Chapter 140: I didn’t warn you! Whoever’s son is his own son should take care of him!
Chapter 140: I didn’t warn you!
Yan Jiuru came to the paint shop.
The air was filled with the smell of paint, and although the factory was well ventilated, it still made people sneeze.
If you ask which part of Feiying Factory costs the most money besides the factory building, it must be the latest spraying technology and equipment that Yan Jiuru spent a lot of money to get from the West.
Most other processes are "hand rubbing", but spray painting is not possible. Even a small error will cause the surface to be rough like orange peel or drip. Therefore,
Their car shells are fully automated from the bottom layer phosphating to the anodic electrophoretic primer, electrostatic spraying of topcoat, and finally infrared drying.
The purpose of his coming here today was to mix the topcoat.
It is impossible to achieve the pearly luster of the paint surface that the Arab customer requested with current technology. The technical department has thought of many ways, such as adding shell powder or mica powder. A small amount can achieve the desired effect under laboratory conditions, but it still does not work in actual application.
Not to mention that the particle size of the powder greatly affects the uniformity of the paint. If the two are not completely dissolved, it will also cause precipitation. This matter cannot proceed and has to be reported to the factory director.
Since Yan Jiuru accepted the order, he must have an idea in mind.
He hadn't originally expected that existing technology could achieve the pearly luster effect.
Yan Jiuru entered his independent research and development room and took out a pile of aragonite from the storage talisman.
This was a few years ago when we helped the country find a large mine. There were a lot of malachite and aragonite in it. The country's focus is on copper, and these accompanying ores will only get in the way, and the benefits that can be obtained are not great.
Yan Jiuru: When you live long enough, you will realize that there is no useless thing, only uses that you haven't discovered.
As soon as the customer asked for a topcoat with a good gloss, he thought of the aragonite that he had been carrying in his pocket for who knows how long.
Generally speaking, this kind of mineral material is ground into extremely fine powder before use, but Yan Jiuru was born as a demon lord, how could he use such low-end technology?
He calcined it at high temperature, added other auxiliary materials to melt, and finally added a medium he had extracted, obtaining another colorless, transparent but colorful liquid.
As the light shines on it, it reflects pearl-like halos of different colors, which is simply beautiful.
Yan Jiuru felt that the effect was good, so he refined the aragonite in the remaining two storage talismans, and finally obtained a bucket of colorless and odorless liquid.
Yan Jiuru only took a measuring cup of 500 ml and mixed it with other topcoats. The amount of aragonite liquid added was different, and the final effect was also different.
He repeatedly tested and verified in the laboratory, and was so busy that it was almost time to leave work before he wrote down the final suitable ratio on a piece of paper and handed it to the team leader of the process group along with half of the aragonite solution: "All orders from the Arab region will use the new formula."
"Paint a car tomorrow and let me see the result."
As for the construction cost, it is naturally not cheap. However, the big oil companies have plenty of money, and as long as the money is in place, this cost is nothing.
However, Accountant Hu is going to have a headache again.
He saw the list handed over by the factory director and wondered how to record the cost of this advanced raw liquid. There was no purchase order for the raw materials and no invoice for the payment. . . .
Yan Jiuru: This is the accountant’s business, otherwise why would he spend money to hire an accountant!
Even if it is a cow, the milk it produces can be priced as cost, and the ore liquid he refines can naturally be priced as well.
***
Yan Jiuru drove his jeep home by himself, smelling of paint.
"Where's Mom?" He parked the car and habitually went into the house to look for his wife first.
If you don't see it, you have to ask.
Zhuangzhuang was playing with the two little ones with a golden hoop stick in the open space in front of the main house. He pinched his nose and took two steps back when he heard this. "Mom is going to deliver tomato sauce to Grandma Wang next door. She will be back soon."
It’s just a few steps away, otherwise I wouldn’t leave three children at home.
As they were talking, Chen Yin had already come in from outside. She had already seen the jeep inside the carved gate.
"Oh, what a smell! Go wash up and change your clothes."
Yan Jiuru glanced at his home. Well, with a wife and children, he felt so at ease.
He called his two sons to go wash with him to save their mother the trouble in the evening.
The three of them were giggling and laughing while washing, and they only stopped when Chen Yin shouted from outside, "Hurry up, come out for dinner."
***
For dinner, Chen Yin made noodles with tomato sauce. Of course, her son who studies martial arts and her husband also have big appetites, so this alone would not be enough.
There was also a pot of braised pork with tofu knots, a pot of stewed pork ribs with green beans, and a smashed cucumber on the table.
Yan Jiuru spent the entire afternoon in the laboratory refining aragonite, which consumed a lot of his spiritual energy and made him hungry. But when he saw the meat on the table, all his fatigue disappeared.
"Oh, my wife, you are so considerate. Tomorrow is the weekend, and you can eat meat today."
They still need coupons to buy meat. Usually, they don’t have time to rush to buy meat early in the morning because they are in school, so they usually have to wait until the weekend to eat meat.
