He then asked, "In exchange, could you help me obtain a network access license?"
Teacher Ren didn't speak. Teacher Cheng pondered for a moment and then said, "I'll give you an answer in a couple of days. I can't give you an answer now."
Xing Baohua was really pushing his luck to make the request, otherwise he wouldn't get another chance like this.
Director Cheng did not agree on the spot. Instead, he said he would go back and consult with others or try to find connections in the local area, since they were not in the same system.
In the afternoon, the two teachers called a truck and took away all the equipment they had brought with them.
Apart from the computer, nothing else was used.
Director Cheng left his phone number with Xing Baohua, saying that he could call him if needed.
Xing Baohua carefully kept this phone number; it was very precious to her.
Knowing that Teacher Cheng was leaving, Engineer Zhang from the engineering department also came to see him off.
After everyone left, Xing Baohua invited Engineer Zhang to his office for a chat and some water.
"Mr. Zhang, I checked with someone last night about the steel permits. The initial 500 tons shouldn't be a problem," Xing Baohua said.
“If you have the materials, I can design it for you. We need to piling up the ground, which is perfect for utilizing one floor. You can store the generator, spare parts, etc.” Engineer Zhang said.
Xing Baohua quickly waved his hand and said, "We don't need generators or anything like that, let's build an underground warehouse instead?"
After thinking for a moment, Engineer Zhang nodded and said, "Then you need to take precautions against moisture and water. But I don't recommend using it as a warehouse."
“No, I’ll build another warehouse. This basement level will continue to be used as a workshop,” Xing Baohua said after thinking for a moment.
After the plan was finalized, Engineer Zhang went out with his team to continue taking measurements and drawing diagrams.
Xing Baohua, who had a little free time, went out of the office to see how those guys were practicing their instruments.
Walking along the wall into the field, I saw six people sitting together in the distance, as if they were studying something.
Xing Baohua thought to himself, "No wonder I didn't hear anything; they're having a meeting here."
Walk over and say hello.
Seeing them looking at the sheet music, Wang Weibao was explaining it to each of them.
Grandpa Li listened attentively, making perfect sense of the points. He would sometimes nod in agreement.
After Wang Weibao finished speaking, he said to Xing Baohua, "These children have good comprehension."
Xing Baohua chuckled and said, "Thank you for your trouble."
"Teacher Li, let them practice here, we'll go get some music." Xing Baohua was free now, and couldn't bear to see Grandpa Li idle too.
You have to work! You have to work to earn money!
Grandpa Li said, "I finally get a chance to rest. You can't stand to see me idle."
“Teacher Li, I’m paying for this.” As soon as Xing Baohua said this, Grandpa Li became enthusiastic.
The two returned to the office, and Grandpa Li sat down on Xiao Bo's desk, saying, "You have a new song again. I don't know what's wrong with your brain; you make songs like it's child's play."
"Do you know the King of Northwest Songs? That old man also created eight or nine hundred songs," Xing Baohua said.
"I've read his reports and know about him. It's a pity I've never had the chance to meet him." Grandpa Li sighed softly without saying anything more.
I took out my notebook to take notes.
Before Xing Baohua could even process what was going on, he asked, "Teacher Li, could you help me find two boys to sing?"
"Sing what!"
"Sing!"
"I know it's a song, but what song is it?"
"..." Xing Baohua was silent for a moment, then shook his head slightly and replied, "I haven't decided yet. If you want a suitable candidate, call them over to listen to their voice. If I think of someone suitable, I'll give them a song."
"Okay, I'll ask around for you later. Shall we start now?" Grandpa Li had already picked up his pen, ready to go.
Just as Xing Baohua was about to sing, the phone rang.
Grandpa Li looked at Xing Baohua helplessly and didn't say anything.
"Hello, where is this?" Xing Baohua had just finished asking when a weak "hello" came from the other end of the phone.
"Hello, George."
“Xing, Henry asked me to tell you that he will call you at nine o’clock on the morning of the 30th of this month.”
After hearing George's message, Xing Baohua calculated the time in her mind. Today is the 29th, which is 9 pm tomorrow, the 30th. She needs to wait for Henry's call.
Xing Baohua said okay, he would be waiting by the phone for Henry's call on time.
I had just hung up the international call when the phone rang again.
I answered the phone casually; it was Director Zhang from Luchuan Chenguang Electronics Factory.
"Brother, it's almost the end of the month. I'll send a truck to deliver your goods tomorrow," Factory Manager Zhang said loudly.
Xing Baohua moved the microphone slightly away from his ear. The previous calls were quiet, but this one was clearer, though—there was no need to speak so loudly!
"Okay, bring it over! As for the bill, we'll settle it all together. Just keep producing at 300 units, and we'll pay you 400 next month? Sure. As long as you keep it under 1,000." Xing Baohua sighed.
I was worried that Lu Chuan would increase the quantity, and then when I asked for more, they wouldn't give it to me. Now that there are alternative factories, even if you wanted to give me more, I couldn't handle it anymore.
After watching Xing Baohua hang up the phone with a slight sigh, Grandpa Li asked, "Shall we still begin?"
"Sigh! I feel like I need a secretary?" Xing Baohua said.
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