"Our country is too vast. I think that just one factory in Shennan Town, Nanfang, can meet the needs of the whole country. The transportation cost is too high. It can be done in a short time, but it is really not worth it in the long run."
Chen Zhen explained: "From a geographical point of view, Jianghan and Xinzheng are the most suitable. However, considering the existing foundation, it is better to establish three production bases, one in Shenzhen, one in Chang'an, and one in Peiping. In this way, Shenzhen can satisfy
For the market in South China and East China, Chang'an meets the market in Northwest, Central and Southwest China, and Peiping meets the market in North and Northeast China, just right."
"There is Nanyao Brigade in Chang'an and Xiaojia Village in Beiping. If we are in Shenzhen, we might as well cooperate with Meishan Village."
"Meishan Village?" Lin Xiaoguang turned back and glanced at Chen Zhen.
"Yes." Chen Zhen plucked up the courage and said, "I am from Meishan Village. Our Meishan Village is already cooperating with Xiangjiang booksellers to jointly develop the pirated books market in the mainland. We have a certain capital and industrial foundation. The villagers of Meishan Village
Being hard-working and hard-working, it is most suitable for you to choose to cooperate with Meishan Village."
"Is this Meishan Village producing pirated martial arts novels?" Lin Xiaoguang said with a smile in his eyes.
"How do you know?" Chen Zhen was greatly surprised.
"Because I used to be in the business of pirated martial arts books in the Mainland."
Now, Chen Zhen was embarrassed.
Lin Xiaoguang was also quite amused. He didn't expect to meet his peers. As the saying goes, peers are enemies. Before, they were in the pirated book business. Chang'an and Peking jointly divided the mainland market and did not cooperate with Xiangjiang booksellers. Meishan Village in Shenzhen Town,
He is one of the partners of many Hong Kong booksellers.
To be honest, Xiangjiang booksellers are targeting the mainland market and regard them as competitors, while Meishan Village is at best a pawn across the river.
However, he was quite surprised when he met the people from Meishan Village at this moment.
What's even more surprising is that Chen Zhen is from Meishan Village, and at this time, he is actually lobbying him to cooperate with Meishan Village Brigade Enterprises to locate the South China and East China production base here.
Lin Xiaoguang thought about it and asked: "You previously recommended that I choose the municipal finance bureau to cooperate with the food factory. Why did you change it to the Meishan Village brigade enterprise now? Is the brigade enterprise in your village stronger than the finance bureau and the food factory?"
"Mr. Lin, of course our village brigade enterprise is weaker than the Finance Bureau and the food factory, but there are benefits to cooperation. We are relatively weak, so you can control it better." Chen Zhen lowered his attitude.
"Let's talk about it later." Lin Xiaoguang was noncommittal.
After a pause, he continued: "However, considering that you concealed that you are a villager in Meishan Village, and considering that Meishan Village is my former enemy, you can go home by yourself in the car now, and I will not send you there. Bye!"
After saying that, he opened the car door, got in the car and left.
On the same spot, Chen Zhen had a wry smile on his face. He originally thought that this pirated book business was handled by Chang'an Nanyao Brigade and Beiping Xiaojiacun. Unexpectedly, they also worked for Lin Xiaoguang. In this way, he originally showed the Nanyao Brigade and Xiaojiacun
What was a good move now seems to have turned into a demonstration against Lin Xiaoguang, or a declaration of war, and there is no one left.
"Lei Meng, why don't you tell me clearly?" He complained a little.
Lin Xiaoguang drove skillfully, weaving in and out of the constant flow of traffic, driving along Tongzhou Street to Qinhuai Restaurant, and then to the company. He took a rest, took the paper he had written, and set off again, heading to Hong Kong Island.
The car drove through the Hung Hom Tunnel and entered the bustling Hong Kong Island. It stopped at a small three-story western-style building on Pok Fu Lam Road at the foot of Lung Fu Mountain.
Lin Xiaoguang got out of the car, stood at the door, looked around, and then knocked on the doorbell.
"Ding dong!"
After a few calls, a Filipino maid came over. After seeing him, she looked at him for a moment and then asked: "Sir, who are you?"
The Philippine English spoken by the Filipino maid was a bit like American English, a bit like Hong Kong English, and also smelled of coconut. Lin Xiaoguang had to answer with authentic California emphasis: "I am George Lin, come here to find Laura Smith."
professor."
Well, I came here to hand in my thesis and prepare to defend it in March. After passing it, I will go to the University of Hong Kong to study for a master's degree.
As for the English name George Lam, he got it specially, just like Bruce Lee's Bruce Lee. It has no other meaning and is convenient for contacting foreigners.
"Wait a minute." When the Filipino maid heard the name George Lin, she expressed her knowledge.
Lin Xiaoguang waited patiently and looked at this red house with a strong British style, with light green grass, red exterior walls, white window frames, thick black tiles on the roof, distinct and bright colors, and simple and tough building lines.
, unique style, the red house is old but not dilapidated, it has been a while, but it is well maintained.
At this time, the middle-aged Filipino maid appeared in front of her again and said: "Mr. Lin, please come in. Professor Smith is handling teaching work. He will be down soon."
"OK, thanks."
Lin Xiaoguang walked into the iron gate, followed the Filipino maid into the red house, and entered the living room on the first floor. Looking around, he saw a white girl sitting in front of a huge piano, with her hands on it, but she was not playing the piano.
He didn't hear any sound just now, so he must have just started. He smiled inwardly.
"My name is Anna, Mr. Lin. Just give me the paper. When Smith comes back, I will give it to her." Anna looked back at him and said in English.
Lin Xiaoguang took the opportunity to take a look. At this glance, he was immediately disappointed. He looked very typical of Westerners, and also a typical Anglo-Saxon. He had blond hair and blue eyes, whiter skin, thicker pores, and larger facial features and bones. He was inferior to Ukrainian beauties.
Far.
Moreover, she still has a lot of freckles on her face. Without the freckles, she would have been a bit attractive just because of her fair skin color. But now that she has freckles on her face, it's far behind.
"Mr. Lin, I heard that you are from mainland China?" Anna glanced at him, a little curious.
"Yes, I come from Chang'an, the ancient capital of thirteen dynasties in Western Shaanxi."
"Chang'an does have a long history, I admit that, but I have heard a saying that if something is lacking, it will be emphasized. It seems that you lack self-confidence?" Anna looked at him with interest, as if she was very curious about him.
"I'm just proud, just like an Englishman will show off that the sun never sets on his motherland." Of course Lin Xiaoguang would not admit it.
Anna was noncommittal and asked: "Hong Kong is currently a British overseas territory, and you are from mainland China. What do you think about this?"
When it comes to this kind of political issue, French foreigners always like to ask these questions. Lin Xiaoguang took the trouble and asked: "Northern Ireland has been seeking independence, and Scotland is the same. You are British, what do you think about this?"
Anna was choked for a moment, and it took a few seconds before she answered: "This is different!"
"There is no difference. Just like the Falklands is to Argentina and Taiwan is to our country, the essence is the same. But I came here today not to discuss politics with you. I just handed my paper to Laura Smith.
Professor, politics disgusts me. If you want to continue this topic, I will leave."
"OK, let's change the topic, Mr. Lin, are you a racist?"
"of course not."
Anna went to the bottom of the matter and asked: "If it's not the case, then why did you choose a thesis topic that is full of hostility to white people? You know, the novel "Moby Dick" is not very friendly to white people?"
"You turn a blind eye to anti-Chinese works like "Fu Manchu", but are obsessed with objective works like "Moby Dick". Is this the logic of you British people?"