The children and their younger brothers and sisters were eating silently, and Chen Yin also took care of the two younger ones to make sure they spilled some food.
The two little ones are not picky eaters and can easily eat spare ribs, but as a mother, they can still notice some differences. For example, Jingjing likes to eat beans, while Xiaohu likes to chew bones.
"You two should eat more too." Chen Yin picked up some pork ribs for Rusong and Ruyue, and said to Yan Jiuru, "We should all thank Rusong for being able to eat meat today."
As luck would have it, Rusong and a few classmates were looking for an opportunity to do good deeds, when they ran into an old farmer from the suburbs who was driving three pigs into the city to sell. They had thought they could save on transportation costs by killing the pigs when they got there, but the pigs were frightened by the car horn and ran away in all directions, with one of them heading towards Rusong and his friends.
Rusong thought he had some martial arts skills, so he immediately put his classmates behind him and started punching and kicking the pig himself. It wasn't a very pretty scene, but he managed to subdue the pig.
Don’t think it’s easy for people to eat pork all year round. Pigs will eat people when they get angry.
Rusong not only bravely protected his classmates, but also helped the old farmer drive all three pigs to the slaughterhouse.
The pigs were slaughtered and sold immediately. Rusong declined the pig's trotters that the old farmer wanted to give him as a thank you, and instead bought five pounds of pork ribs and three pounds of pork belly to take home.
Hehe, people don’t want any meat tickets to thank him.
Yan Jiuru happily stroked his brother's head: "Okay, not bad~"
The family had a delicious meal and was in a particularly good mood.
Otherwise, as the old saying goes, when you are well fed and warm, you will think about that.
Yan Jiuru decided: he would leave the good time of tonight to his wife, and let the man surnamed Zhao have another night of fun.
***
The next day, Saturday, neither of them had class in the first period of the morning.
Yan Jiuru got up early but didn't cook. She went out to buy soy milk, fried dough sticks, tofu pudding, and sesame seed buns for breakfast.
There was no need to call his younger brothers and sisters. They would get up, eat and go to school on their own. He would eat first.
My wife was too tired last night, so she should sleep until she wakes up naturally.
He left a note for Chen Yin, drove his jeep to take the children to elementary school and kindergarten, and then went to the factory himself.
Normally, today is Saturday and the factory has rotation days off, but they are currently recruiting, so the office and production supervisors who were originally scheduled to have a day off are also working overtime.
They are responsible for assessments and so on.
Yan Jiuru first went to his office, picked up the phone and called yesterday's number.
“Beep~beep~beep~”
After the phone rang three times, someone picked up.
"I'm looking for Zhao Ming." Yan Jiuru said directly.
Zhao Ming looked unhappy as he spoke on the phone. He had been out drinking with some friends last night, and when he got home the nanny told him that someone from Feiying was calling him.
For some reason, he intuitively felt that this Flying Eagle was not a person's name, but the Flying Eagle he was targeting!
But the other party actually asked him to wait for a call!
As agreed, they would meet at eight in the morning, so he forced himself to get up to listen to what the other party had to say, but it turned out to be half past eight!
He almost thought that the other party was making random calls on purpose to cause trouble.
"It's me. Who are you?" Zhao Ming changed his posture and put the receiver between his ears and neck.
Yan Jiuru sneered, "Why, aren't you waiting for my call?"
Why are you pretending!
Zhao Ming's expression changed, and he said with a stern face: "Who are you? How do you have my home phone number?"
"Haha, when you're trying to steal someone else's foreign exchange, don't you even ask around beforehand? Who am I? Of course I'm the one coming to settle the score with you."
Zhao Ming's heart skipped a beat, but he remained calm and continued, "Settling scores? What scores? I don't know you at all. If you're trying to threaten or intimidate me, I tell you, that won't work here!"
There was a sneer on the phone, and the person said, "I'm warning you, don't stretch your hand too far, or if someone cuts it off one day, don't blame me for not warning you."
Zhao Ming put down the phone and felt a throbbing pain in his head.
He raised his wrist to check the time, paced back and forth a few times in the house, then grabbed his hat, got on his bicycle and went out.
Mr. Zhao walked out slowly from the inner room, sat on the sofa, picked up the phone and dialed a number: "Well, help me check where the call just now came from..."
Humph, since the second kid won’t tell me, then he will ask himself. He still has some channels.
***
Let’s talk about Zhao Ming.
He rode hard to the head office building.
It’s just past nine o’clock now, and people at work are greeting each other, some are wiping tables, some are making tea, some are reading the morning newspaper...
Zhao Ming spotted Aunt Qian at first sight among a group of women who were competing to see whose clothes were more beautiful.
At this time, he had put on a nonchalant look, as if he didn't want to talk to anyone.
These kids who grew up in various compounds all have good physiques, and when they were young, they were invincible among the gangsters around them.
This person's temperament was gradually cultivated.
Even if he just walked towards that station nonchalantly, his presence could not be ignored.
