Hikawa-kun nodded: "Then I can't offer any help. I think this technique shouldn't be too difficult."
Hikawa-kun seemed to understand Wu Changfeng's tactics and was playing along: "Then I'll book you a plane ticket for the day after tomorrow."
"This trip is going to be troublesome," Wu Changfeng said, nodding.
Hirobumi Ito frowned.
My thoughts were churning.
This rear axle technology isn't actually that difficult; if we find research institutions in Europe and America, they can definitely develop it.
The reason it hasn't been widely adopted is because this technology has too many weaknesses.
Although the load capacity has increased, it still cannot compare to a truck.
It's stuck in an awkward position, neither good nor bad, and is completely useless.
But now there's a sucker willing to buy this technology, the president of Putian should seize the opportunity!
You're the boss, so it's not like you don't need the money.
We R&D staff are really short of bonuses!
Hirobumi Ito quickly finished his meal and rushed back to the company.
The R&D department doesn't have many staff, only a dozen or so.
Ito Hirobumi gathered them together and told them about Wu Changfeng's situation.
The other R&D staff immediately felt that the president of Putian was a complete scoundrel!
"If someone wants to buy this garbage technology, we should sell it cheap!"
"That's right. If they're willing to invest $300,000 in research and development, they can definitely afford to buy our technology for $300,000 as well."
"After deducting costs of less than $100,000, each of us can get several thousand dollars!"
"Why not take this money if it's free?"
"The problem is, if the Putian branch owner doesn't sell, we won't get our share of the profits."
The group exchanged glances, then turned their attention to Hirobumi Ito.
Ito Hirobumi pondered for a moment: "If...we want to get this money, we can't let President Putian be too willful."
The word "willful" is used very aptly.
Several R&D members felt that the president of Putian was acting arbitrarily, completely disregarding the interests of the employees.
"What should we do then?" the others asked.
Ito Hirobumi took a deep breath: "We have to fight for this. If we don't say anything this time, who knows how the Putian president might try to rip us off next time!"
I suggest—
Hirobumi Ito looked around: "Strike! Fight for our interests!"
The others exchanged glances.
They all nodded emphatically.
A collective strike!
You, the head of the Putian branch, are holding onto technology that's gathering dust and refusing to sell it.
What exactly do you want?
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