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

Working in a biological factory, the salary is high and the environment is good. Even the toilet is better than Yu Jing, who is outside. He wears a mask strictly, which makes people feel frustrated. When he worked for two hours before, Tian Shichang and others could come out to take a breath and take a break. This time, he went to work one day and one night, which really made people feel frustrated.

That is, Yang Rui's request, he personally formed a training for himself! The workers at the West Jet Factory will live day and night.

Leaders like Zheng Jianming were sent by Xibao Meatwork Factory on the surface, but their prestige in Xijie Factory was not very good. If many workers had not maintained the establishment of Xibao Meatwork Factory, Zheng Jianming would have no sense of existence at all.

However, what Zheng Jianming wanted at this time was not the presence of the West Jet Factory, but the position in the West Jet Meat Factory.

Seeing the opening of the Westjet factory, Zheng Jianming immediately said politely: "Mr. Radell, Mr. Merck, let's go in. I'm really embarrassed. I've asked you to wait for so long. If it were when I was in the helm, this kind of thing would never have happened..."

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

The British people who came here specially are all technical and do not adapt to Zheng Jianming's attentiveness. Radell, the leader, smiled and said, "Look at the factory first."

A group of British people were in front and Zheng Jianming was behind, wandering around the factory covered with pipelines as if they were visiting an amusement park.

When the British looked at the equipment parameters, Zheng Jianming looked at the people. The equipment parameters were all revised and they couldn't see the flowers. The workers present worked step by step and couldn't figure out the situation.

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

Zheng Jianming asked the translator in a low voice: "What do you say?"

"Technical questions, what temperature should be, what concentration should be." The translator was also troublesome and gave a rough answer.

Zheng Jianming was not concerned about this. He thought for a while and said, "You ask, what did they say about Yang Rui? Yang Rui closed the door and refused to let them in. Wait for a day, and the British have no temper?"

The translator smiled bitterly and said, "Mr. Zheng, I am a translator, why can I ask these questions?"

Zheng Jianming took advantage of the situation and secretly stuffed a red envelope for the translator and said, "Then let me say, you can translate."

The translator pinched the thickness of the red envelope and felt relieved.

Zheng Jianming's heart was bleeding. He gave a monthly salary, but it would not work if he didn't give it like this. While cursing the second Japanese in his heart, he spoke: "Just say, I think Yang Rui's approach is very inappropriate. Let me introduce myself to me personally. We must separate the Xibao Meat Cotton Factory and the Xijie Factory."

The translation did as it did.

Zheng Jianming looked at him talking in a squirting manner. The British only replied a few words, and couldn't help but feel 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 received the red envelope and said carefully: "They are technical personnel, and they are the same as our domestic engineers, just keeping their skills and everything else."

"Engineers also have the right to speak, so engineers have no temper?"

"It's also idle to have a temper, but foreigners can clearly distinguish it."

Zheng Jianming asked helplessly: "Where is Frankie? Where did Frankie go?"

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

"Let's go to the office."

"I am a translator for Radell, and I can't go with you."

"This..." Zheng Jianming wanted to return the money to me, so he was so anxious that he could hold back.

The translator was probably a little embarrassed, and thought for a while and said, "You can wait a moment. When Frank comes down, I will help you translate."

"That's all. I'll talk to these people again." Zheng Jianming thought that he was idle and was idle, so it's better to take a look at the slightest moment.

Unfortunately, Radell and others care more about equipment than Zheng Jianming. He just wanted to sow discord, but they didn't have time to pay attention to it.

"These people are really blocked by people at the door for a day and a night, and are so patient, you are all good men." Zheng Jianming was depressed for a while and had to complain to the translator.

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

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

What he said was well-founded. Although he had no evidence of discord, he still received the approval of many people.

Zheng Jianming's inference that needed to be said was immediately thought of.

Yang Rui offended Jielikang, and Duan Hua's position was unstable.

Sure enough, the leaders looked at Duan Hua incorrectly.

Such a reaction is what Zheng Jianming believes to be a normal reaction.

