In those days, buses had a driver and a ticket seller. The seller held a tray with different colored tickets, each color representing a different price—two mao, one mao, five fen, and so on. Different stops had different prices; Xing Baohua probably traveled through many stops and paid two mao in fare.
The station announcements are all done manually.
"We've arrived at Grand View Garden. Hurry up and squeeze to the back, or you won't be able to get off. Those in front, please squeeze to the back." Xing Baohua heard similar announcements at several stops.
I don't know how much time passed, but I heard the ticket seller shout, "Wenhua West Road Station is coming soon. Those getting off, please squeeze to the back. Next stop: Medical University."
Xing Baohua thought to himself, "There's a university on this street!"
Gradually, he heard announcements from many colleges. He marveled at how well-deserved Wenhua Road's reputation was.
When Xing Baohua finally heard the name of Shandalu, he knew he was about to get off the bus.
The provincial computer company is easy to find. I just asked around after getting off the bus and found it.
The computer company was in a great location, nestled among many universities. When I arrived at the gate, I told the security guard I was looking for Zhang Xuebao.
After waiting for a while, a girl came out.
"Hello, you must be Comrade Xing Baohua. I'm Zhang's assistant, my name is Lin Hui. I wrote you a letter for Zhang before," the girl said to Xing Baohua.
Xing Baohua nodded in agreement, and at the time remarked on Zhang Xuebao's elegant handwriting.
Lin Hui was estimated to be around twenty-five or twenty-six years old. She was slightly plump, had a round face, wore a ponytail, and was dressed in a traditional white gown.
They first led Xing Baohua inside to a special meeting room. I guess their office building or laboratory has a lot of rules, and Xing Baohua wouldn't be allowed in dressed like that.
After Lin Hui arranged for Xing Baohua to sit down, she told him to wait a moment, as Engineer Zhang would be there shortly.
The reception room also had quite a few professional magazines and newspapers, probably to keep guests occupied while they waited.
I accidentally saw a magazine with the pen name "Electronic Madman".
I touched my nose a little sheepishly. This magazine was published last month. I don't expect to make money from writing anymore; I'm too busy to write anyway.
I want to achieve more success and write some professional papers. When I'm famous, I can speak with more authority.
About half an hour later, Zhang Xuebao walked in with a smile and said, "Brother, you're here."
"Hello, Mr. Zhang." Xing Baohua stood up from the sofa.
Lin Hui followed behind Zhang Xuebao. After a brief handshake with Xing Baohua, Zhang Xuebao said, "The venue has been arranged."
"Not yet, I just got off the bus and came straight here. I'll check out the nearby guesthouses in a bit, I'll just pay whatever I can."
“Since you’re here, I’ll make the arrangements. The company also has a guesthouse, but the conditions aren’t very good; it’s like a small hotel.” Zhang Xuebao chuckled.
"A place to stay and travel is fine. I'll have to trouble Assistant Lin."
Lin Hui waved her hand and said, "No trouble at all."
"Is Xiao Xing here on business or for leisure? If you're here for leisure, I'll give Xiao Lin two days off to show you around," Zhang Xuebao said, displaying the air of a powerful local lord.
"I'm not interested in playing around, I have friends to keep me company. I'm here to discuss business with your company."
"Oh, tell me about it." Zhang Xuebao became interested, thinking that the machinery factory wanted to order computers or other electronic products manufactured by their company.
"I contracted an electronics factory..." Xing Baohua told Zhang Xuebao about the development of Shangguzhuang Electronics Factory as if he were telling a story.
Zhang Xuebao's mouth dropped open as he listened. He never expected that Xing Baohua, whom he hadn't seen for several months, would dare to take over the factory all by himself. Who gave him the guts?
Even if you have the technology and can do research and development, it's a completely different concept from running a factory.
Lin Hui, standing to the side, stared wide-eyed in disbelief as the young man, even younger than her, became the factory manager.
"Tell me what kind of business you need, and I'll see if I can help. Let me be frank, I don't have much authority. I can only connect you with a manager; what they decide is beyond my control," Zhang Xuebao said. Actually, being able to connect you with a manager—is that the biggest help you can offer?
Perhaps Zhang Xuebao didn't understand Xing Baohua's meaning. This time, he came to discuss cooperation, not to ask for technology or money, but to give them money.
So he said to Zhang Xuebao, "Mr. Zhang, I've developed a circuit board and would like to have you process it. Take a look at the drawings and calculate the price. If the price is right, we can cooperate."
"You developed a circuit board? What kind of board? Let me see it." Zhang Xuebao was even more interested in Xing Baohua this time. The continuous ink supply system he invented before worked very well. After the company made some minor modifications, it sold quite a lot. He had assumed Xing Baohua had researched some gadgets this time.
But who would have thought this kid would actually dare to play such a game! He just threw a bomb.
Looking at the blueprints Xing Baohua provided, Zhang Xuebao's eyes widened in disbelief. Was he certain this kid had developed it himself, or hadn't simply copied it from somewhere else?
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