Chicago 1990

After the representatives of consortiums other than Northern Trust received 30 million real gold and silver, their attitude towards Song Ya was much better, "Don't snooze boy, the chemical industry is not that simple."

"I will leave this to professionals, please rest assured."

Song Ya is now the master here. He stood at the door, shook hands with the people of the consortium one by one, and sent them away.

"Please continue to maintain production order. The military needs your company to continuously provide products that meet the quality standards."

The white school officer put on his military cap and was about to shake hands and leave, "Please wait, Heinrich...Lieutenant Colonel." Song Ya hurriedly stopped him, "Please sit down first."

"This year's Barn Fluorescent Agent Factory is expected to lose 2.7 million dollars. Can the military appropriately increase the purchase price..."

The best way to reverse the loss is, whether it can be achieved or not, Song Ya always mentions it.

"No."

The other party relentlessly refused, "At the beginning, you won the bid for a ten-year contract. Four years have passed, and there is no room for discussion on the price. Moreover, the competing products on the market are starting to catch up. Your company will be the next contract. If you want to get it, I'm afraid you have to lower the price."

"So..."

Song Yahe glanced at the new general manager of Baen Chemical, and the other party gave him a helpless smile.

"What about this one?"

Song Ya motioned to Samuel to hand the other party a document, which was a security contract signed by an affiliated company designated by the military and the Barn Fluorescent Agent Factory. "A half million dollars a year, we...no, I cannot afford it in the future. of."

"This is also necessary. We must ensure the security of confidential technologies. After your company won the bid, the military once paid part of the research and development expenses, and the military also has ownership of those technologies." The other party refused again.

"But didn’t you just say that the competing products on the market are gradually catching up? There is no longer a need for strict confidentiality as before, right? How about just a reduction? I plan to provide a new security of about $250,000. Contract to meet the minimum standards set by the military..."

Song Ya refused to give up, "I have to do everything I can to turn this factory back into profit, otherwise I will not rule out closing it down at that time."

"Sorry, this is out of my purview."

The other party stood up again, "But I have no opinion in principle, you can talk to someone from the security company."

"Ok, thanks."

Song Ya immediately asked the general manager to call the boss of the security company, "Tell them this is a notice." He asked the general manager to bluff.

"New boss, new weather?"

These security companies have full hands and eyes, and sometimes they send mercenaries to help the military do dirty work that is not suitable for the military. However, the other party also knows the dilemma of Baen Chemicals now and has not done any major struggles, "Then I will be stationed in the past. Of the security staff withdrew half."

Song Ya was so happy, he directly agreed.

Saving two hundred and fifty thousand per year is far from enough. After the knife went down, the executives of the fluorescent agent factory, including the general manager, looked at Song Ya eagerly, for fear of being chopped on him.

"You are safe for the time being."

Song Ya flipped through the employee roster and gave them reassurance. This company has only nearly 50 employees, and less than half of the blue-collar workers are actually on the front line of production. Others, including the management, are high-educated scientific research engineers in chemical engineering. Moreover, it is Old Barn, a knowledgeable person in the industry who has streamlined the configuration after layoffs, and there should be no room for further layoffs.

"We also have to hire some engineers from Barn Chemicals. The contract signed by Barn and the Chinese company includes expatriates who provide after-sales equipment and guide the construction of the new factory."

Song Ya took out another document, "There are already five engineers in China, and I probably have to hire about ten more."

"These are all high-end talents in the large chemical industry. Rehiring and expatriation allowances are not a small expenditure. Many engineers who have been laid off have already started new jobs..."

The new general manager said embarrassingly.

"Are there any retired people who built the factory? They must be willing to come back to do this job, right?"

Song Ya had known the situation beforehand, and he gave him a thick roster of former Barn Chemical employees, "You can contact those old men. I will reduce the security cost by $250,000 per year to prepare to spend on it. Yes. In addition, the renovation of the factory's appearance requested by Edward also needs to find a construction contractor to complete it on schedule."

"Ok, no problem."

Briefly communicated with the urgent matters, and chatted with the executives. Song Ya felt that these people's thinking is biased towards science and technology, thinking that as long as better products are developed, everything will be fine. He is temporarily satisfied, at least at this stage. He does not need a particularly cunning professional manager to appear in this factory.