He finally felt a little smoother, and looked at Radell and others from afar, thinking: It’s still the Chinese who understand the truth. These foreigners are stupid. They are bullied by others. They are smiling and looking at the equipment. They are just a nonsense. Can they make up for it after looking at the equipment?

After thinking about it, Zheng Jianming thought to himself: Those who work on technology are fools, and Yang Rui is also a fool. What technology can be useful as a ready-made factory? He even had a quarrel with foreigners for a lot of unknown parameters. His eyes were so shallow.

Think deeper: Why did I get driven out by such a person?

Zheng Jianming was full of random thoughts, and after a while, he said: "Let's walk forward and look. Mr. Franky seems to have gone to the office area. We should ask them for a late meal or something. After so many people have been waiting for this day, Yang Rui forgives them for being outside. He is young and ignorant, so we elders cannot do this."

Duan Hua is the one who is qualified to be an elder for Yang Rui. However, the others are old enough. Zheng Jianming instigated them to go to the office area, which is a bit like watching the show.

Xijie Factory is a small factory with a small area and a smaller office area. In addition to the warehouse occupying some area, it is specially used for office work, including an activity room, a dressing room, a small lounge, and a manager's room.

In the entire WestJet factory, there is only one manager from Hong Kong Guan Shen. In addition, more than a dozen workers are dressed neatly and have more rules and regulations, and they are more like apprentices in a small workshop.

Such a factory can be seen in a few minutes, but the British have been watching it again and again, and they have not finished it.

Zheng Jianming lost interest in these technicians and led the way to open the manager's room. He saw no one, so he pushed open the activity room again.

The room suddenly became quiet. Yang Rui and Frankie turned their heads to look at Zheng Jianming at the same time. Then, before Zheng Jianming spoke to explain his intentions, Yang Rui and Frankie's voices became louder again.

While Yang Rui was speaking, Frankie was also speaking.

The two of them were talking about their own words, and at the same time they were answering each other's questions. It seemed like they were quarrels, but in fact they were really quarreling.

Zheng Jianming smiled and blinked at the leaders of the Xibao Meat Converged Factory, the leaders of the Xibao Meat Converged Factory, and then asked the door. Frankie's own translator, and said, "What are they talking about?"

The translator sighed and said, "Frankie hopes that Mr. Yang Rui will reduce the price, but Mr. Yang Rui will not agree."

Although he spoke Chinese, Zheng Jianming immediately felt that his style was wrong.

"What's the specific situation?" The old factory manager stood by the door and looked at the two people quarreling fiercely, as kind as an old monk doing rituals.

Frank's own translation was hired by Jellycon China. He participated in a series of commercial activities of Yang Rui and Frank almost throughout the process. Therefore, he knew that Jellycon was originally planning to sponsor Yang Rui for some money for research, because it was not agreed to be ruined.

However, compared with the hundreds of thousands of dollars at the time, the price Yang Rui is talking about with Franky now is more than several times.

Whether Frankie missed the truth or Yang Rui fought back in desperate situations, as a Chinese, the translator admired Yang Rui and said, "Jericon hopes to buy out the patent in Yang Rui's hand, and the price differences between the two sides are quite different."

"What is the offer price of Jielikang?" the factory manager asked a question that everyone is concerned about.

The translator hesitated and said: "$200,000, or 2% spoon bonus from factories that use new technology."

This time, both Duan Hua, who was calm and gentle, and the old factory director and Zheng Jianming, all took a breath.

The money is too big, and they don't know how to calculate it.

The old factory manager trembled and asked, "Yang Rui still disagrees?"

Yang Rui, who was discussing fiercely in English, turned back and said, "Cash and bonuses are not enough."

"What did he say?" Franky asked nervously.

The translator coughed and said.

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

The humble tone can be heard without translation. Franky had to do this. In order to save hundreds of thousands of sponsorship fees, he gave up signing with Yang Rui. The headquarters didn't know how he would evaluate him for this.

The leaders of Xibao Meat Converged Factory were all drunk.

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Chapter completed!