Chapter 471 Five Yuan for a Machine Tool!
"They're insane! They're all insane!" Huo Wenxuan exclaimed, his face flushed with excitement, slamming a stack of orders onto the table. "That Chanel distributor in France is willing to trade three production lines for our European distribution rights! And that American socialite said that if we leave her ten bottles, she'll find a way to ship over the batch of high-precision lathes that her husband has that are under embargo!"
"Ten bottles for a lathe?" Su Yue twirled her pen and said casually, "Tell her that the raw materials used in this batch of 'Eternal Light' are too scarce, there are only five bottles. If she wants to exchange them, she'll need two more centrifuges."
"This...this is outrageous!" Huo Wenxuan swallowed hard. "How much does this even cost? Five yuan?"
"Mr. Huo, are you selling face cream?" Su Yue stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the factory under expansion in the distance. "What you're selling is youth, the confidence that allows women to outshine everyone else in the world of fame and fortune. This kind of thing is priceless."
“Moreover,” Su Yue turned around, revealing a set of small white teeth, “we need to earn foreign exchange, buy the best equipment, and manufacture the best medicine. This is called taking from the West and using it for China.”
Huo Wenxuan looked at the woman in front of him who was smiling like a little fox and couldn't help but shiver.
Fortunately, she was one of our own.
Otherwise, if she sells you out, you'll probably have to help her count the money.
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On a sunny weekend on the island, you just want to sleep.
The Gu family's courtyard was as bustling as a vegetable market.
Yang Yiyi and Chu Jingya came to visit with their child. The three women sat under the grape trellis, chatting and eating melon seeds, while the men busied themselves preparing lunch in the kitchen.
In the center of the courtyard, a huge straw mat was laid out.
Four children are engaged in a "battle of the century".
Three-year-old Gu Ping'an, dressed in a sailor shirt, stood on a small stool, holding a sandalwood pistol, giving a pre-battle speech.
"Listen to my command! Our objective today is to capture that sand pile!" Gu Ping'an pointed his gun at a pile of construction sand in the corner of the yard. "Anyone who dares to cry will be disqualified from eating candy!"
His "soldiers" sat below him.
One-and-a-half-year-old Yun Ting, the chubby little boy from Yang Yiyi's family who had just learned to walk, was drooling and looking at Gu Ping'an with an expression of adoration.
He clutched a leftover chicken leg bone tightly in his hand, using it as a bayonet.
"Charge...charge!" Yun Ting shouted in his childish voice, but as soon as he stood up, he tripped over his own diaper and fell to the ground with a thud. However, he didn't cry and got up to continue charging.
"This silly boy takes after his father; he can take a beating." Yang Yiyi couldn't help but laugh and scold her son as she looked at his simple-minded appearance.
On the other side, Chu Jingya's son, Gu Qing, was sitting quietly in the corner of the mat.
Holding a twig, he drew lines on the ground that no one could understand.
That focused expression was exactly the same as when Gu Beixiao was creating.
"This child is too quiet. I'm afraid he'll be bullied in the future," Chu Jingya said with some concern.
"Wenjing?" Su Yue peeled a lychee and popped it into her mouth, then pointed to the battle situation. "Take a closer look."
Gu Ping'an led Yun Ting in a charge, about to capture the sand dune high ground.
Suddenly, a soft "boom" was heard.
The sand beneath Gu Ping'an's feet collapsed, revealing a trap that had been dug long ago.
Although Gu Pingan reacted quickly and managed to brace himself against the edge with one hand, Yun Ting behind him rolled right in and ended up covered in mud.
On top of the sand dune, Gu Ningjing was sitting cross-legged, holding a remote control in her hand—an experimental waste product discarded by Su Yue.
"Brother, you lost." Gu Ningjing, with her two pigtails sticking up, looked calm. "I changed the terrain map a long time ago. That trap was the mechanical support point I calculated. As long as someone weighs more than 30 pounds, it will collapse."
Gu Ping'an climbed out of the pit, spat out the sand in his mouth, and instead of being angry, his eyes lit up: "You calculated that? Great! From now on, when we fight, you can calculate from behind, and we'll be invincible!"
The three women were dumbfounded.
"Who...who did this inherit from?" Yang Yiyi's mouth dropped open.
“Regardless of who inherited it from.” Su Yue patted the sunflower seed shells off her hands and looked at the “future pillars” in the yard. “Anyway, this island of ours is probably not going to be peaceful from now on.”
In the kitchen, Gu Beichen carried out a large bowl of pickled fish. Looking at his son, who was covered in dirt, and his daughter, who looked smug, he shook his head helplessly.
"Dinner's ready!" he shouted.
The four children instantly stopped fighting and rushed towards the dining table like four little cannonballs.
"Wash your hands!" Gu Beichen shouted.
The four figures braked suddenly in unison, turned left, and ran towards the pool.
Sunlight streamed into the courtyard, and steam rose from the food. This was the life Su Yue wanted.
It has the passion of gunfire and the warmth of chaos.
"Oh, right," Su Yue suddenly remembered something during the meal, "Lin Zhihong sent a telegram saying that our whole family has been invited to the annual meeting in Hong Kong. I heard that some people there are not happy about it and want to give our Blue Ocean a hard time."
Gu Beichen picked up a piece of fish belly meat for Su Yue and removed all the bones.
"A show of force?" He sneered, his gaze sweeping over the group of unruly children who were wolfing down their food.
"Perfect timing. Let's take this 'Boy Scout' group to broaden their horizons. We can also teach those Hong Kong locals what rules are."
In 1973, the air in Hong Kong was filled with the briny smell of Victoria Harbour and the bustling atmosphere of Kowloon Walled City, and of course, the extravagant smell of money.
Tsim Sha Tsui Pier.
A passenger ship from Guangzhou slowly docked at the shore.
The ship's horn blared for a long time, startling several circling seagulls into flight.
Su Yue held Gu Ningjing's hand, while Gu Beichen carried Gu Ping'an in one arm. The family of four followed the flow of people down the gangway.
They were wearing the most common gray-blue uniforms on the mainland, and in this port city dock where bell-bottoms and floral shirts were everywhere, they stood out like a drop of water falling into a frying pan.
"Mommy, the buildings here are so tall, like giant building blocks." Gu Ningjing looked up at the skyscrapers of Central in the distance. Her little face showed no amazement, but rather a calmness as if she were calculating the structure of the buildings.
"The light pollution from that glass curtain wall is excessive," the little girl wrinkled her nose and gave a professional assessment.
Gu Pingan, on the other hand, was much more excited.
He straddled Gu Beichen's shoulders, still clutching the sandalwood pistol he hadn't been able to ship, and warily scanned his surroundings: "Dad, is that the high ground we're supposed to capture?"
He was referring to the Peninsula Hotel's iconic green roof.
“That’s where we sleep.” Gu Beichen patted his son’s bottom. “Put the gun away. This isn’t a drill ground.”
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