reborn industrial empire

"Baga, Baga, Baga. (--The fastest update..."

Ozawa Yusan was in a depressed mood, walking on the streets of Frankfurt with a bottle of wine. He didn't know how he got here these days.

That day, after confronting Jin Xiaoqiang at the Huayang Power booth, he quietly slipped out of the booth before Jin Xiaoqiang finished introducing their 8at transmission.

Because just when he heard about Jin Xiaoqiang's design concept, he knew that he was finished, this time it was completely finished.

Because of his recklessness, not only did Toyota and Aisin invest a lot of money in the 8at transmission, it was sold out early, but Toyota's 8at transmission also became a joke early on.

It has become a waste that does not need to be launched on the market in advance, because compared with Huayang Power's 8at transmission, this kind of transmission is basically a waste, and its performance is completely behind others.

After such a transmission is launched on the market, who else is willing to buy it? Unless he is taken advantage of, no one is willing to buy a model equipped with this transmission. Especially in the field of high-end luxury cars, those rich people simply do not want to buy it.

As long as you don't need money, people don't care how much your car costs. What they care about is face, and what can bring face to these people the most is whether the technical content of your car is leading in the industry.

But because of his recklessness, Toyota and Aisin didn't even have a chance to adjust. The R&D plan they spent billions of dollars on suddenly came to nothing. Such an ending was the result of Toyota and Aisin no matter what.

Unacceptable.

Ozawa Yuzo knew that if he returned to the company, not only the people in the company would settle accounts with him, but also the staff of the research and development team who had been with him day and night for nearly two years would be reluctant to eat him alive.

Moreover, this time I have caused Japanese automobile manufacturers to lose face internationally. Even if I no longer work for Toyota, I am afraid that it will be difficult to find a job in other Japanese automobile manufacturers. I will only become someone else.

Pointing and laughing stock.

And let alone Japanese car manufacturers, even around the world, I am afraid that no car manufacturer is willing to hire him. After all, no one is willing to hire such a reckless designer.

Thinking about the pension he could no longer get from Toyota, the unfinished house in Tokyo, and his two children who were still in middle school, Ozawa felt as if his heart was being stabbed.

A dozen days ago, I still had a happy family and a good job, but now they are all gone, all in vain.

After Ozawa Yuzo slipped off the stage that day, he did not dare to return to the hotel where the company was staying. Instead, he quietly left his resignation letter alone, and then quietly moved out of the hotel where the company was staying.

And he didn't wait until the next day. Just that night, he learned from the domestic news media in Japan that he had become a "celebrity" and the target of verbal criticism in the entire Japanese machinery manufacturing industry. He knew that he was finished.

He didn't even dare to go home. In the past few days, he had been like a lonely wild dog. He wandered the streets of Frankfurt like a lonely ghost every day.

He didn't know what he would face tomorrow, and he didn't want to know. He just wanted to drink today and get drunk tomorrow. He wrote a will for his wife and children at home, and he transferred all the money in his card to his wife's account.

, leaving only five hundred euros for himself.

After several days of drunkenness, he finally spent the last euro in his hand today. He knew that tonight was the time for him to end his life.

Ozawa Yusan carried a bottle of wine and wandered on the street for a long time, but before he knew it, he once again wandered to the outskirts of the Frankfurt Trading Center, which was only 4 stories high.

Different from the crowds of people during the day, it seemed very quiet here at night. Looking at the magnificent Frankfurt Trading Center, Ozawa couldn't help but cursed in his heart, why did he come here again.

Then he remembered the scene when he first joined Toyota as an apprentice designer ten years ago. How heroic he was at that time. When he represented the company at the Frankfurt Auto Show for the first time, he once dreamed of

To become a world-famous transmission design master and to carve out a career in this field, who would have thought that ten years later he would end up like this?

Maybe this is the best place to end your life!

Ozawa muttered a few words, then drank the wine in the bottle in his hand, and then quietly slipped into the underground parking lot, and then took the elevator to the top floor of the building.

He has represented the company at the Frankfurt Auto Show several times before. He has also been to the Frankfurt Trading Center many times, so he is very familiar with the situation here.

He had also walked this route before, quietly sneaking to the top floor of the building to smoke. This time he followed the original route and was not hindered by anything.

