If the Tang Empire won, it would say to its opponents: "You damn well behave yourself in the future, or be careful that I wipe out your entire clan. Pay tribute obediently every year!"
<..."It's him!"
Ye Chong couldn't help but feel a little nervous. Although he had dealt with many officials of the court over the years, this was the first time he had dealt with Li Gang.
This was a renowned minister of the Song Dynasty.
"Why would he be interested in our textile machines? The Zhang family in Youzhou also produces textile machines, so it would be faster to purchase them from Youzhou."
"It's far from enough; Liaodong is in dire need of textile machines."
Zhao Huan leisurely sipped his tea. Compared to discussing politics in the imperial court, coming to Huaxing Trading Company was much more relaxing.
"Where's the car? Let me see."
Ye Chong scratched his head somewhat embarrassedly: "The car is still a little short."
"Oh, it's nothing, let me see."
"This way, Mr. Zhao."
Zhao Huan followed Ye Chong to the back, around the corridor of the backyard, and into a spacious workshop.
There are 337 cars inside, all of which are experimental models that have been continuously improved over the years.
From the most primitive first generation to the latest cars today.
Both its appearance and internal hardware configuration have been greatly improved.
Even its appearance doesn't look so stiff anymore.
Looking at the hundreds of failed cars, Zhao Huan felt a mix of emotions, including pride.
This was completed by him and Ye Chong together.
Of course, he knew nothing about industrial design and could only experience things from the client's perspective before rejecting them.
Usually, after he rejects something, Ye Chong will spend the whole night readjusting it.
Seven or eight years, countless nights, countless times of dissatisfaction.
Ye Chong introduced the latest car, and Zhao Huan nodded slightly in satisfaction just by looking at its appearance.
Ye Chong said somewhat shyly, "Master Zhao, the paint hasn't been applied yet."
Zhao Huan was slightly taken aback. What Ye Chong had said earlier about the problem was that the paint hadn't been applied yet.
Zhao Huan got in, started the car, and drove off quickly and easily.
For a fleeting moment, Zhao Huan even wondered if he had returned to the 21st century.
The car moved steadily forward, and Zhao Huan was filled with excitement.