Chapter 419 Don't talk like that next time. I have a bad heart.
The phone leaked, and Song Yiwa heard it nearby. She immediately said, "I'm willing to give you the photos, but you have to wait a few days. I haven't taken any photos yet."
Gao Nan immediately said, "Then I'll go take pictures with you in a bit! If you hadn't told me, I wouldn't have remembered it. I've never taken pictures before."
Cheng Hui...when she first moved into the villa, she took several photos of everyone.
Did he lose his memory or was he in love?
Then she wanted to see Song Eva even more.
It would be bad enough if Ma Xiaohong was accidentally allowed into the Gao family, but if any other new people came into the family, she would have to review and approve them!
It's so domineering.
Otherwise, one bad apple spoils the whole barrel... She was afraid that someone would poison her during the family dinner!
After hanging up the phone, Cheng Hui saw several pairs of curious and worried eyes on the other side.
Yesterday, Cheng Hui told Gao Qiao, Gao Zhi and others that Gao Lao San had remarried and found a new stepmother for them. The two were so angry that they wanted to go back and tickle Gao Lao San.
They don't have a good impression of their stepmother at all!
Fortunately, Cheng Hui said that they would be thousands of miles apart from each other and would not need to meet each other, so they felt relieved.
In fact, Cheng Hui didn’t believe this statement. Nowadays, everyone is “tied” to the place where they work and cannot go wherever they want, but they can’t be tied for many years.
By then, Gao Laosan will probably become dishonest again.
Cheng Hui smiled and said, it’s okay, there are plenty of ways to deal with him.
She kissed her daughter's sleeping face and went to work in the front.
Zhang Liang was still waiting for her, but she left him alone for half an hour and did not meet him immediately.
Now that I see you, I have to pretend to be innocent.
"I'm sorry, Director Zhang. I was just chatting with Director Yang about production. I kept you waiting for a long time." Cheng Hui said with an apologetic smile.
Zhang Liang dared not get angry, and said with a smile: "Director Cheng is a busy man, it's only natural! You are short on time and have a heavy workload, so I will get straight to the point. The exhibits for the Autumn Fair have begun to be reviewed. What do you think you will report?"
"As for electrical appliances, I'd order a microwave oven," said Cheng Hui.
"What? What did you report?" Zhang Liang was instantly excited and a little doubtful of what he heard.
"Microwave oven." Cheng Hui gave an affirmative answer.
"You actually made a microwave oven? Is this true?" Zhang Liang shouted.
It's no wonder he was excited. The microwave oven was invented in 1945. It took more than ten years from its invention to enter ordinary people's homes. It was not until the 1960s that foreign families began to use it, but it was not popular yet.
The technology is not advanced enough and is expensive.
No one in China knows how to make microwave ovens now. The first microwave oven in China was produced by Galanz in 1982.
But Zhang Liang knew about microwave ovens. He paid attention to import and export trade and knew that microwave ovens were a new and fashionable thing abroad and were more popular than ovens!
The rush to buy microwave ovens abroad is just like the rush to buy televisions in China.
If Cheng Hui can make a microwave oven, it will be another hit!
"Where is it? Let me see!" Zhang Liang said excitedly.
Cheng Hui smiled and said, "It's still in my mind, I haven't done it yet."
Zhang Liang...
He felt like he was cheated!
But the person who said this was Cheng Hui...maybe there is still hope?
After all, there are so many examples in front of her, so Cheng Hui can do whatever she wants to do.
"I need a laboratory." Cheng Hui started to grab things...
It’s too late to start building the factory building, so let’s just grab someone else’s.
Anyway, it doesn't belong to any one person, but to the country. Now she uses it to earn foreign exchange for the country. No one has any objection, right?
"I'll go ask for you. Don't worry, I will definitely help you get it!" said Zhang Liang.
Cheng Hui nodded and said nothing more.
Let’s wait until she gets it. After all, without a laboratory and equipment, she really can’t do it.
After all, it is not available in China and is considered advanced technology in the world.
But in her mind, it was what she had left over.
Microwave ovens are also considered small household appliances, and she had made many models in her previous life.
Zhang Liang couldn't sit still anymore and wanted to go immediately, but he still had some unfinished business.
"What about the furniture? What kind do you want to sell this time? I'll apply for it for you. And what about the enamel bowls? What kind do you want to sell?" Zhang Liang asked.
Cheng Hui said: "We won't sell enamel bowls this time."
That would be enough for them to consume for several years, and there would definitely not be many orders for the flowers they make this time.
Song Xilai, who had just walked to the door but had not yet entered, staggered, held onto the door frame, and almost burst into tears on the spot.
Good days only come once, never again?
He also came to discuss with Cheng Hui what to sell at the Autumn Fair.
Seeing his expression of wanting to cry, Cheng Hui said, "Uncle, foreigners don't use enamel bowls very much anyway. Those tens of millions of them will be enough for them to consume for several years. In the next few years, you'd better not export enamel bowls. It's not that you can't sell them, but it's not good to compare them."
Foreigners like glass bowls and porcelain bowls. Enamel bowls are not as popular as they are in the country.
And they sold tens of millions in the first year, but only tens of thousands, or even thousands, in the second year? Compared with other manufacturers, we may be number one, but compared with ourselves, it’s a slap in the face!
Outsiders will definitely laugh at them.
It’s better not to sell it and let them have no chance to laugh!
"That's fine." Song Xilai said, "Whatever you say is fine."
He sat on the chair, twisted it a little, and felt that he had to get up and leave before the chair had even warmed up to him.
This time, he asked several enamel factories in Beijing to cooperate with him in making enamel bowls.
He provided machines, technology, and technicians, and his words carried weight. Once the tasks were completed, he would be able to occupy one of the four enamel factories! Be a real factory manager.
Or open a fifth enamel factory for him!
But now, he no longer has export orders, so he has to open a woolen yarn business and go home to take care of his old factory.
His wife and children, who had just been transferred to Beijing, would also have to go back to their hometown... It's a bit embarrassing to think about it.
Cheng Hui said, "Uncle, what are you thinking? We don't make enamel bowls, but we can make enamel plates to match the previous bowls. Foreigners like to buy a set of plates and bowls. If they don't have them, forget it. Now that we have the same type of plates, of course they have to buy the same type of plates."
Song Xilai......
Zhang Liang...
Speak without panting!
"Okay, okay, I knew it would be you! Just don't talk like that next time. I have a bad heart!" Song Xilai said excitedly.
Cheng Hui took out a few drawings from the drawer and gave them to him, design drawings of five enamel plates.
Song Xilai felt like he had found a treasure. Without anything else to do, he left immediately.
Zhang Liang asked curiously, "What about the furniture? What are you going to do this time?"
Cheng Hui did not answer his question, but asked him: "Director Zhang, what's wrong with your face?"
Zhang Liang immediately covered his face in embarrassment.
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