Li Wenjun said calmly: "It's not that we don't need money, but we can't take this money so casually."
"Do you have any other conditions? Li Wenjun, don't go too far."
"Don't be afraid, Director Zhou..."
It was obviously meant to appease him, but Zhou Liguo felt it was an insult.
A twenty-year-old boy told his dignified office director not to be afraid.
The key is that he is a little scared...
This kid really saw through him, which made him even more scared.
Li Wenjun said: "I just want to sign a contract with you. You will rent it with me in a private name and not in the public account. Please trouble two deputy directors to be the certifiers."
In this case, any problem would be between him and Zhou Liguo. There is no taking advantage of the public.
Zhou Liguo hesitated for a moment, and after much calculation, he seemed to have no other choice but to look serious and calm: "Of course it's better to have a contract. I also work for the public."
The two deputy directors were a little unhappy when they heard that they were asked to serve as witnesses. But Zhou Liguo had already gritted his teeth and agreed, so they could only wait.
Zhou Liguo called the secretary in.
Li Wenjun smiled at the secretary: "I asked you to write it. Please help me make a contract in duplicate."
Li Wenjun dictated a standard lease contract.
Zhou Liguo and the two deputy directors were stunned for a while.
There are many professional terms here that they have never heard of. Where did this kid learn them?
Li Wenjun read: If someone damages it, each walkie-talkie will be compensated 1,000 yuan.
Zhou Liguo kept questioning and said, "Hey, hey, stop it. Why should you pay so much?"
Li Wenjun smiled: "Isn't this just in case? It's like buying insurance. Besides, you won't go out of your way to damage it. You are still counting on using it to arrange the anniversary."
Zhou Liguo couldn't say that he wanted to destroy it, so he could only nod.
When the secretary types up the contract, the four people sign and fingerprint it.
The contract was passed to Zhou Liguo. When his fingerprints were pressed, Zhou Liguo's hands couldn't help shaking and he felt extremely uncomfortable.
This action of pressing fingerprints is so similar to the feeling of signing a contract of prostitution in the old society.
But there are no flaws in the contract.
Now I can only bite the bullet and sign.
Zhou Liguo asked Finance to bring money.
Li Wenjun collected the money and the contract before putting back the two components that had been removed in advance.
He walked to the door with one in his hand, pressed the button, and said, "Try it out."
Zhou Liguo returned inside: "Received."
Li Wenjun went in, put down the other one, and nodded to the three directors: "Then I will leave first. If there is any problem with this walkie-talkie, all leaders can come to me."
He walked out of the office, shook the brand new and neat ten unity cards in his hand, and felt a little proud and excited in his heart.
Once you get the first pot of gold, it’s not that difficult.
How could this group of people outplay him, a man who had been among various profiteers and had been a profiteer himself for more than thirty years?
After dictating the contract just now, the secretary admired Li Wenjun very much. Seeing Li Wenjun coming out, she greeted with a smile: "Comrade Wenjun, are you leaving?"
Li Wenjun smiled at the secretary: "Thank you for your hard work today. However, I may still come. You can keep this contract manuscript for printing next time."
The secretary asked curiously: "Ah, why."
Li Wenjun smiled, waved his hand and left without answering.
The deputy director just said that 4 to 6 walkie-talkies are enough, but Zhou Liguo is only willing to rent two. He must be thinking of using Li Wenjun's walkie-talkie to find someone to make a few of them.
It's a pity that he also prepared Zhou Liguo to play this trick. The reason why he is not afraid is because there are several key components inside that he made in-house and are not yet available on the market.
When doing business, of course you have to keep life-threatening business secrets in your own hands, otherwise how can you continue to play?
Besides, he was planning to apply for a patent, so how could it be copied so easily?
Li Wenjun looked up at the sky and smiled.
But then again. This secretary is nimble, typing fast and accurate, and quite clever. If he opens a company in the future, he must invite her.
Gu Zhanyan has class in the first period in the morning.
After standing for a whole class, she returned to the office. Her back was sore and her mouth was dry. After sitting down, she quietly rubbed her legs under the table and drank water.
Director He from the high school department suddenly came in and asked, "Is Teacher Gu here?"
It took Gu Zhanyan a long time to realize that he was being called, and he stood up quickly: "I'm here, Director."
Director He said with a smile: "Go back and ask your lover, Comrade Li Wenjun, when he will be free to come back and teach the junior students about cutting-edge technologies such as electrical engineering and communication engineering."
Gu Zhanyan was a little confused.
Li Wenjun didn't even finish his first year of high school, so how could he teach others about electrical engineering? Communication engineering can only be studied in colleges and universities above.
"He...may not be able to explain clearly." Gu Zhanyan said more tactfully. Regardless of her relationship with Li Wenjun, Li Wenjun is her husband. In front of others, she must maintain his dignity.
Director He waved his hand: "Don't be afraid, tell him to speak as plainly as possible so that the children can understand."
Gu Zhanyan couldn't laugh or cry. What she meant was not that others couldn't understand it, but that Li Wenjun didn't know how to speak it at all.
"You think too highly of him."
Director He smiled: "You are being humble. Wenjun can make a walkie-talkie by himself. There are not many such talents in the country."
"Walkie-talkie?"
"Oh, you don't know, but this matter has spread all over the mining area. He brought a homemade handheld wireless walkie-talkie last night, which greatly shortened the time for everyone to blindly search for the child."
Gu Zhanyan took a breath. Of course she knew what a walkie-talkie was, but this was the first time she heard that someone could make a handheld wireless walkie-talkie by hand.
In 1962, Meili Guocai developed the first 33-ounce handheld wireless walkie-talkie. There are many domestic research institutions currently working on it, but none of them have made any breakthroughs yet.
Li Wenjun is no longer a question of whether he is smart or not, but a complete genius.
Director He said to himself: "Comrade Li Wenjun has always been very smart, but he has become self-taught so quickly, which really impresses me."
Director He left, and Gu Zhanyan was still sitting there in a daze.
When did her useless husband become a decathlete? Even if she wanted to ignore it, people kept telling her to remind her of this every day.
Forget about calligraphy, first aid, etc., I can barely say that I learned them in high school. But making a walkie-talkie...
Several teachers who were taking a break in the office came over to chat.
"Teacher Gu, I can't tell that your lover is so capable."
"Teacher Gu is good at English and has a high degree of education. He must have helped Comrade Li Wenjun check a lot of foreign literature. With guidance on the side, Comrade Li Wenjun can make such cutting-edge technology equipment."
"Comrade Li Wenjun is really handsome and smart, unlike my guy who only has brute strength and only knows how to dig."
"That's right, Teacher Gu is so lucky."
Listening to these sincere and false compliments, Gu Zhanyan lowered his eyes, with an almost invisible sneer on his lips: "Everyone praises me and Commander Jun too much. We are all ordinary workers."
Don't they usually say this about her behind her back? No matter how good-looking she is, what about the capitalist eldest lady? Isn’t it still the same as crawling onto the worker’s bed, sharpening her head and squeezing into school to teach the workers’ children?