Everyone saw it, and Aunt Qian naturally saw it too.
Although I only met him once when he was introduced to me, it was enough to leave a deep impression on me.
"Xiao Zhao, are you here to do business?"
Since it is working hours, no matter whether it is official business or personal business, it must be official business!
Zhao Ming straightened up and smiled: "I just happened to be passing by, and I have some business matters to consult you on."
"Look at you, why are you being so polite? If you have something to say, just give me a call. Why did you come all this way in person?"
Aunt Qian took Zhao Ming to the office and said, "Please sit down for a while. I'll arrange the work."
It took her only about half an hour to come over after she answered two phone calls and was busy with the work at hand for a while.
But Zhao Ming didn't have to wait too long.
***
"Why are you here? What's going on?"
Seeing that no one was around, Zhao Ming asked directly, "Who knows about Feiying Foreign Exchange intercepting funds?"
Aunt Qian was stunned by this question. After a moment's thought, she said, "No one. It's just you and me who are in charge of approving the transfers. There are no more than four of us."
In fact, they used Feiying's foreign exchange to intercept funds just to create a time difference.
As soon as foreign exchange comes in, the bank must report it to the State Administration of Foreign Exchange. This country has unified and strict requirements, and all foreign exchange must be "sold" to the country as required, and the price is also a fixed price, no less or no more.
It is no exaggeration to say that this is a forced sale, because it is a mandatory requirement.
However, there are the following countermeasures, and the time for operation is the period when enterprises apply for foreign exchange settlement.
In other words, although the money will be given to Feiying sooner or later, they can delay converting it into RMB for a while and keep it on the books in foreign currency.
Simply put, the foreign exchange that customers give to Feiying must be "sold" to the country after it enters the bank. However, there is a time difference between the time it must be sold and when it must be sold.
Applying for foreign exchange settlement at Feiying is equivalent to "selling" US dollars for RMB. As long as Feiying does not apply, the money will remain on the books.
The reality is that foreign exchange doesn't just sit there on your books for free. State-controlled purchases and sales, and businesses importing equipment and other items all require foreign exchange. Unused foreign exchange may be temporarily allocated to entities in urgent need, with settlement procedures provided afterward.
However, 1 US dollar only gives 1.5 RMB, and the exchange rate on the black market is at least 3 RMB. No one would be willing to exchange currency.
Therefore, Aunt Qian and Zhao Ming can use the foreign exchange on the books to make some quick money first, and after transferring it back once every three to two months, they can get tens or even hundreds of thousands of US dollars in profit.
What if you lose money?
Of course it’s served cold.
They do this because they are confident that they will not lose money. At most, it will be considered an operational error and they will be punished. They operate in the name of a trading company, not as individuals, so they can still be promoted in a few years.
Nothing will be delayed.
After all, whether you make a profit or a loss, it is all the country and the collective's money.
The only difference is that after the reform, when personal enterprises like Yan Jiuru are affiliated with the collective, the money belongs to the individual and is naturally closely watched.
If these two calls were not made to home but to the office or other places, Zhao Ming would not care, but it would not be acceptable to call home.
In the eyes of these people, home is the last fortress. No matter how hard they fight outside, their home must be stable.
Moreover, the phone numbers of families like theirs are generally not leaked. If the other party can call him, at least his connections are not worse than his.
Therefore, he suspected that there were people like him behind Feiying. "Maybe they thought we were overstepping our bounds and wanted to teach us a lesson?"
Aunt Qian was surprised and said, "That's impossible? Wasn't Feiying a small collective factory with only a dozen or twenty people at that time?
Is this what you call having someone behind you?
I'm sorry she can't understand.
Zhao Ming also said angrily: "My old man has been keeping a close eye on me lately. I'm worried that someone will complain to him or something."
Of course, he wouldn't tell Aunt Qian about the threats he received over the phone. It was better for him to keep this kind of thing to himself. It would be embarrassing enough to tell anyone else.
Aunt Qian opened her mouth and said, "Should we do this?" Anyway, she would benefit from it if she did it, and it wouldn't bother her if she didn't do it.
Zhao Ming really couldn't let go of the benefits he was about to get, so he gritted his teeth and said, "Wait for my call. I'll go and find out if there's anything going on."
Before he could ask anything, the old man got the result.
"What's the Flying Eagle Automobile Factory? What's that kid got involved with?"
"Oh, it's an exported children's car? What? So expensive?!"
The old man was also surprised to hear that more than 20 million US dollars were sold at one exhibition.
After hearing this, Mr. Zhao had some idea in his mind.
How can you not know what your grandson is like?
It must be something to do with foreign exchange, otherwise they wouldn't be calling me at home. Who knows, they might even come knocking on my doorstep next.
The old man pondered for a moment and asked, "What is the origin of this flying eagle?"
The other party only replied with four words, and the old man knew that this must be stopped.
Whoever has the son should take care of him!
The old man picked up the phone and called: "Hello, Lao Er~"
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