Lu Dongjie observed outside the door for a while, seeing the stalemate between this pair of crazy men and resentful women.

He gently opened the door and went in, clearing his throat, "It seems that you two still have a good understanding."

Nishio Yuko stood up, brushed her hair, and smiled at him, "Mr. Lu, you are here."

Matsuda Koichi glanced at him, there was no surprise on his face and he didn't say anything.

Lu Dongjie winked at her and said, "If Miss Yuzi doesn't mind, let me come and have a chat with him."

Nishio Yuko glanced at Matsuda, nodded to Lu Dongjie, and walked out.

Matsuda Koichi couldn't understand what the two said, and looked out the window with confused eyes.

Lu Dongjie picked up the flower bottle, inserted the flowers into it, and smelled it gently.

The aroma gradually filled the room, covering up the smell of disinfection, and made everyone feel much happier.

Matsuda Koichi's eyes were swollen, there were several scars on his face, and there were bloodshot discharges, and he looked a little miserable.

Lu Dongjie sat down leisurely, without saying a word, and picked up a fruit knife to peel the apple.

He took a small bite and marveled, "I didn't expect you to have such a tough life."

Matsuda Koichi smiled, but his smile looked a little lonely.

After coming over for a while, Lu Dongjie stretched himself and said, "I am finally your savior. What are you going to do in return for me?"

Matsuda Koichi remained indifferent and just said lightly: "I have nothing left."

Lu Dongjie looked at him carefully and suddenly laughed, with some unclear meaning.

He stopped laughing and changed the topic, "Yuko is a beautiful girl, you shouldn't break up with her."

Matsuda Koichi suddenly clenched his fists and retorted angrily, "I didn't give up on her, it was her..."

He lowered his head mid-sentence and became silent.

Lu Dongjie smiled slightly, "Giving up so easily, it seems you don't love her much.",

Matsuda Koichi's head drooped softly, and he pursed his lips, "I really am not worthy of her anymore."

Japan is a society where men are superior to women. How can a man hold his head up in front of women if he loses his job?

Lu Dongjie nodded, "You finally admit that you are a complete failure."

When Matsuda Koichi raised his head, his face suddenly turned red.

To deal with such people, it seems that it is not very effective to deal with them rationally and emotionally.

Lu Dongjie could only hit him mercilessly and sprinkle a handful of salt on his wounds.

Matsuda Yuki felt even more dejected. It seemed that there was nothing more sad than heartbreak.

Lu Dongjie straightened his posture and looked at him with a smile, "I heard that there is a mother in your hometown?"

Matsuda Koichi raised his head blankly, not knowing what he meant.

Lu Dongjie pondered for a moment, "Do you know what kind of pain it would be for a white-haired person to give a black-haired person a gift?"

Matsuda Koichi's face instantly turned pale, he lowered his head in silence, and his eyes turned red unconsciously.

He grew up in a single-parent family, and his mother in his hometown has always been proud of his son.

Last week, his grandmother secretly called him and told him that his mother was not in good health and hoped that he would take time to go back and visit.

But how could he have the dignity to go back to his hometown to see his elders in his current state?

Lu Dongjie smiled, everyone has a destiny in their heart, and no one is invulnerable.

After Koichi Matsuda experienced lovelorn, unemployment, and family misfortune, it’s no wonder that he seemed hopeless.

Even if there was no accident, judging from his wretched appearance, it is estimated that 90% of the time he would commit suicide by lying on the train.

Lu Dongjie patted him on the shoulder comfortingly, "You don't have to be discouraged, there is no end to the road."

Matsuda Koichi was still immersed in the sorrow of self-illusion, and his reaction to the outside world became slow.

Lu Dongjie couldn't help but repeat: "Mr. Matsuda."

Matsuda Koichi raised his head numbly, wanting to say something, but still couldn't, and kept his mouth tightly closed.

Lu Dongjie said straight to the point: "I have a research project in hand and I am looking for a technical talent like you."

Matsuda Koichi was slightly startled and looked at him in disbelief.

Lu Dongjie smiled, "This is your chance to be reincarnated, if you are willing."

Matsuda Yuki moved his lips and said bitterly: "What project do you want me to study?"

Lu Dongjie said simply: "Develop a brand new music playing electronic product."

When Matsuda Koichi heard this, he looked at him blankly, even doubting whether he had heard correctly.

He actually just said softly: "Oh, develop a new product."

To him, it was simply whimsical.

Without technology and talent reserves, without a large amount of money and time invested in research, why should he?

He couldn't see anything related to technology in the man in front of him at all.

Lu Dongjie didn't pay attention to his gaze and said calmly: "You can rest assured that everything is beyond your imagination."

For some reason, his well-established self-confidence suddenly impressed Matsuda Koichi.

He didn't know where Lu Dongjie got his confidence, but it didn't look like he was telling lies.

If you die, what's the point of cheating? So what if you just sacrifice your life for him.

In fact, Lu Dongjie's idea suddenly came to him this morning.

However, in his opinion, a Walkman is not a high-end product, and the existing technology is almost mature.

As long as you have the capital, technical talent, and time to research, it is not difficult to develop this thing.

But no matter what, first deceive Matsuda Koichi, a technical talent, and then use him to poach a group of people to do research first.

The market demand is there and the technology is basically mature. If he doesn't do it, other companies will.

Now the storage media has low noise tape, plateau tape, name tape e, iron name tape feeli-e and so on.

Lu Dongjie only needs to master high-quality magnetic head technology and highly integrated control circuit design, and other parts can be completely assembled.

Of course, the premise of all this is that there are professional technical personnel to study and implement it, who are only responsible for conceptual design.

If he can't learn from Miss Dong and fully master the core technology, he can only learn from Rebus first.

Lu Dongjie is engaged in the record industry, and he also engages in music-related physical industries, which is certainly not not doing his job properly.

Since he has come to Japan, there is no reason to enter Baoshan and return empty-handed.

Although he does not have a deep understanding of manufacturing technology, he does know a lot about product development.

Sony has not yet developed the idea of ​​​​the Walkman, which is an epoch-making music player.

The most popular tape recorders on the market are as big as half an air conditioner, medium ones are as big as two rotors, and small ones are as compact as a palm.

It's big and bulky and not suitable for carrying around.

Besides, this is not yet the era when it is fashionable to carry a big tape recorder and break dance in the street.

Everyone is not Qiao Feng. Not every time he appears, he has to bring his own sound effects.

Small recorders can only use microcassette tapes, which have extremely short playback time and very poor sound quality.

These are not music player products designed to be carried around, and they cannot be called walkmans at all.

It is a technical problem to consider portability without sacrificing sound quality.

Of course, technical problems are left to the technical personnel to solve.
Chapter completed!