Lao Gong rode a motorcycle outside for two hours. Although it was really cold, after all, when the speed increased, the wind hit his face, which was very painful.
But he was happy in his heart, because this was not just about the motorcycle, it was about his father's life. From an abandoned child of a family to a despised descendant of the family, how could Old Gong not be happy?
Of course, this is not the most important thing. The most important thing is that he has never thought that one day he would be able to sell his products abroad. Now every time he thinks of it, he feels very excited.
He pushed the motorcycle in, not caring even though there were many people standing in the yard, "Zhao Lei, I tell you, this motorcycle is absolutely amazing."
"Tell me what's the problem." Zhao Lei interrupted him quickly. If he didn't intend to talk, this kid would definitely keep nagging.
Old Gong was very dissatisfied as why he was not allowed to brag about how good the motorcycle was. Even though he was unhappy, he knew that it was important to do it now, so he told him about some minor problems he had encountered.
"It's not a big problem. It's much better than the motorcycle I used to ride..." It feels much better to ride.
"To be honest, if motorcycles could have roofs like cars, I could ride motorcycles all year round." It's not that cars aren't cool enough, but that when others are in the car, they can't see the envious expressions of the people around them at all.
Zhao Lei did not record the old man's suggestion, "If you want a roof, you can drive a car, there is no need to drive a motorcycle."
“Don’t you think about how strong the wind will be when the motorcycle speeds up? If the roof is not installed properly, or if there is extreme weather and the wind is very strong, the roof may be blown away and fall on someone, what do you think we will do?” It’s not that there is no steel now, but this thing needs a permit to be purchased.
Many local industries and construction require steel. Even large state-owned enterprises have to bring letters of introduction and queue up at Beijing steel mills to pick up the goods.
Yes, Old Gong was still thinking about how to persuade Zhao Lei to agree to build a roof. But after hearing the whole story, he immediately gave up the idea. Although it was unlikely that the roof would be blown away by strong winds, what would he do if something went wrong?
Zhao Lei is really impatient to entertain people, especially since he has been busy with work recently and has to take care of his father-in-law. He is exhausted in various ways, so he just wants to let people continue to ride the motorcycle to see how it performs and how many kilometers some wear and tear will appear.
In short, developing a car is not the most important thing. It still depends on how many people buy it and how the after-sales service is. In short, developing a product is really not easy.
"Hurry up and go socialize with them." Zhao Lei whispered in Old Gong's ear.
Socializing? For Zhao Lei to say this, he must be very capable or have a great family background. He didn't see anyone coming just now, and he had only been out for a short while, and someone actually came.
He looked around and found that some of them were acquaintances or people he knew. Old Gong kept muttering to himself, isn't he going out for a social event?
Obviously, he could be considered as someone Zhao Lei knew, but judging from his attitude, he didn't want to stand out. Alas, Old Gong was very unhappy, but there was nothing he could do. He didn't dare to let Zhao Lei stand out. What if those people really had no moral principles and directly snatched the person away? What would he do then?
Old Gong greeted them one by one and was about to ask them why they came, "I heard that there is a cool motorcycle whizzing through the streets and alleys. Can we not pay a little attention to it?"
Old Gong couldn't help but look embarrassed, "I can't help it, riding a bike is so exciting, I couldn't control myself for a moment."
"Is it really great?" A young man in his twenties was very excited.
Although the others were dissatisfied that a young boy had asked the question before them, they all wanted to know the answer to this question.
"This is the best motorcycle I've ever ridden. It's really nice."
"I don't know how to describe it to you," Old Gong finally said, "Forget it, I won't say it. Just try it yourself and you will know how good this car is."
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