Rebirth of the God-level Xueba

"You can go in now.-..-" Tian Shichang took off his mask and took a deep breath outside the factory.

Working in a bio-factory, the salary is high, the environment is good, and even the toilets are cleaner than the ones outside, but it is strictly necessary to wear masks, which makes people feel aggrieved. In the past, when working for two hours, Tian Shichang and others could come out to take a breath and take a break. This time, working all day and night really suffocates people.

It was Yang Rui's request, and he personally organized and trained them! The workers in WestJet's factory work day and night.

Leaders like Zheng Jianming are apparently sent by the Westburg Meat Factory, but their prestige in the Westjet factory is not very good. If it weren't for the fact that many workers still maintain the establishment of the Xibao "Meat" Joint Factory, Zheng Jianming would have no sense of existence at all.

However, what Zheng Jianming wants at this time is not the presence of the Westjet factory, but what he needs is a position in the "meat" factory in Westburg.

Seeing the "door" and "hole" of the WestJet factory open, Zheng Jianming immediately said politely: "Mr. Radell, Mr. Merck, let's go in. I'm really sorry to keep you waiting for such a long time. If When I was at the helm, there was no way this kind of thing could happen..."

Zheng Jianming didn't understand English, so he asked a translator to tell a few British people that he had passed a few packs of cigarettes before, and he had finished the translation, and the latter repeated his words without much discount.

The British who came here on a special trip are all engaged in technology, and they are not very used to Zheng Jianming's hospitality, that is, Radell, the leader, smiled and said: "Let's take a look at the factory first.

A group of British people were in the front, and Zheng Jianming was in the back, wandering around the factory full of pipelines like visiting an amusement park.

The British look at the equipment parameters, while Zheng Jianming looks at the people. The equipment parameters have been re-corrected, and it is impossible to see the "flaws".

After watching for a while, the British began to argue in English.

Zheng Jianming asked the translator in a low voice, "What are you talking about?"

"Technical questions, what should be the temperature, what should be the concentration." The translator also took a lot of trouble to listen, and gave a rough answer.

Zheng Jianming didn't care about these things, he thought for a while, and said, "Ask, what did they say about Yang Rui. Yang Rui closed the 'door' and didn't let them in. He waited for a day. The British have no temper? "

The interpreter smiled wryly, and said, "Mr. Zheng, I'm an interpreter, so why ask these questions.

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Taking advantage of his unpreparedness, Zheng Jianming secretly stuffed a red envelope for the interpreter, saying, "Then let me tell you, you will be the interpreter."

The translator pinched the thickness of the red envelope, and felt comfortable all of a sudden.

Zheng Jianming's heart bleeds. What he gave was a month's salary, but it would be impossible not to. He scolded the two ghosts in his heart, and said, "You just say, I think Yang Rui's actions are very inappropriate. Let me introduce myself again, and I must explain it separately from the Xibao 'meat' joint punishment of the Westjet factory."

The translation complied.

Zheng Jianming looked at him and said a series of babbles, and the British only replied a few words, and couldn't help feeling cold, and asked: "What did they say?"

"Of course Radell and the others are not happy, but they don't care about these things." The translator accepted the red envelope and said attentively: "They are technicians, just like our domestic engineers, they only care about technology and don't care about other things. "

"Engineers also have the right to speak, so engineers lose their temper?"

"Having a temper is also being idle. Foreigners are very clearly distinguished."

Zheng Jianming asked a few more helplessly: "What about Frankie? Where did Frankie go?"

"Mr. Franky seems to have gone to the office just now."

"Let's go to the office."

"I'm an interpreter for Radell, so I can't go with you."

"This..." Zheng Jianming wanted to say give me back the money, but he held back.

The interpreter was also a little embarrassed, thought for a while and said, "Wait a while, when Frankie comes down, I will help you translate."

"That's the only way. I'll chat with these guys again." Zheng Jianming thought that if he was idle, he would be idle, so he might as well try to find out.

It's a pity that Radell and others care more about the equipment than Zheng Jianming. He just wants to sow discord, and he has no time to deal with it.

"These people are real. They were blocked at the door for a day and a night, and they are so patient. You are all good gentlemen." Zheng Jianming was depressed for a while, so he had to complain to the translator.

The translator took the money and had to listen to his complaints.

After a while, I heard that more people had opened the 'door'. The factory manager and others rushed over one after another. Zheng Jianming complained to other people. They were all about Yang Rui and Jielikang. disagree.

What he said was well-founded. Although there was no evidence of discord, many people agreed with him.

