At around nine o'clock in the morning the next day, Alberto Verchow called Mo Jingchun in an unhurried manner.

He had someone check it out, and Mo Jingchun must be in the company at this time, and he wouldn't be in the laboratory.

Everything is just right.

"Ms. Xia, this is a little thought of mine."

At the entrance of the science and technology park, Alberto Virchow, who had just gotten out of the car, took out a small gift box and handed it to Xia Xiaomin, who came to pick him up, in full view of everyone.

For a moment, Xia Xiaomin looked at Alberto Virchow in surprise.

This was the first time someone bribed her in such a long time.

Call it smart, but you are so blatant, is that really okay?

I really thought those huge cameras were just decorations.

No, no, no one really thinks that Zero is an artificially retarded person.

Xia Xiaomin smiled politely and said: "No, thank you Mr. Alberto Virchow."

"No, no, no! I think Mr. Mo won't mind."

In the office, Mo Jingchun rubbed his nose.

This guy must have studied psychology, or brought along a psychology scholar.

Otherwise, how could you have guessed what he was thinking.

As a human being, if you don't go whoring, you won't be a prostitute.

Being able to do whoring for nothing is a person's ability.

At the entrance of the science and technology park, our eyes met, as if all the surrounding sounds had disappeared at this moment.

At this moment, Xia Xiaomin raised her eyebrows, and under the astonished look of Alberto Verxiao, she directly took the small gift box and put it into her pocket.

After seeing an earphone in Xia Xiaomin's left ear and glancing at the cameras facing the door, Alberto Virchow was thoughtful.

"Mr. Alberto Virchow, please."

In the monitoring room, Zhou Xing was soaking wolfberry in a thermos cup, like an old man watching a movie.

The only pity is that there is no sound. Otherwise, it would be very interesting to live broadcast with sound.

Zhou Xing was very pleased to see the international friends coming here one after another in the past two days.

This shows that Xiaochun's business is getting better and better.

More than half an hour later, Mo Jingchun stood by the window, watching Alberto Virchow leave, and couldn't help but shake his head.

"This guy is as different as ever."

Other agents come to discuss business.

Alberto Virchow came and sat there for half an hour, drank a few cups of tea, and just chatted, not talking about smart bionic limbs at all.

"He doesn't have the same arrogance as others."

"If it is an enemy, it will be a strong enemy."

Mo Jingchun had no doubt about this.

Ten minutes later, Xia Xiaomin came back, and Mo Jingchun also returned to his office to read.

"Boss, this is what Alberto Virchow gave you."

Mo Jingchun glanced up and said nonchalantly:

"Take what is given to you."

"For things like this, as long as there are no problems, it's not free of charge."

Xia Xiaomin's lips twitched, that's what the boss said before, otherwise she wouldn't be obedient and accept the gift.

Out of curiosity, Xia Xiaomin opened the small box directly in front of her boss.

There was actually a piece of jade inside.

Well, Xia Xiaomin had dark eyes and couldn't tell how much this thing was worth.

Mo Jingchun curled his lips after taking a look. He thought it was something good, but it turned out to be a piece of broken jade.

Zero also gave the price, 31,000.

Make it clear that there can be no more.

That’s it? That’s it?

"Take it. If it doesn't work, just sell it. It's probably only about 30,000 yuan. Well, it's not a rice knife."

Xia Xiaomin put the jade back into the box and prepared to sell it after work.

There may be some problems with things given by outsiders.

It's better to sell it and donate the money to the children in the mountains.

Mo Jingchun looked at Xia Xiaomin and said, "Tomorrow's meeting has been arranged. Now that they are all here, it's time to show off."

"Okay, boss."

His eyes returned to the book, but Mo Jingchun's mind was not on it.

Intelligent bionic limbs are destined to be as effective as leukemia drugs.

Special drugs for leukemia can be mass-produced, but smart bionic limbs cannot.

Each requester's bionic limb data is different, and without exception, all require customized production.

This greatly limits the production of bionic limbs.

But there is nothing we can do about it.

The factory can be expanded.

But for smart production lines, Mo Jingchun will never build factories abroad.

Foreign countries are notoriously creditworthy.

I asked Su Wenyan to investigate a suitable place for building a factory, but I don't know how she found it.

In several hotels, other agents laughed and shook their heads after learning that Alberto Virchow was sent out within half an hour.

It seems that this great wise man also hit a wall with Mo Jingchun.

The day passed by in a flash. After sending the little guy to kindergarten, Mo Jingchun went straight to the office.

For the nine-thirty meeting, the agent will arrive around eight o'clock.

Fortunately, Xia Xiaomin was there to receive him, so he just had to attend the meeting on time at 9:30.

In the conference room, more than a dozen agents were chatting and laughing. It was not obvious that they were all competitors. Instead, they looked more like old friends who had not seen each other for many years.

In fact, given the opportunity, they will never hesitate to stab someone in the back.

Shopping malls are like battlefields, and that's not just talk.

Mo Jingchun smiled and pushed the door open.

"Everyone, long time no see."

A few minutes later, Mo Jingchun, who sat down, gradually put away his smile and said straight to the point:

"Everyone, everyone's purpose is the same, that is money."

"Then I'll get straight to the point and stop talking about meaningless nonsense."

Mo Jingchun glanced at Alberto Virchow and said:

"Let me make it clear first, I will not build a factory abroad. This is very unfriendly to me."

"I won't tell you the reason. I think you gentlemen all have the answer in your mind."

"In addition, you also know that bionic limbs can only be customized and cannot be mass produced. This has also led to insufficient production capacity and long production cycles."

"But at most half a year, the production capacity problem will be alleviated to a great extent."

"It's still the old way. If you're willing to cooperate, OK, you can sign the contract today. In terms of price, it's still the same old rules. I only care about the ex-factory price."

The conference room was a little quiet, with several agents frowning.

Alberto Virchow raised his hand and asked: "Mr. Mo, I would like to ask how much the regional agent will pay this time, or whether it will be auctioned."

Looking at Alberto Virchow, Mo Jingchun smiled and said:

"I was planning to talk about this later, but since Mr. Alberto Virchow asked about it, I'll talk about it first."

"This time, regardless of regional agency, whoever buys more will be responsible. It all depends on your own methods."

It all depends on means. This time, Zhou didn't get it. More people frowned.
Chapter completed!