There is no straight and flat road in this world, and there will be no smooth life for people.

Everything seemed to be going too smoothly for Wan Feng recently. His career was going well and he had a son. Maybe God felt it was unpleasant, so the bumps and bruises finally appeared.

No matter you are a person standing at the top of a position or a countryman tilling the fields, no one's life will always be smooth.

There is an old saying that people will experience three periods of poverty and three periods of richness until they grow old. Although this statement cannot be said to be 100% correct, it still summarizes the general curve of a person's life.

When Wu Chuan called Wan Feng's office, he was very surprised.

"Minister Wu! Where are you calling from?"

"Of course I'm at work, and I have some bad news for you."

Wan Feng's eyebrows jumped: "Minister Wu! What bad news?"

"Some people want us to give GSM mobile phones to foreigners."

Wan Feng took a deep breath and suppressed his racing heartbeat: "Minister Wu! Who told you to do that?"

"Don't ask me about that. They're quite powerful anyway, and their excuse is legitimate: foreign technology is superior, and domestic manufacturers simply can't produce qualified products."

You really can't refute this reason.

As soon as Wu Chuan mentioned this, Wan Feng knew what was going on.

Ai Lixin is really capable and can even influence the people above her.

Wu Chuaneng found Baba calling to tell him that the mobile phone he gave him last time was useful.

A mobile phone and opening an account cost more than 10,000 yuan, so it is useful after all.

Although Wan Feng really dislikes such methods, this is the reality and he cannot escape it.

"Minister Wu, so what you mean by them is that everything will be transferred to foreigners?"

"They wanted to transfer all the production to foreigners. After we argued with them, they agreed to leave some market share for domestic manufacturers."

Haha, leaving some market share for domestic manufacturers? How much is this share?

"Minister Wu! You are the responsible authority, so you have the final say."

"Hey! Xiao Wan! Some things are hard for us to handle. This time, the foreign manufacturer didn't even take us seriously and directly contacted someone else. I was hoping our own manufacturer could take over this order. After all, it's better to keep the money within the family. But the person they contacted is very powerful, and it's difficult for us to deal with it."

"So the contract we signed is no longer binding, right?"

The contract has been signed, and now you're telling me to give it to someone else?

"Xiao Wan! The contract signed by the state is of course valid, but Huaguang will probably have to give up some of its share of this market. How about you and the foreign merchant each splitting the market half?"

"Minister Wu! I understand your difficulties, but it's impossible to give half to foreigners. I have no interest in working on this project with foreigners."

There are huge profits in this field. If the competing manufacturer is domestic, it doesn't matter if he sells half of it, but it is not okay to sell it to foreigners.

"How about this, I'll carry it for you for a while. If you have any connections, you can go and see if we can prevent it from being divided among outsiders." Wu Chuan really hopes that domestic companies can carry out this project.

"Then thank you, Minister Wu. Let me take a look."

After hanging up the phone, Wan Feng fell into deep thought.

Connections? He doesn't seem to have any. He does know quite a few people in the semiconductor industry, but the country doesn't like the semiconductor industry anymore, so it's clear how little say people in this industry have.

Probably the only person we can find is Zhu Guoxiong.

But the military and local governments are two different concepts, and the military has no control over local governments.

Are we just going to watch this big piece of meat being divided into two halves by Ai Lixin?

Wan Feng was really unwilling to give it up, and he absolutely could not give it to foreigners.

Looking for someone from Shanghai?

This approach is feasible. Many of the core members are from Shanghai. If we can find someone from the Shanghai Municipal Party Committee, we can really pass on the message.

However, Wan Feng really doesn't intend to have too deep interactions with people in official circles unless it's absolutely necessary. Getting too close to people in official circles is definitely not a good thing.

But if I don't look for it this time, this piece of fat meat is bound to be divided up by someone else, and maybe even more than half of it will be taken away.

Should I look for it or not?

Just when Wan Feng was hesitating, the phone rang and the guard called.

"Boss Wan! There's someone claiming to be your grandfather at the factory gate."

Wan Feng didn't even answer the call. He threw the phone away and flew away like a bird.

Wan Feng flew to the door and saw Zhu Guoxiong standing at the door in plain clothes, followed by a guard also in plain clothes.

A taxi drove away not far away.

"Oh! Grandpa! If you have anything to say, just give me a call and I'll come over. It's a long and arduous journey, and if you come here, what if..."

"Humph! You mean I'm old and afraid of accidents on the road?"

For some reason, Zhu Guoxiong felt that nothing good could come out of this guy's mouth.

Wan Feng went up to hold Zhu Guoxiong's arm and said, "That's not what I meant. How could I dare to curse you into having an accident? I was worried that you might get sick on the way. What if you end up in the middle of nowhere? So, if there's anything you can't explain over the phone in the future, I'll come over, okay?"

"That sounds like human language."

"Actually, Grandpa, you have always had a prejudice against me. Everything I say is human."

Everything that comes out of people's mouths is human words.

"Have you eaten? If not, let's go eat."

Zhu Guoxiong did not object to Wan Feng's suggestion.

So, Wan Feng went into the factory and drove Zhu Guoxiong to Wankou Hotel.

The young guard refused to sit at the table, so Wan Feng had to ask Liang Hongying to prepare two dishes for him and let him drink by himself.

Wan Feng and Zhu Guoxiong had four side dishes each.

Zhu Guoxiong didn't drink white wine this time, he just ordered a bottle of beer.

After two bites of food, Zhu Guoxiong was about to speak when Wan Feng spoke first.

"Grandpa! Is this about those electromagnetic experts we brought back this time?"

"You know?"

"How fresh! I brought the person back, so of course I have to know."

"Hey! Xiao Wan! What exactly does this electromagnetic expert do?"

"Grandpa! You're such a senior official, but you don't know what electromagnetism is?"

"Alas! I'm old and useless now. I don't understand the point of many things anymore. It seems I really should retire."

Technology is advancing with each passing day, and one day some technology may emerge that old people like Zhu Guoxiong cannot understand.

Zhu Guoxiong is over sixty years old this year, and it is indeed time for him to enjoy a peaceful life.