When he reached the top floor, Ozawa chose the right side, because that was where the subway exit was, and the concrete floor below was where to jump, which would surely lead to death.

He came to the edge of the building on the right, glanced down, and felt dizzy. Although the building was only 4 stories high, because it was a trading center, the distance between floors was designed not to be low, even though it was only 4 stories high.

, but it is seventeen or eighty meters away from the ground.

He took a step back, then closed his eyes, mustering up the courage to take that step, but he hesitated for a long time, but never took any step.

"If I were you, I would never do that?"

The sudden English voice startled Ozawa.

"who?"

Ozawa turned around suddenly and saw a figure standing in the darkness in the distance, with a cigarette in his mouth and looking at him with a smile. The bright and dark cigarette butt was just bright enough for Ozawa to see clearly.

, it turns out that this person is actually the damn Chinese guy who kicked him into the abyss a few days ago: Jin Xiaoqiang!

"Baga! Why are you here?"

His intention to commit suicide was revealed by this guy again, and Ozawa felt a little angry.

"Haha, why are you angry? You are going to die anyway, why not come over and smoke a cigarette and die!"

Jin Xiaoqiang was not angry, but instead said to Ozawa Yousan with a smile. Ozawa hesitated for a while, and finally decided to wait a while before dying, so he walked over to Jin Xiaoqiang.

Jin Xiaoqiang handed him a cigarette, and Ozawa took it, took a long drag, and then exhaled a long puff of smoke.

"Why did you choose to do this? In fact, with your ability, you can find a suitable job in other companies?"

Jin Xiaoqiang asked.

"Haha, do you think it's that easy? After competing with you, my future has been completely ruined. I believe no company in the world is willing to hire a reckless hapless guy like me, right?"

Ozawa's English is not bad, after all, he has worked in the United States for many years, but from his voice, you can still hear his helplessness. In fact, deep down in his heart, he does not want to die.

"Haha, what if I can provide you with a job opportunity?"

"What?"

Ozawa felt that there was something wrong with his ears. He raised his head and looked at Jin Xiaoqiang. Jin Xiaoqiang was looking at him with a smile. From the look of him, he didn't seem to be joking.

"Why?"

Ozawa asked again.

"In fact, in my opinion, you are still a good transmission designer, you are just a little unlucky. And how can anyone in this world always succeed without failing? If you choose to end your life just because of one failure

, then don’t you think it’s a pity?”

Jin Xiaoqiang asked with a smile, "The Japanese today are not the idiots who only shouted 'Emperor's board' a few decades ago. After so many years of enlightened education and the influence of American liberalism, today's Japanese

People are very different from those days.

Being able to get affirmation from the mouth of a world-renowned car design master like Jin Xiaoqiang, Ozawa felt a wave of heat spurting out from his lower back. In the eyes of such a world-renowned car design master, he still

Not all trash.

"I actually appreciate the design concept you mentioned on stage that day. After all, it is not the same as my design concept."

"But your design concept is more comprehensive and better."

"You can't say that. It's just that everyone has different starting points. In fact, as long as your design concept is slightly improved, you can do very well."

"It's a pity that I will never have another chance."

"Then you come to Huayang Power. I am very optimistic about you in the field of transmission design!"

"I'm going to your place? What can I do if I go?"

"Continue to design automatic transmissions! Continue to design 8at automatic transmissions!"

"It's a pity that your design is already ahead of the curve, and I can't possibly surpass your design in my design."

Ozawa did not refuse directly for three times, but seemed a little discouraged.

"Haha, I'm not asking you to repeat my design. Listen, my friend, not everyone in this world can afford to drive a luxury car. Eighty percent of people drive transverse engine cars, but I

The designed longitudinal 8at cannot be matched with a transverse engine, but will these people never be able to use the 8at automatic transmission? I don’t think so, so our next step is to develop a transverse engine

The 8at transmission is designed to match the transverse engines of ordinary models. Are you interested?"

Jin Xiaoqiang finally said his ultimate goal with a smile. Their next step is to adopt the design of the transverse 8at. He just wants to make this transverse transmission with better performance and more fuel-saving become like the current one.

Like the 6AT, it is a transmission that can be purchased by ordinary consumers.

At this time, Ozawa is desperate, does he have any other choice?

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