"As for the patent issue, you still get to use their engines, don't you? You can't blame Wang Shouren for that."
"But the leader..."
"No buts. The Patent Law was enacted in 1981. I don't believe you don't know that." Li Weiguo looked at Xu Jiaguo.
I felt a little helpless.
He didn't understand why, even now, he still couldn't see the situation clearly.
If Wang Shouren really wants to take this seriously, then Xu Jiaguo's so-called motorcycle factory will absolutely not be able to continue operating. Because the Patent Law clearly stipulates certain matters, Xu Jiaguo is indeed infringing on patents.
If Wang Shouren really wanted to kill him, he could have gone straight in the moment Xu Jiaguo took over the motorcycle factory.
As one of the rule-makers, Li Weiguo was fully aware of how many traps Wang Shouren had laid. Moreover, thanks to Zhao Wuliang's popular science education over the years, he was no longer completely ignorant of the world across the ocean. He knew what economic warfare and commercial warfare were.
“Well, leader, I…” Xu Jiaguo was in a very bad mood, extremely bad.
The point of living is to do things.
When it comes to doing things, success is naturally joyful, while failure is upsetting, but success or failure doesn't really matter. What's most frightening is being stuck in the middle, neither here nor there. He can't move forward, nor can he change course. Moreover, he knows that this is the old leader's last act of kindness towards him; if he can't revitalize the factory, then by the end of the year...
During the liquidation process, this anxiety gradually increases over time.
The current sales situation in China is not what it was in Wang Shouren's previous life, although there are also products from foreign-invested enterprises.
However, the quality of domestic products is not bad, their appearance is also good, and they are willing to spend money on advertising. Wang Shouren doesn't charge much for the patents he licenses out; he takes the lion's share, and the factories take a small share.
They practically swallowed up the entire domestic market, leaving foreign capital with little more than scraps.
You ask them why they still need the domestic market? The answer is naturally low cost. Most foreign companies are interested in producing domestically and then shipping it abroad. Frankly, they don't care much about the Chinese market. After all, the total sales of motorcycles in 1984 were only around 100,000 units. It wasn't that time yet.
I dragged my tired body home.
Xu Jiaguo was standing in front of his house, and before he even went inside, he heard a series of wailing sounds.
He paused for a moment, then quickly opened the door and went into the room.
"Yingying? Yingying?!" Xu Jiaguo called out several times, but there was no response. He could only hear his child crying in a hoarse voice. He panicked and rushed to the bedroom, thinking something had happened.
When he entered the bedroom, he saw his son crying desperately, unable to get off the bed. He had specially arranged for the bed to be made in case his son fell off. Qian Qingying wasn't very good at taking care of children, so he had used his connections to find a live-in nanny to look after the child, paying her a monthly salary. Today happened to be the nanny's day off.
Logically speaking, Qian Qingying shouldn't have gone out.
When the child saw his father return, he stretched out his hand: "Daddy! I'm hungry!"
"Okay, okay... I'll go get you something to eat right away."
The child can already walk and run, and is three years old this year. He is also very sensible. He probably wouldn't have acted like this if he hadn't been extremely hungry.
After a flurry of activity, he finally managed to get the food ready and feed the child. The child, probably exhausted from crying, patted his stomach after eating and fell asleep again. It was only then that he realized something was wrong: where was Qian Qingying so late at night?
These days, going out late at night is quite dangerous. Any normal person would stay home at night.
He looked around and saw a letter left on the table.
The ominous premonition grew stronger.
He hurriedly opened the letter and began to read it carefully.
The more he looked, the worse his complexion became; by the end, he was deathly pale.
He stared at the letter in disbelief, as if trying to glean some important message from it, then looked back at his child.
A man walked into the living room and started smoking one cigarette after another.
He rarely smokes at home; there are children at home, and Qian Qingying doesn't like the smell of smoke either.
But today, his frustration has reached its peak.
Qian Qingying ran away...
The letter made it very clear that Qian Qingying only wanted his money, not him; from the very beginning, she had only been deceiving him.
Even the name itself is fake.
He lay dejectedly on the sofa, staring at the ceiling, motionless. His mind didn't want to work, not even a little bit. If it did, he would think of that letter from earlier. As his thoughts drifted away, one cigarette after another lit up in his hand.
For some reason, he thought of Yunmeng.
"Yunmeng, I will definitely work hard in the future to give you, the children, and your parents a good life!"
At that time, her parents were still alive, and the four of them squeezed into a small room. Yunmeng smiled and gently stroked her slightly protruding belly. She didn't say anything, but her eyes were full of love when she looked at him.
“Yunmeng, look at you, why couldn’t you have given birth to a boy? If you had given birth to a boy, my father wouldn’t have had to hold on until his last breath.”
He was complaining, while she just held her daughter tightly with red eyes and didn't say a word. His mother was trying to persuade him, but he continued to hurl his vicious words.
Later, after his parents passed away, he became increasingly indifferent to Yunmeng.
Or rather, he became increasingly obsessed with power.
That night, he returned home drunk again. She gently wiped him down and softly told him not to drink so much. But he didn't listen; he felt she didn't understand anything. They even had a heated argument.
Even when the argument was fierce, Yunmeng stubbornly continued to explain her reasoning.
“We don’t have anyone above us. Don’t you know how many people are eyeing our positions? You have to be extremely careful. You can’t afford to make a single wrong move, or you’re finished…”
"Are you ever going to stop? Do you think you know better than me? If Wang Shouren could do it, why can't I? Who do you think you are? Have you ever been an official? Do you think my position is so easy? I don't drink, I don't socialize, so who will care about me? Get lost, I get annoyed just looking at you."
That night, he slapped her because she still wanted to lecture him.
After that, the couple rarely communicated. Later, Qian Qingying came into his life; she was always so gentle and considerate.
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