Those suppliers arranged a hundred times better tricks than Liu Haibo, but they couldn't match the quality of the products he picked.
"Why are you hanging out with them?" Su Ya asked.
He turned his gaze back to Su Ya and said, "Isn't this a client?"
“I don’t have a good feeling about him. We should avoid contact with him in the future. I’m afraid he’ll lead you astray,” Su Ya said softly.
"Hmm." Xing Baohua nodded in agreement. Actually, he was also wondering who had led whom astray. If it was a place of pleasure, they would have to kowtow and become his disciples.
Xu Shuai arrived at Shangguzhuang by bicycle in the morning, but after asking around, he couldn't find Secretary Huang. He did find the door of the house, but no one was home.
Back at the factory, I asked one of the foreman about the situation, and he told me to find Secretary Huang if I had any problems. Secretary Huang was the one in charge of them.
Left with no other option, I had to wait. I didn't even have lunch.
When the workers were going to work in the afternoon, one of the migrant workers pointed at Secretary Huang and told Xu Shuai, "That's the person you're looking for."
Xu Shuai walked over and introduced himself, saying that Xing Baohua had sent him.
Secretary Huang sized up Xu Shuai and said, "I think I saw you and him here yesterday. I even called you. You ran off as soon as you heard me. Why didn't that kid come?"
"He's been hospitalized."
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"I drank too much yesterday and fell, scraping my skin a little," Xu Shuai said.
"So careless! That must hurt." Secretary Huang said, pursing his lips.
"That's right."
“That’s all there is to the factory. Tell him tonight that once he’s recovered, he should come over and settle the wages and material costs,” Secretary Huang said.
“Okay, I’ll pass on the message. Hua Zi told me before he came that the factory should be cleaned up as soon as possible and the production line should be installed,” Xian Xushuai said.
"I know that. After the wheat harvest, everyone planted corn and is busy with fieldwork. There's been little rain lately, so we're busy fertilizing and irrigating. I'll send some more people over in a couple of days," Secretary Huang said, nodding.
Actually, Secretary Huang wanted to talk to Xing Baohua yesterday because he wanted to ask for some money for the school.
Summer vacation is almost over, and school will start soon. There are more teachers and more students. The little money Xing Baohua gave us is all gone.
There are many expenses associated with the start of the school year, so it's good to have some savings. The village has always been dissatisfied with the company's affiliation with the school; in the past, they could at least arrange for two or three people to repair the school's desks and chairs, and fix any broken parts.
But now that the company is backing it up, the village doesn't care anymore, since they've already received the company's affiliation fee. If the village sends someone to do repairs again, they'll have to pay based on the amount of work done.
That makes sense, but it lacks human touch. The company hasn't even started production or started generating profits yet, has it?
Furthermore, the initial agreement with Xing Baohua was that the affiliation fee would be calculated based on share investment. It was 3% of the shares.
We can only receive the money after it generates revenue. Time waits for no one, so we have no choice but to ask for it now.
Xu Shuai didn't know the specifics. He only knew that it was his brother's factory, and he wanted to work hard at it; this factory was his hope.
Back at the shop, Niu Jishan kept thinking about Xing Baohua's alchemy; it was truly astounding. Extracting gold from a pile of broken faces—nobody would believe it! Those who knew understood it was a technical skill, but those who didn't would think Xing Baohua was a deity with the magic of alchemy.
Unfortunately, Xing Baohua had already used up most of the scrap boards in the shop, leaving Niu Jishan with nothing to practice on. Seeing a pile of broken electrical appliances in the corner, he decided to try refining them.
Just as I was wondering whether to take down the radio, I heard the sound of a bicycle bell outside.
A moment later, the postman came in and asked, "Where is Xing Baohua?"
"At the hospital. What happened?"
"When did he go to the hospital? Here's a letter from him, it's from abroad."
"Why did it get sent here? Take it to the factory yard, it's on the second floor, easy to find." Niu Jishan waved his hand, telling the postman to take it there. Meanwhile, he continued trying to take apart the broken radio.
The more I thought about it, the more I wanted to take it apart, so I picked up a screwdriver and started disassembling it.
Xing Baohua was somewhat pleased to receive George's letter. He had been worried that George would sabotage his patent. Now he was relieved; as long as there's profit to be made, even a devil would do the dirty work.
Sure enough, the crocodile took the bait.
Patents for converting analog signals to digital signals were a fatal temptation for a specialized communications company like Motorola.
They can buy it with money, saving on research and development. These people are smarter than anyone else. Of course, this is completely different from our idea that it's better to buy than to make.
People buy the patents and want to continue research and development, extending and creating derivative products, etc.
We'd rather buy than build. At best, we can only replicate what we buy. As for upgrades, we'll still have to buy.
When he saw George pass on Henry's letter, a slight smile appeared on his lips.
This letter contained nothing else; it was purely a technical discussion.
The implication was that he was testing Xing Baohua's technical knowledge.
Xing Baohua thought: When replying, should I mention a few more technologies? To impress the recipient.
Is $400,000 too little or too much? Who cares, let's just ask for the lion's share first. When it comes to capital, you have to take a bite first.
$1 million plus a patent for a two-way analog paging system for motorcycles.
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