Siheyuan: Start as a truck driver

Wang Weidong was still a little unaccustomed to being held by a grown man. He took out his hand and smiled shyly: "Thank you! However, as the uncle just said, the structure of the sprinkler is simple. Once a similar concept appears abroad, it will inevitably be the first to register a patent.

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"We must complete the research as soon as possible!"

The old man was stabbed so hard that he couldn't help but take a step back, his face darkened.

Factory Director Yang immediately asked Jiang Deming to throw the air fryer into the garbage and serve as the project team leader.

He was given one week to come up with complete drawings.

And let all workshops cooperate unconditionally to produce samples as soon as possible.

"I will go to the ministries and commissions now and ask comrades from the foreign affairs department to help register the patent."

Director Yang is a resolute person, and when it comes to earning foreign exchange for the country, he doesn't want to waste a moment.

Before he could reach the door, he was stopped by Wang Weidong.

"Director, I have another product, and maybe I can register a patent for it."

Another patent?

Is a patent a Chinese cabbage?

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Hiss!

Hiss!

The factory leaders took a breath.

The old man wanted to stand up and say something sarcastic, but thinking of being killed just now, he could only lower his head and stare at his toes.

Director Yang said happily: "If you have any ideas, please tell me!"

"Weidong seat belt!" Wang Weidong walked to the test stand and picked up a pen.

He glanced at Jiang Deming: "Jiang Gong, do you mind if I borrow your pen?"

"I don't mind..." Jiang Deming was beaten violently at home and almost cried.

Wang Weidong drew a sling on the scratch paper and explained:

"Weidong safety belts are made of polyester, polypropylene, and nylon. They are installed on cars and can protect passengers in the event of an accident."

"Of course, it can also be installed on airplanes to protect passengers from being thrown out when encountering turbulence in the airflow."

Director Yang looked at the crooked tape on the paper and couldn't laugh or cry: "Isn't this just a rope? Can it also be applied for a patent?"

In his mind, patents are a high-end thing.

Products that can apply for patents must have a certain technical level.

The sprinkler... although simple... still requires skill.

This rope... is just a joke.

When the elder saw Wang Weidong being questioned, he couldn't help but jump out.

"That's right, I think Comrade Wang Weidong is proud of his little achievements and makes a rope to tie up a donkey to fool people."

"If we really apply for a patent, we might be ridiculed by foreign friends and have a negative impact."

"With ulterior motives!"

He sneered in his heart: Mr. Sun, let’s see if I don’t kill you this time!

Faced with doubts, Wang Weidong smiled and did not answer.

But there was a sigh in my heart. There have always been misunderstandings about patents in China.

As a result, after the spring breeze blew, many foreign companies sent people to sneak into the country and steal technology and registered patents.

In the end, there was a ridiculous scene in which the technology of flower growers was obviously required to be paid patent fees to foreign countries.

However, these people at the scene were extraordinary high-level intellectuals with keen eyesight, so they could definitely see the ingenuity in it.

really.

"I...I think this patent is established!" Jiang Deming pondered for a long time, trying his best to recall the descriptions of patent law in foreign books, and finally came to the result.

"Patents can be divided into three types: invention, utility model and design. Although this rope is simple, it has been given new practical value."

"In foreign patent laws, it can be registered as an invention patent."

Factory Director Yang may not believe Wang Weidong, but he has to believe Jiang Deming.

This outstanding graduate of Huaqing University came from a well-known family, and he personally invited him back from the ministry.

Infinitely amazed: "So, a rope for tying a donkey can also earn foreign exchange?"

Wang Weidong added: "Not only can you earn foreign exchange, but you can also earn a lot of foreign exchange. Think about it, there are so many cars abroad, and every one of them must be equipped with Weidong seat belts and must pay patent fees to our country."

The leaders' eyes couldn't help but light up.

This driver is right, draw a rope to earn foreign exchange!

Deputy Factory Director Li looked at Wang Weidong with eager eyes. When I become the leader of the factory in the future, I must promote this guy.

I thought, maybe I should sell well now.

From the conversation between Wang Weidong and the first man, he had long understood that the two were at odds.

Deputy Director Li glared at the old man: "Yi Zhonghai, I think you, an old comrade, should really study harder!"

The first man was killed for the second time, so he could only lower his head and remain silent.

Gritting my teeth with hatred.

Director Yang put the draft into his briefcase and did not forget to ask:

"But why is it called Weidong seat belt? Is it because your name is Wang Weidong?"

The leaders also cast doubtful eyes on Wang Weidong.

Where is the honest person you promised?

Wang Weidong smiled shyly: "How can I? Am I the kind of person who fishes for fame?"

"Weidong means defending the east. What a good name!"

Defend the East...

Who dares to object to this reason?

The leaders were shocked and nodded quickly.

Even the first uncle nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, for fear of being seen as not being active.

"What a good name..." Even if Director Yang knew Wang Weidong's little thoughts, he could only purse his lips and run out of the door with his bag.

He wanted to give these two treasures to the ministries and commissions immediately to help the country earn foreign exchange.

Seeing that the situation was settled, the leaders also left the laboratory one after another. After all, there was still work to be done.

Wang Weidong was also about to wander away, but was stopped by Jiang Deming.

This Huaqing University graduate's face no longer looked proud as before.

"Comrade Wang Weidong, you conceived this sprinkler. Can you tell us the specific ideas? This will be very helpful for the design."

Jiang Deming had just looked at the drawings. The structure of the sprinkler was very simple. He could draw it even with his eyes closed.

However, it involves the specific use environment, which makes Jiang Deming, who has never driven a truck, scratch his head.

Wang Weidong smiled and said: "Comrade college students, you are quite pleasing to the eye."

"I'm two years older than you, so you can call me Brother Wei Dong from now on."

Jiang Deming:...

Under the gaze of all the technicians, Wang Weidong explained in detail what needs to be paid attention to when designing a sprinkler.

When he talked about how the truck driver knew that the truck might crash if he was carrying a heavy load downhill, but he had no choice but to step on the accelerator, sing patriotic songs, and bravely rush forward.

Jiang Deming and other researchers were so moved that they almost shed tears.

They have always believed that truck driving is a very cool profession, sitting in a truck every day and traveling around the country.

I didn't expect that there was such sadness behind it.

"Don't worry, we will develop the truck sprinkler as soon as possible!" Jiang Deming felt a sense of mission in his heart.

After Wang Weidong made sure that there were no more mistakes, he walked out of the laboratory and returned to work.

After all, he is just a truck driver and cannot lose his job.

At this time, the warehouse stevedores had loaded a truckload of workpieces.

Treasury manager Zhang Erhei was a little anxious waiting, and said angrily: "Wang Weidong, where did you go just now?"

"I'm going to give lessons to the factory director." Wang Weidong was too lazy to pay attention to him. He said something and shook the truck.

Give the factory director a lesson...why don't you go to heaven?

Until the truck left the warehouse, Zhang Erhei was still stunned.