Zuo Yan returned home.
Today is unusually strange; I just took off my shoes.
He saw his mother and wife staring at him, along with his six-year-old son and two-year-old daughter, all looking at him with equally serious expressions.
Perhaps from staring at it for too long, the daughter rubbed her eyes and stretched out her chubby little hand in a childish voice: "Daddy..."
"Hey!" Zuo Yan immediately broke into a big smile, walked over, picked up his daughter, and asked, "What happened?"
"Honey, is what's written in the newspaper true?" Xiuli asked cautiously.
"Newspaper? What newspaper?" Zuo Yan has been very busy lately.
The workshop was undergoing some renovations. Wang Shouren's management regulations didn't require bookworms, but rather someone with a comprehensive understanding of workshop production. He hadn't been just coasting along in the workshop all these years. Kui Datou had once told him that if he wanted to advance, he needed to read more and think more; for this reason, he had even spent some time in Workshop Two.
After struggling in the factory for five whole years, he finally became a workshop director.
Becoming a workshop director doesn't mean everything is settled; there are many more things to consider. Therefore, in addition to his work, he now spends a lot of time studying every day.
Of course, this kind of learning is not without reward.
He receives a generous reward every time he comes up with something innovative.
"This is it." Xiuli carefully took a newspaper and handed it to Zuo Yan.
Zuo Yan glanced down at the screen a few times, then his brows furrowed slightly. The more he looked, the angrier he became: "Isn't this nonsense? Do you think I don't know how this factory got started?!"
“I also find it strange, but with this much fuss in the newspapers, I’m afraid your factory has attracted attention.” Mrs. Zuo nodded.
The legend of this factory is deeply rooted in Beijing.
Everyone outside knows "Dayun," but in reality, reports about "Dayun" only mention that the motorcycle was manufactured domestically and successfully exported. Very few people actually mention the factory. People just know the brand exists, but nobody knows anything about the factory itself. Now, it's starting to become famous. And this fame isn't for anything good.
Zuo's mother saw through these rumors very clearly.
In her time, people would encounter all sorts of troubles once they became successful, hence the old saying, "Don't flaunt your wealth."
The current state of the motorcycle factory is clearly due to the machinations of malicious individuals.
"Will this... have any impact?" Xiuli hesitated for a moment before asking.
She's living a good and fulfilling life now. Besides housework, she spends her days learning. Her husband says that without learning, she won't be able to educate their children, and their future depends on how much she knows. This is very important. So, she studies diligently, intending to teach their children in the future. Now she has something to look forward to, and she can enjoy delicious food. She can eat her favorite fried chicken every day if she wants.
She doesn't want her current life to disappear.
"Heh." Zuo Yan sneered, "Don't worry, nothing will happen."
"Are you really alright?"
"I'm really fine!" Zuo Yan said decisively.
Is there something wrong?
There is a little, but it's not a big deal.
Actually, the main issue here is with domestic sales. After the newspaper was published, quite a few people initiated returns, and the number of returns wasn't small. Their reasons were quite valid: "You're a capitalist now, I can't use your brand." But as for whether this had any impact on Wang Shouren's factory, it really didn't have much of an effect.
There aren't many people in China who can afford to buy a car right now.
Most of Wang Shouren's sales came from overseas; the amount he made domestically was not even a fraction of what he made abroad.
However, things cannot remain as they are.
Qin Jingru grew more anxious each day, while Xu Jiaguo grew happier each day.
Because his motorcycle factory finally started producing in large quantities, and the newspaper mentioned his factory and brand, many unsuspecting viewers bought his motorcycles. Regardless, patriotism still existed. Supporting domestically produced goods is perfectly acceptable. Actually, the reputation of domestically produced goods was only tarnished later on.
As for why they've become corrupt, most domestic products have been ruined by the influx of capital.
First, they acquire shares; then they lower the quality of domestically produced goods; finally, they sell their own products on the market. This is an old trick.
In a sense, Wang Shouren's factory was their stumbling block.
Therefore, Wang Shouren wasn't worried at all. He figured losing some sales was fine; the higher-ups would eventually give him an answer. But he didn't expect the answer to be so terrifying.
Factory Director's Office.
"What the heck?!" Wang Shouren stared in disbelief at the mayor before him. "Seriously?"
“That’s right, we received instructions from above, and they even told us that we can say whatever we want, they won’t stop us…”
Wang Shouren swallowed hard. Even with his extensive experience in battle, he never expected such a turn of events.
Good grief, four episodes of the evening news in a row?
What kind of treatment is this? What kind of ridiculous behavior is this?
"Isn't this a bit too outrageous? Can't we change the time?" Wang Shouren felt that this matter was too serious.
"No, this is what the higher-ups want; it's a special episode for the 'News Broadcast.' Four days." Dongfang Fuxing held up four fingers: "The most crucial thing is, how to film it is up to you, and they'll fully cooperate. Time is tight, and the task is heavy, so think carefully about how to do it."
"I get to decide how the filming is done?" Wang Shouren pointed to himself incredulously.
"yes."
Wang Shouren fell silent, his fingers lightly tapping on the table.
He had considered many ways to compensate him. In fact, after such an incident, no matter how he reacted, his superiors would definitely help him resolve the matter. It was just a matter of how much benefit he could gain from it. All along, he had been secretly conveying his ideas to his superiors: openness was actually another war, an economic war.
They were afraid that the country would suffer a great loss in this regard.
But now, he has suddenly been given an opportunity, an opportunity to spread his ideas.
Moreover, he was advised to make the decision on this matter, but was there a problem with it? He didn't know.
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