Chapter 297: The Bottle-Picking Monk at the Morning Star Pen Refill Factory



The R&D workshop of Morning Star Pen Refill Factory is not far behind the production workshop.

Fu Song looked up and saw the special tool for steelmaking - the blast furnace.

But when he and Gao Qiang walked over, they found that the place was covered with dust.

Fu Song was stunned for a moment, then turned around and asked, "Aren't you always doing research and development? Why does it feel like no one has been here for a year?"

Gao Qiang blushed. "It wasn't a year, it was a year and three months ago that the blast furnace stopped."

"Why?" cascoo.net

"We're out of money. You know, the Morning Star Pen Refill Factory's business is getting worse and worse.

I had no choice but to stop here for the time being and start up the blast furnace again after I made some money.

I originally thought I would just stop for two or three months, but it kept getting delayed until now."

Fu Song was really helpless now: "Brother Qiang, you are really tricking me!

I thought you were engaged in research and development and were running out of funds, so I came to help you.

If I had known your furnace was out of service, I wouldn't have bothered with this!"

Gao Qiang: "Uh...it's not too late to regret now. The money hasn't arrived anyway."

Fu Song waved his hand and said, "Forget it, it would be so embarrassing to regret it now.

Besides, we don't lack this little money, but it will be difficult to start up the blast furnace again.

Apart from other things, just finding technicians is difficult enough.”

Gao Qiang said: "The technician is actually still in Morning Star."

"Really?" Fu Song's eyes lit up. "Where are the people?"

Gao Qiang turned around and shouted towards the gate, "Uncle Wang, come here!"

The old man who had stopped Fu Song from entering the door came out slowly. "What's the matter?"

Gao Qiang said, "Boss Fu wants to start up the blast furnace. Is that okay with you?"

Old man: "Then open it. Prepare the materials. I'm ready to work anytime."

Fu Song listened to the conversation between the two and was stunned for a long time before pointing at the gatekeeper: "Brother Qiang, the technician in charge of pen tip steel research and development you mentioned is not him, is he?"

Before Gao Qiang could speak, the old man rolled his eyes at him: "Why? Is it not possible?"

After that, he said to Fu Song, "Lift your feet."

Fu Song was stunned and subconsciously lifted his foot.

The old man bent down and picked up the mineral water bottle thrown by someone behind Fu Song, turned around and put it into a urea bag at the gate.

The urea bag was bulging with empty plastic bottles and a few aluminum beer cans.

It should be something that the old man accumulated slowly over time.

After he finished his work, he looked at Fu Song again: "Why aren't you talking?"

"Ah?" Fu Song finally came back to his senses, and it took him a while to remember what he had just said.

This guy has made my emotions incoherent.

Gao Qiang quickly explained: "Mr. Fu, please don't underestimate Uncle Wang.

His name is Wang Weidong, and he was once the academic director of the National Key Laboratory of Rolling Technology and Continuous Rolling Automation.

By the time of his retirement, there were 46 steel-related patents named after him.

Fu Song was shocked: "No way, so cool?"

Gao Qiang couldn't help but feel a little proud: "Of course, otherwise why would I dare to open the Morning Star Pen Refill Factory."

"Then his legs..."

Gao Qiang sighed, "There was an accident during an experiment. A piece of partially melted iron broke out of the blast furnace and hit him.

Although the lab tried hard to keep him, he became disheartened and came here to help me."

Fu Song was silent.

As mentioned before, leg and foot disability is not only a test for the people around, but also for the injured person himself.

Because many times, before others show discriminatory eyes, we start to discriminate against ourselves.

Shaking his head to get rid of his messy thoughts, Fu Song said, "Uncle Wang, I'm sorry, it's my fault that I'm not as good as Mount Tai.

I didn’t expect that a small Morning Star Pen Refill Factory would have a monk like you who sweeps the floor... and picks up bottles.

So next we need your help to make the nib steel."

Wang Weidong took out a cigarette from his worn pocket. Fu Song took a look and saw that it was a soft pack of Hardman.

He lit it and took a light puff: "It's no problem for me to help, the key is that you have to have the materials."

Fu Song shook his head: "I don't have the materials."

"You don't even mention the ingredients, what else is there to talk about? You know what it means when you say, 'A good cook can't cook without rice?'"

“This… Although I don’t have the materials, I have money!

Just buy whatever materials you need."

"Rich? Do you know how much it costs to run a blast furnace for one hour? And once a blast furnace is lit, it can run 24 hours a day.

So don’t be fooled by the red color inside, it’s all money.”

Fu Song: "I have prepared 50 million in advance. If it is not enough, I can always add more."

Bang!

Wang Weidong's Hardman fell directly to the ground.

Seeing his dazed look, Fu Song couldn't help but wave his finger in front of his eyes: "Uncle Wang, are you okay?"

Wang Weidong came back to his senses and looked straight at Fu Song: "How much did you say you were going to invest?"

"Fifty million in the early stage, and in the later stage..."

"Wait, I'm not talking about a specific amount. I want you to know that even if the nib steel is truly developed, even ignoring the R&D costs, the cost of shutting down the furnace for cleaning alone will not be enough to recoup the investment."

Fu Song smiled and said, “I know, but I have always believed that it is better to keep some technologies in your own hands even if you know they are useless.

You said so, right?

Hearing Fu Song's words, Wang Weidong's old eyes suddenly lit up like stars.

He shouted, "Qiangzi, go buy me a box of Yellow Crane Tower.

Damn it, I've had enough of this lousy Hardman."

Gao Qiang was stunned for a moment: "Yellow Crane Tower? Which variety?"

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