"This car is really broken. It must have been imported from the former Soviet Union. The chassis should still be Fiat technology from the 1960s."
After leaving the airport, Professor Jung struggled to stuff his body into Ma Qianshan's new car. He occupied the entire back seat by himself and stuffed it completely.
‘Shengguang’ built cars, but Zhou Qingfeng did not promote it at the grassroots level of the group. However, he ordered all senior executives of the group to use self-produced cars when traveling in the future - if the cars are not well built, all senior executives will suffer together.
Jung started complaining as soon as he entered the car. The first thing he said was that the chassis was not good, and then...
"Is there air conditioning? Sure enough, there isn't."
"The interior assembly is so bad, both the assembler and the quality inspector should be fired."
"It's still a manual transmission, right? Then the gearbox must be terrible."
"A car like this is definitely not going to have ABS. I'm really risking my life by riding in this car."
Ma Qianshan and the driver looked at each other in the front seat. Neither of them expected Professor Jung to be so direct. The car they were riding in had only been out of the factory for a month, and in the other's eyes it was already time to be thrown into the garbage.
Even on the way to the headquarters, Jung kept asking questions.
"What job are you going to hire me for? First of all, let me state that I have requirements for the working environment."
"I need several assistants and a separate laboratory. Vehicle laboratories are very expensive. Do you have any idea about this?"
"Do I know who my colleagues are? Oh, forget it, I asked a stupid question. There are not many people in the car manufacturing industry in your country."
Jung was sent to the 'Holy Light' headquarters outside the Third Ring Road in muttering. Ma Qianshan smiled and chatted with him in English all the way, which was considered a good deal.
They were supposed to arrange a place for Jung first, but instead he hurriedly asked to see Zhou Qingfeng, shouting that he should redeem his promise first.
"President Zhou is meeting guests and is temporarily unavailable." The receptionist at the president's office smiled and rejected Jung's request, but asked him to stay at the hotel arranged by the group first.
But Jung still refused. He stayed in the reception area outside the president's room, wiping the sweat from his forehead, drinking black tea with milk and sugar, and waiting for Zhou Qingfeng to make time.
Jung was tired from the journey. He sat on the sofa in the reception area and then lay down and fell asleep. This lasted for three or four hours. When he woke up, he heard the sound of heavy footsteps. When he opened his eyes, he screamed.
Said: "Professor Phillips."
A group of people were coming out of the president's office. An old white man among them turned his head when he heard the call, with a look of surprise on his face. But he didn't say anything and walked away with the flow of people.
But Jung continued to shout: "Dr. Nakajima, you are actually here too?"
An old man with an Asian face in the crowd was called out his name. He immediately paused uneasily for a few seconds, didn't say anything, just nodded quickly and left.
In a team of more than a dozen people, Jung called out the names of three or four people. Every time he shouted, the group of people quickened their steps and moved as if they were running away, as if they were afraid of being entangled.
After all the people were gone, the front desk lady came to invite Jung and said that the president would be free now.
"Thank God, it's finally my turn." Jung dragged his suitcase and followed the young lady into the president's office.
Zhou Qingfeng was inside. He pointed to the sofa casually and said, "Mr. Jung, this is the third time we have met. You don't seem to be in a good condition."
"Yes, it's terrible. The doctor said that my heart, kidneys, and liver are all overloaded." Jung stretched out his hand as soon as he sat down, "Please give me the promised medicine first, otherwise I'm worried that I won't survive tomorrow."
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"You should control your diet."
"If you don't let me eat my favorite food, I would rather not live until tomorrow."
Zhou Qingfeng pressed the call button on his desk and asked his secretary to call Irene over and bring Potion No. 7. Not long after, Irene appeared holding a tray, followed by two assistants carrying a sling bottle.
stents and medical supplies.
The body of the red dragon Aratis was decomposed, and the No. 7 potion was extracted from its flesh and bones and needed to be injected. Its effect on reversing aging is not as good as the dragon's blood potion, but its effect on strengthening the body is very strong.
Incidentally, it can also effectively reduce weight.
After setting up the bottle and watching the liquid enter his body, Jung seemed to have received some kind of psychological suggestion, and his anxiety and nervousness gradually disappeared. He breathed a sigh of relief and whispered slowly: "Can I lose fifty kilograms in half a year?
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"If you make outstanding contributions to the group, it's no problem to lose 100 kilograms." Zhou Qingfeng also handed Jung a glass of water to make him feel better.
"I just saw a lot of acquaintances leaving your office."
"Do you know them?"
"I often attend international vehicle technology seminars, and I basically know everyone in the circle. Phillips works for General Dynamics in gas turbines, and Dr. Nakajima works at Mitsui Consortium in alloy materials. The others should also be related to automobiles."
"It's good to know each other. I'm running a university, including a school of vehicle engineering. There are more than a dozen departments and dozens of majors in the college. The manpower currently recruited has barely put the frame together. Those will be your colleagues
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"Don't you want me to go to the vehicle manufacturing plant to develop transmissions?"
"I have changed my mind. Asking you to go to the production line will actually not be of much use. You have to become a professor. I will arrange several graduate students as teaching assistants for you, and by the way, a dozen undergraduates will complete two courses with you.
One-year master's degree.
In addition, you will have to lead several research and development projects, mainly in hydraulics. I hope you will pass on the technology you mastered at Allison to others."
Jung was relieved to hear that they were all in his own profession. He took a nap and drank holy water, and the magic potion was gradually taking effect. At this moment, his thinking was clear and he was full of energy.
"Is the new university in the imperial capital?"
"No, in Tianyang, a small city."
"Oh, it doesn't matter. Many universities I know are in small cities. I like the tranquility of small cities. But if I have some physical needs, after all, I am still young..."
"You can pay for it yourself, and the group will help transport it to you from Hong Kong. Or you can take a plane to Kiev, Ukraine, where there is a base of the group, and you can do whatever you want.
In addition, there will be a relatively safe entertainment venue in Mandalay, Myanmar, but it will not open until a year later. I believe you will like it. In short, as long as you spend money, your life will not be too boring."
"This sounds good." Jung was eagerly gearing up, "I can't wait to start working. I want to lose weight, I want to get rid of this fat, I want to enjoy life, and I want to be a superman."
High morale is a good thing.
After an hour of intravenous IV drip, Jung grabbed the bottle stand and walked out of the president's office. He stayed at the hotel arranged by the group, opened his suitcase, and took out a CD bag. After confirming that all the CDs were still there, he was even more satisfied.