"Then would you please visit our factory?"

The general manager suggested.

"Ok."

Song Ya followed them and started the tour. The group first came to the computer room. The UNIX workstation system was used here. The equipment provider was SUN. The data was stored on small tapes similar to record cassettes.

"There is no danger of hacking? Just like the first National Bank of Chicago encountered."

The movies that Song Yana watched are now on sale.

"No, our internal network is physically isolated from the outside world." A technician explained.

"that's OK."

Song Ya didn't know how to pretend, and nodded, wandered around with his hands behind his back, and then went out.

There are people from the security company standing guard here. They are dressed in uniforms. Because they don't rely on the fluorescent agent factory to pay their wages, they have a very bad attitude. They are like thieves to everyone. Samuel and others are blocked outside the door.

The group left the office building again and walked into the small factory opposite, "Do a good job of fire prevention." Song Ya went to the warehouse to check the original Baen Chemical's various documents and chemical materials that had been piled up by porters before leaving. Entering the production plant, front-line workers are orderly busy in front of the equipment.

This company has two products, one is the fluorescent agent raw material for the military, the white solid, which is put into standard storage tanks after coming off the production line, and then the workers use forklifts to transport them into a small confidential warehouse for timely supply goods.

There is also a fluorescent agent for civilian use with very low sales. "Our products are non-toxic, tasteless, non-flammable and non-radioactive, very safe, and emit cold light..."

The general manager asked the workers to open a storage tank, which contained some slightly yellowish paint-like viscous fluid. "Look." He stretched out his index finger and touched it, then put it in another chemical substance and stirred it.

"Isn't it interesting?" The finger he took out had already begun to emit green light, "Would you like to try?" To prove that it is not poisonous, he made a few strokes on his face, "Turn off the light and look. "

"No more."

Song Ya leaned back a little disgusted by the green light in the dark. He didn't believe a word of the other party's words. In the past, there were American toy dealers selling radioactive materials into science and education toys to children, and there was also radioactive exposure that is known to be cosmetic. At that time, the propaganda was also non-toxic and harmless and beneficial to the body and mind.

"So in what direction is this thing roughly used?" he asked.

"Emergency lighting, but the maintenance time of this product is very short, less than half an hour. We are working **** research and development, and I believe there will be improvements."

The general manager took the cup handed over by the worker while cleaning it and said: "So it can't compete with similar products that add harmful substances."

"Cut down this product line?" Song Ya feels useless. People's emergency lighting is originally for emergency use, and light-emitting substances are harmful if they are harmful, and no one will stupidly touch it with their skin.

"That will also affect the military's supply. This is considered a by-product and is determined by the chain of chemical reactions."

The general manager dismissed his thoughts, "That's it for now."

Leaving the factory, he returned to A+ Records, "What's wrong?" He saw everyone talking around the TV.

"APLUS, it just so happens that we are all watching MJ's Dangerous Journey Bucharest concert, together?"

Yeremov greeted him.

"The one that HBO bought for more than ten million pounds?"

Song Ya walked to the front of the crowd. On the sofa, Fergie and Amy Adams were cuddling together and eating popcorn. He sat down between the two women, spreading his arms around the left and right.

"Open your mouth." Amy Adams feeds him popcorn.

Everyone else in the company assumes they haven't seen this scene.

"MJ's fans are crazy..." Fergie looked at the concert scene on the screen enviously. Fans squeezed into a faint were constantly being lifted out. MJ was standing motionless on the stage. Eastern European fans no matter what. Men and women, all watched him scream frantically, tears in their eyes.

"What is he doing?" Song Ya asked. UU reading www.uukanshu.cóm

"He doesn't need to move or say a word, the stage effect will surpass all other singers." Yeremov replied.

Song Ya looked at Fergie and Amy, who were watching MJ Fan's idiots on the TV intently and admiringly, and felt a little acidic in her heart. "

"What is hypoxia?"

Yeremov replied: "His fans are willing to die for him. I heard that in the first few concerts, some fans suffered from heart attack on the spot."

"HBO's broadcast ratings have exceeded 20%!" An employee reported loudly from behind.

"Wow, HBO is a cable station. No one except MJ can help them achieve this kind of unbelievable ratings." Yeremov sighed.

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