Chapter 48: Find a Way in Beijing
It is still very cold in Beijing, with the wind blowing like a knife.
After Fan Heng and his son arrived, they first arranged a place to live, and then went directly to Director Zhang of the National Defense Science and Technology Commission.
The reason I wanted to find Director Zhang was because Director Song was too busy and people of that level were not easily seen. Although Fan Wubing created a blizzard torpedo, which shocked everyone for a while, time had changed, and now speaking may not be as effective as before.
But Director Zhang is different. Since last time he said he wanted to marry Fan Wujian, he has been in contact with each other. He would give him some things during the holidays. This time he came here, he would have to visit both public and private.
As the saying goes, I only realized that I was a young official when I arrived in Beijing, and this is not false at all.
In fact, there are two thousand ministerial leaders in Beijing. In the face of the huge bureaucracy, a small director is really insignificant. Old Beijingers often say that when they go to a crowded place, they throw a brick out and smash it out, at least nine of the ten directors, and the other one is the deputy director.
But the director is different from the director. For example, Director Zhang, the director of the National Defense Science and Technology Commission, holds real power. If an ordinary deputy minister is not necessarily as sensible as him.
"Here I came here, why are you still so disgusting? What are you bringing?" Although I had received a call from Fan Heng in advance, Director Zhang was still a little surprised to see the things the father and son brought, "You guys, are you going to move!"
"Hehe--" The father and son laughed at the same time, looking sinister.
When they got on the train, they checked a lot of luggage. They gathered it up and weighed 300 or 400 kilograms. Thanks to the enthusiasm of Beijingers, a group of people helped unload it, some stayed in the hotel, and some hired a car to pull it directly to Director Zhang's house.
"It's nothing more. The new products produced by our factory are not the New Year. I'll get some fun for everyone." Fan Heng said with a smile.
Logically speaking, Director Zhang is the main office, and Fan Heng is already a deputy department at this time. However, despite this level, Director Zhang is the director of an important ministries and commission directly under the central government. It is natural to understand which one is more important.
"Oh, why didn't Wubing come? Is this the second child?" Director Zhang nodded. It was often found that subordinates delivered New Year's goods to the capital. As long as it was not too outrageous, everyone would agree. This was considered to enhance feelings, and no one could say anything. He remembered Fan Wubing and asked casually.
"I'm just not sick!" Fan Wubing was suddenly a little surprised. Did he look very much like twins with his brother Fan Kang?
"Ah, you are just Wujian?! Why are you so tall?!" It was Director Zhang's turn to talk to him. He never expected that Fan Wubing had grown so tall, almost 1.6 meters tall. It's so scary for a child of seven or eight to grow up so tall!
Fan Wubing also replied shyly, "There is no way, it may be because the nutrition is better, or the variety is better."
"What are you saying, this unlucky child." Fan Heng shouted with a stern face.
Director Zhang pulled Fan Wubing over and looked at it carefully for a while, and smiled with some joy, "This is a bit like a little adult. If you can create an advanced missile or something, it will probably not be too horrible!"
Fan Wubing rolled his eyes immediately, thinking that there was no missile, but he wanted as much as he was.
"The phone didn't make it clear. What are you going to do when you came to Beijing before the New Year?" Director Zhang asked curiously after arranging the Fan and his son to sit down.
Although Fan Heng had called Director Zhang beforehand, he didn't say it clearly. At this time, he asked, and Fan Heng turned his gaze to his son Fan Wubing, indicating that it would be up to him to say it.
Fan Wubing was not polite, and briefly explained the story of himself and the Plain Factory creating a "Thunder" single-player machine, and then said, "The overseas market sales are very good. I really want to open up the domestic market now, but it is too slow to go through normal sales channels, so I thought about not taking a way out."
"Audio and video equipment--" Director Zhang pondered for a moment and asked, "I'll take a look at your stuff first."
"That's just something." Fan Heng took one out of the pile of packaging, put the battery and tape and handed it to Director Zhang.
Director Zhang looked at it and immediately said, "Oh, the recorder! I have seen this thing abroad. Japan's Sony company is working on this thing, it seems to be called something--"
"walkman--" Fan Wubing reminded on the side.
"Yes, it's this walkman-" Director Zhang nodded and asked in surprise, "I didn't expect you to have this product too! But our country has not officially lifted the restrictions on small recording equipment, which is probably not easy to deal with! You should know that Sony's people are also moving up and down, hoping to open up the domestic market. The two sides are currently playing games and have not yet agreed on conditions. If you launch this product at this time, we will be very passive in the negotiations."
Sony was also talking about it. Fan Wubing was a little alert and asked hurriedly, "Does the machine they are preparing to launch only have a single-player function or a record-player all-in-one machine?"
"Of course it's an all-in-one recording machine! Could it be that your machine is a single playback and does not have a recording function?" Director Zhang asked strangely.
"That's right, our machine is just a single-player!" Fan Wubing nodded affirmatively.
"What do you mean is that you have long considered the restrictions on recording equipment in China and developed a single-player machine separately?" Director Zhang reacted at this time and couldn't help but be amazed.
"Yes!" Fan Wubing said with a chuckling, "If it is a policy violation, why do we have the nerve to ask you for help? After all, this is also a major matter related to the five or six thousand employees of the Plain Factory to transfer military to civilians. It's not careless! It depends on whether Uncle Zhang or not."
"Tell me, what are your plans?" Director Zhang felt that he had been plotted against by Fan Wubing.
Chapter completed!