And Zheng Jianming's inference, needless to say, was immediately thought of.

Yang Rui offended Jie Likang, and Duan Hua's position was about to be unstable.

Unexpectedly, several leaders looked at Duan Hua in the wrong way.

This kind of reaction is what Zheng Jianming thinks is a normal reaction.

He finally felt better, looked at Radell and others from a distance, and thought: We Chinese understand the truth, these foreigners Yu Jian are stupid, they have been bullied to the face, and they are still looking at the equipment with a smile ,Look at the fart equipment, I lost face, can I make up for it after looking at the equipment?

After thinking about it, Zheng Jianming thought to himself: People who engage in technology are all fools, and Yang Rui is also a fool. What kind of technology can be useful in a ready-made factory, but he fell out with foreigners because of a bunch of parameters that he didn't know what to use. Terrible.

Thinking deeper: How could I be kicked out by this kind of person?

Zheng Jianming was full of wild thoughts, and after a while, he said: "Let's walk forward, Mr. Franky seems to have gone to the office area, let's ask someone to have a late meal or something, there are so many people waiting After such a day, Yang Rui forgives him, he is young and ignorant, we elders can't do this."

The one who is qualified to be Yang Rui's elder here is Duan Hua, but the others are old enough to be encouraged by Zheng Jianming to go to the office area one by one, which is a bit of a good show.

The WestJet factory is a small factory with a small area and even smaller office area. In addition to the warehouse occupying some area, there is an activity room, a changing room, and a small rest room dedicated to office work. , and a manager's room.

In the entire WestJet factory, Guan Shen, a manager from Hong Kong, is the only off-duty manager. Apart from that, the dozen or so workers are more like apprentices in a small workshop, except that they are neatly dressed and have more rules and regulations. .

Such a factory can be walked back and forth in a few minutes, but the British are watching and watching, endlessly.

Zheng Jianming lost interest in these technicians, and pushed away the manager's room first, but when he didn't see anyone, he pushed away the activity room again.

There was a sudden silence in the room, Yang Rui and Franky turned their heads to look at Zheng Jianming at the same time, and then, before Zheng Jianming opened his mouth to explain his intentions, Yang Rui and Franky's voices became louder again.

While Yang Rui was talking, Franky was also talking.

The two said their own things, and at the same time they were answering each other's questions. It looked like they were arguing, but in fact they were really quarreling.

Zheng Jianming smiled at the corner of his mouth, and winked at the leaders of the Xibao "Meat" Factory who came with him, and then asked the translator at the "door", Frankie said, "What are they talking about?"

The translator sighed, and said, "Franky wants Mr. Yang Rui to lower the price, but Mr. Yang Rui disagrees."

Although he spoke Chinese, but he said "Frankie" and "Mr. Yang Rui" at the same time, Zheng Jianming immediately felt that the style was wrong.

"What's the specific situation?" The old factory manager stood by the door, looking at the two people who were arguing fiercely, benevolently like an old monk who practiced things.

Franky’s own translator was hired by Zeneca China, and he participated in a series of business activities between Yang Rui and Franky. Therefore, he knew that Zeneca was initially planning to sponsor Yang Rui for research, because It didn't talk about it and it turned yellow.

However, compared to the hundreds of thousands of dollars at the beginning, the price Yang Rui is talking about with Franky now is several times higher.

No matter whether it was Franky who was mistaken or Yang Rui who fought back in desperation, as a Chinese, the translator admired Yang Rui, and said: "Zelikang hopes to buy out the patents in Yang Rui's hands. Prices vary widely."

"What is Zeneca's asking price?" The factory manager asked a question that everyone cared about.

The translator hesitated for a moment, and said: "200,000 US dollars, or 2% dividends for factories that adopt new technologies"

This time, whether it was the calm Duan Hua, or the old factory manager and Zheng Jianming, they all took a deep breath.

The amount of money was so large that they didn't know how to calculate it.

The old factory manager shook his beard and asked, "Yang Rui still doesn't agree?"

The translator didn't speak, and the fierce Yang Rui who was discussing in English turned around and said, "Cash and bonuses are not acceptable."

"What did he say?" Frankie asked nervously.

The translator coughed and said.

Frankie shook his head and said, "The asking price is too high, too high, Mr. Yang Rui, let's talk again."

You can hear the humility in the humble tone without translation. Frankie had to do this. He gave up signing with Yang Rui in order to save hundreds of thousands of sponsorship fees. The headquarters didn't know how to evaluate him for this.

The leaders of the Xibao "Meat" Joint Factory were all drunk.

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