hurry when he left. He didn't even take away the drawings. They had the drawings and made them quickly.
The electrical appliance workshop also sent the integrated circuit copied by Sun Gong.
Tried it, still successful.
Everyone is excited!
Sun Gong pushed up his glasses but was confused: "How did she do it? Did she only read the relevant knowledge in textbooks? Did she not try it once? Can she make a finished product? Who is her teacher?"
"Her brother, right? I heard that he is an engineer from the Beijing Mechanical Design Institute. He is currently studying aircraft next to Pan Lijun." Yang Yue said.
Since they discovered that what Cheng Hui said was feasible, Pan Lijun and Xu Zheng kept the news secret. Only when it was leaked a little at the beginning, people in their circle knew about it.
The focus is also on Cheng Rui.
After all, it’s obvious who is more trustworthy, a professional engineer or a pregnant woman who graduated from high school.
Sun Gong pushed up his glasses, still confused. He knew very well the difference between theoretical knowledge and practical operation. Can anyone really ignore this obstacle?
That can only be, genius.
Yang Yue has no time to dwell on this now. His focus is still on the oven and foreign exchange.
"Quick, quick, follow what the engineer said and deal with the details. This big iron sheet is too ugly. Paint it!" he shouted.
The worker brought the paint bucket over and asked him what color to paint.
He went back and forth to choose black, and it did look better after painting.
Even the smell makes it impossible to get close.
"Just let it dry for a few days and it'll be fine," he said.
Is there any paint that is odorless?
The workshop director came over and asked cautiously: "When the time comes, whose name will the designer write?"
Yang Yue glanced at him: "Of course it's about Cheng Hui, or about you? Are you worthy?"
The workshop director shut up angrily.
Yang Yue called his secretary again: "We can't take other people's things for nothing. Her food factory seems to have made roast duck again? Go ahead and order 10,000 ducks as employee benefits."
