Rebirth: Let's Talk About 1984

According to reports, this story begins at an entirely unscientific moment: Zhou Ziye, a designer who rose from creating counterfeit mobile phones, suddenly time-traveled back to the year 1984.

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27. The octopus was so big it caused the pot to burst.

If word gets out that a foreigner was scammed, it won't just be an international joke; it could even cause a diplomatic incident.

"Xing Baohua, don't do anything reckless! Follow the factory's arrangements. Are you inviting them here for dinner or trying to get them to do business? Let me tell you, this stuff can't be sold!" one of the factory staff members quickly said to Xing Baohua.

Petermont, annoyed at being interrupted from negotiating the price, glared fiercely at the person who had spoken. He knew that if he brought this set back to America, he could fetch at least two or three times the price.

Americans are very enthusiastic about anything that can make money.

I'll sell anything as long as there's a chance to make money and the price is right.

After finding out what was going on from the female translator, Petermont asked Xing Baohua, "Does this little thing not belong to you?"

“My friends and I created it ourselves, and I own all of it,” Xing Baohua said.

"Then why won't they let you sell it to me?"

“There are many reasons for this, and I can’t explain them clearly, but I will not sell this one to you. It is my life’s work, and I want to keep it as a memento,” Xing Baohua said.

Petermont said with a wry smile, "Xing, you're shameless. Are you trying to raise the price? Okay, thirty thousand US dollars, but I don't have that much cash to pay you. Can you accept a check?"

“A check will do, but it would be better if you could trade it for half cash and half digital chips, or give me other chips of equal value,” Xing Baohua said.

"With the chips, wouldn't you be able to manufacture even more of these?" Petermont wasn't stupid. He directly pointed out Xing Baohua's next move.

"No, I have other uses for it. Maybe I can make something more fun," Xing Baohua continued. After planning for so long, the fish has taken the bait, so it's time to figure out how to kill it.

Of course, what he never expected was that the fish was too big, and things went wrong. It needed to alert the authorities, and the subsequent changes were beyond Xing Baohua's control.

“Xing, you’re too cunning. But I like your way of doing things. OK, let’s sign a contract, and George and Reeber can be our witnesses,” Petermont said happily, exchanging a glance with George.

Xing Baohua saw all of this. He understood the nature of these Americans all too well. Why buy it? To copy it! The components were too easy to replicate; even the code in the chip could be cracked. It was clear that Xing Baohua didn't have any patents in America.

But it doesn't matter. Xing Baohua can give up these things. As for bait, if he doesn't bring out something real, will they take the bait?

Xing Baohua added, "Guys, if any of you are willing to be my agent, I think it can bring in more profits."

Petermont, who had been rather pleased, shook his head and said, "We're in the mechanical business, not the celebrity business. We can't help you at all, Xing."

George seemed to understand something and asked, "Do you mean you want us to help you sell the gadgets you've made in America?"

Xing Baohua shook his head slightly and said, "It's not about selling products, it's about selling an idea."

This time, the three foreigners didn't understand. They knew the concept, but this product wouldn't sell well!

“Tell me more,” George asked.

“Take this little gadget for example,” Xing Baohua said, pointing to the tube amplifier. “They help me apply for patents for the things I design, and then sell the patents to other factories.”

“Sounds good,” George said with a shrug.

“I don’t just have one product. Let me show you my designs.” With that, Xing Baohua walked to his workbench and took out three or five drawings from a drawer.

Several people were gathered around the workbench, studying the blueprints, pointing and gesturing, and having a heated discussion.

Five or six people around them watched them discuss. They exchanged glances and glances.

Su Ya stared at Xing Baohua's serious expression, somewhat mesmerized. Was this still the same unserious person?

Why does he speak so bluntly?

The more I think about it, the more embarrassed I get. How can I prevent my new boyfriend from not doing *that*...?

The two people in the factory office exchanged glances, and one of them said, "Xing Baohua is up to no good! He's using the guise of receiving foreign guests to sell his own goods. You watch, I'm going to the director. This matter must be reported."

“Go ahead, I don’t know what they were discussing. Ask the translator later. Did they sell it privately? Goodness, thirty thousand US dollars! He really dared to ask for it! How much money is that?” another person from the factory office said.

The female translator listened intently from beginning to end, almost dumbfounded. Is this how things are done?

Her first thought was to report this to the Foreign Affairs Office as soon as possible, saying that they needed to send someone else to handle the matter, as she didn't know how to deal with it.

If there had been someone from the Foreign Affairs Office present, Xing Baohua's open-ended conversation would have been prevented. Even if the items belonged to him, it wouldn't have been permissible; speaking without the relevant department's approval is a violation of discipline.

Xing Baohua didn't quite understand the rules of the 1980s. Although cautious, he always walked a dangerous line. One wrong move and he could be doomed.

Director Liu arrived quickly on his bicycle, looking rather unwell. He had specifically arranged for two factory office staff to accompany him, fearing that Xing Baohua might cause trouble.

Although Su Ya was also a factory worker, what did a young girl like her know? Besides, she was friends with Xing Baohua and the others, so she was of no use at all.

After Director Liu entered the room, he went straight to Xing Baohua and said, "Tell the three of them that I need to talk to you about something, please excuse me for a moment."

This led to Xing Baohua being called out, and after walking a few steps away from the entrance, he was subjected to a severe scolding.

"Look what you've done! Even when you're trying to extort money, you don't do it like this."

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