After checking their visitor passes, a dedicated staff member led them inside for a tour.
Although it's true that different professions are like different worlds, Ralph could tell that what they were seeing were just some unimportant procedures. He was a little disappointed, but he could understand; how could they just casually let people tour the place?
However, it must be said that the bustling activity in the factory was a completely different feeling from what they had seen before.
People are always naturally curious about foreigners, so when a foreigner appears, they can't help but stare a few more times. But for the people at the watch factory, they see different watches every day, and they've developed a resistance to it, haven't they...?
After completing the tour, Ralf and Hans were politely escorted out by the staff who had guided them.
Back at the hotel, they ran into Derek, who was heading back home. Ralph hesitated to speak, but Hans stepped forward with a smile: "Mr. Derek, may we buy two watches from you?"
Derek laughed heartily: "Of course! It's a good thing you told me early, otherwise I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to buy them. I swear, the moment I get off the plane back home, these watches will be sold out..."
*
Fan Xiaofan's research found the most suitable steel ratio and successfully produced a small ball. The first ballpoint pen made by Chinese people was officially born in this somewhat dilapidated warehouse.
Lu Zhiming was comparing the semi-finished foreign pen products from the pen factory with those made by Fan Xiaofan...
They succeeded...
He witnessed the birth of this little thing with his own eyes. If he hadn't seen it, he would never have known that such a tiny thing required so many meticulous processes.
Mechanical pencils are much simpler. They use a two-pronged gripper and a pulsating mechanism to overcome the spring's elasticity and rely on the lead's own weight. No manual sharpening is required, making them incredibly convenient to use.
For someone like Fan Xiaofan who frequently needs to draw blueprints, she's practically an angel in his life.
This time, Lu Zhiming's precious machine was really going to leave. Although it had been completely altered by Fan Xiaofan, who had promised to fix it back, those bastards at the pen factory threw a tantrum, lay on the ground, and clung to his legs, completely disregarding their image, and practically wore the machine down.
Have you no shame? Have you no shame?!
Lu Zhiming's expression at the time: "..."
I have nothing to say.
He was still too naive after all...
The pen factory worker said, "Does image matter? What does that matter? Getting real benefits is the most important thing. Heaven knows our factory has never had any core technology, and the meager profits from semi-finished processing are almost enough to make us beg for food..."
That's fine...
Fan Xiaofan wasn't done yet; she was still thinking about the television at Lu Zhiming's house...
At this moment, Lu Zhiming was wondering: Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?
I just lost someone I cherish, and now I'm already eyeing his things again?
"I need some time..."
He said he really needed some time to calm down...
Fan Xiaofan scratched his neck, reflecting on whether he had really gone too far. It didn't seem right to take advantage of everyone at once.
Liu Fang and Gu Wenyan exchanged a glance and looked at Lu Zhiming with sympathy.
To give Lu Zhiming some time to process the situation, Fan Xiaofan considerately avoided mentioning the matter, only occasionally popping up in front of him.
Lu Zhiming was amused, but then said very seriously, "The right to use the TV at home belongs to all the children. You'll have to convince them first..."
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