Chapter 57 Brainwashing and such, I love it the most.

I paid for five years of maintenance in total, and used the remaining two years' worth of maintenance fees to buy a replacement device.

To put it nicely, it was just a refund of five years' worth of maintenance fees.

After all, in the past five years, that Stus only destroyed, never repaired.

What are your opinions?

Chu Lulu looked at the two elderly people, not understanding why they had called her over.

She was involved in this matter, but how it was decided is none of her business, right?

Old Fu patted the dean on the shoulder, "Calm down."

How to calm down?

Getting back five years' worth of repair costs from those stingy people is already a huge relief.

His goal is to get a refund for two years' worth of repairs.

Unexpectedly, I've been retired for five years.

They also understood what had happened regarding the compensation device.

"The dean and I called you over mainly to ask you about the changes to the equipment once the new maintenance technician arrives."

How do we get back to England?

If the British discover that their instruments are even more efficient than the new ones, and that their hidden secrets are exposed, the deer will be in danger.

This is why they asked Liu Juan to bring Lulu over as soon as they received the reply.

"Great reply."

Chu Lulu twirled the reply letter in her hand, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

"The appearance of Stus has made China like a frightened bird, distrusting any repairmen who come over."

"Give the dispatched repairman cash!"

Discounting?

Wait a minute!

Is this even possible?

The dean's eyes widened. When purchasing equipment from the British company, they had always been in a subservient position, doing whatever the other party said, without any room for negotiation.

The price was fixed there, and they had no choice but to buy it.

That's what led to the current situation. Is it even possible to discuss it now?

Chu Lulu threw the reply letter on the table and brushed aside the bangs that were blocking her eyes with her fingers. "Why not?"

What is business?

"Asking for an exorbitant price, but settling for a lower price on the spot—that's business."

If we can't reach an agreement, we can always go back to the previous step.

"They need to expand into the Chinese market, and we need their advanced equipment. What are we lacking, inside and out?"

Absolutely perfect!

The dean's heart was pounding with excitement, his hands were trembling, and he was unsteady on his feet.

Chu Lulu quickly said, "Why don't you sit down for a while?"

She looked a little scared!

If we get the dean excited again, at least she won't be wronged.

“Go on.”

Mr. Fu remained calm and hadn't considered that possibility.

Chu Lulu stood up, holding the reply letter. "Have you read it? The reply letter."

"If they really don't care, will they send a reply?"

“Even if we have more evidence, you have already said that the power of discourse lies with them.”

The instruments were manufactured by someone else, and the equipment was transported by someone else.

The power of discourse lies with them; at least, that's what Professor Fu and the dean have always believed.

But is that really the case?

"Our China is a vast country with abundant resources and a large population, making hospitals indispensable."

"How much revenue does their company make just from medical equipment?"

"They care."

"In fact, I care a lot about it!"

I noticed...

They complain about China's backwardness on one hand, but on the other hand, they have to make money off China on the other.

Because they are unwilling to give up the Chinese market.

My second master once said that in business negotiations, whoever gains more benefits first loses.

"Since you care so much, why not talk about it?"

Chu Lulu tilted her head, and handed the reply letter to the dean.

The dean held the reply letter, rubbing it over and over again, reading it over and over again even though he knew its contents.

Although I can't understand the English inside, I can understand the translated documents from the translation bureau.

The dean and Professor Fu exchanged a glance. "Let's talk."

The two spoke in unison.

Old Fu was a doctor; he had been a doctor his whole life and didn't understand the cutthroat world of business.

The dean is in charge of management; he is a retired military doctor and also a physician.

Their thinking focuses on addressing the patient's specific problems.

If the instrument malfunctions, we repair it.

They paid money to solve the problem, but unexpectedly, it caused further trouble.

Conspiracy theories are not suitable for hospitals.

"Same as always, you issue a reply, and it will be subject to diplomatic approval."

Old Fu put down his teacup and looked at Chu Lulu.

Chu Lulu agreed, "No problem."

hey-hey……

She enjoyed watching those foreigners scratching their heads, reluctant to give up the lucrative China, yet unable to swallow the bitter pill!

Five years of turmoil in China, and everything is back to zero?

Do you think you're a professional calculator user?

Reset to zero every day?

Chu Lulu's menu is finally finished. The head chef of the state-run restaurant spent more than two hours making it.

"Sister Lu, the food is here."

Xiao Liu knocked on the door, but the door didn't open; he simply replied from the doorway.

"Bring it in when it arrives, don't let Sister Lu go hungry."

The dean stood up abruptly, opened the door, and stretched out a hand.

Sister Lu is the kind of person who thinks about big things.

We can't let Sister Lu go hungry!

But Xiao Liu didn't bring out the food for a long time, and the two stared at each other for a while. Finally, the dean couldn't help but call out, "Food!"

Xiao Liu used to be quite clever, why is he acting a bit silly today?

"You can't carry it."

As Xiao Liu spoke, he pointed to the ground.

The white flour sacks contained two whole bags of flour...

The dean's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. Did he see two bags of vegetables?

He was looking at two bags of money...

That's at least a month's salary for him!

"You got it back?"

"Give it to me."

Chu Lulu was really hungry. She carried a bag of flour in each hand, and the heavy bags felt like nothing in her hands.

"Dean?"

"Don't stand there, come inside and eat."

Chu Lulu casually took three lunchboxes of vegetables and three lunchboxes of rice, handed them to Old Master Fu and the Dean, and then started eating herself.

Writing a reply letter is easy, but to achieve your goal without making things awkward and leaving room for further discussion, you need to strike the right balance.

Old Fu took it, ate two bites, and then put it aside.

The dean held the lunchbox, looking at Chu Lulu with a sorrowful expression in his eyes.

As for Chu Lulu!

Her mouth swallowed mechanically, but her mind was racing with the contents of the reply.

"alright."

"I'll write it."

She suddenly put down her lunchbox, walked to her desk, and put the idea that had just been in her mind directly onto paper.

I wrote it in one go, without pausing at all.

After finishing writing, he handed the paper he had written to Mr. Fu.

First, there's a line of Chinese characters, followed by the translated English text.

After reviewing the document, Professor Fu and the dean exchanged a glance. Professor Fu then picked up the phone and contacted the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.

As for the dean, he looked at Chu Lulu with even more resentment in his eyes.

"You can't bear to part with it?"

"Dean! You can't just look at the immediate benefits; you have to think long-term."

"Think about it, if the negotiations succeed, how much money could be saved for China?"

"At least several hundred thousand!"

She likes brainwashing and all that!

Seeing that the dean was following her train of thought, Chu Lulu continued to work hard.