You Were Told to Conduct an Industrial Survey, But You Researched the Dimension Foil Instead?

Initially, Lu Xingchen thought it was just an ordinary transmigration, and that Blue Star in this world was no different from before.

However, after some time, the world began to move towards...

Chapter 12 Is this material domestically produced?

Back to Boot City.

The political commissar conducted a rough investigation of the Ye Group.

The political commissar soon discovered that the entire Ye Group was rife with corruption.

The fishing gear produced previously was of extremely poor quality.

The higher-end products of Ye’s fishing rods are acceptable.

But the materials used are all outdated.

The political commissar was puzzled.

Can such a company really produce carbon fiber materials?

At night, the political commissar went fishing at Shenda Fishery.

Ye Liangcheng happened to be drunk and also stayed at the fishing ground.

After seeing the political commissar, Ye Liangcheng came over to chat in a daze.

"Uncle, is my fishing rod useful?"

The political commissar looked at this person and felt that he looked familiar.

At this time, the political commissar's guard looked at the ghostly face with disgust, walked over and blocked the unconscious Ye Liangcheng.

The political commissar indicated that it was okay and asked another guard to move a stool over for Ye Liangcheng.

"This fishing rod is certainly useful, young man."

"But is this really produced by the Ye Group?"

Ye Liangben was a self-deceiving person, and he immediately beat his chest and stamped his feet.

"That has to be it! It's the only one of its kind in the country! Our group keeps it extremely secret! No one else can pull it off!"

The political commissar's expression changed slightly when he heard this.

"So where is your factory and what is your production volume?"

Ye Liangcheng smiled and stretched out a finger, shaking it back and forth.

"Shh! Trade secrets! Are you up to something?"

"I'll tell you! I figured this out all by myself! No one of you wants to know the secret of this fishing rod!"

After saying that, Ye Liang burped and staggered back.

The political commissar felt a little uncomfortable when he saw Ye Liangcheng in such a terrible state.

After a period of helplessness, the political commissar was still half-believing and half-doubting.

"A genius who could develop carbon fiber actually looks like this? Impossible! Absolutely impossible..."