Wan Feng pretended to be confused: "Which gangster?"
"How many gangsters are there in your factory?"
"Haha! How can you dare to say you're from South Bay without at least ten or twenty people going out?"
Zhang Juan curled her lips and said, "I knew that subordinates with a leader like you would be no good."
"Nonsense! Why are you asking about him for no reason? Oh! I get it! You're feeling uncomfortable because Zhou Liming hasn't teased you these past two days!"
"Bah! I'm going to punish him. He dares to act like a hooligan with me."
"Haha! Don't let me clean you up. I think you're standing on the edge of a cliff, swaying like a drunken flower. You might fall into the abyss of love in the next second."
Zhang Juan applauded: "Brother-in-law, you are awesome. Back then..."
Zhang Juan was slapped on the back again.
But this didn't affect her interest in speaking: "...was it my sister who was fascinated by your love poems back then?"
"Bullshit! I've never written a love poem."
"You should take care of that thug under your command. If he harasses me again, I won't be polite."
"Tell me what your plan is? Call the police? Report him for hooliganism and lock him up?"
Zhang Juan was a little dumbfounded: "It's not that serious!"
"How can it not be so serious? He molested a decent woman in broad daylight. If there were witnesses and evidence, this would definitely be enough to get him a three-year sentence."
Zhang Juan's face turned pale: "Three...three years?"
"That's it. When he comes back from Shanghai, call the police. Even if your sister testifies for you, you still can't deal with him!"
"He went to Shanghai?"
"Yes! The women in Shanghai are fair and tender, and they speak so gently. I just don't know if this guy will be fascinated by Shanghai women."
Zhang Juan became restless and twisted her body back and forth.
Wan Feng was secretly pleased with himself, "You little brat! You're pretending to be an old fox in front of me."
But the pride didn't last for two seconds before I felt two unfriendly gazes. I had a bad feeling like a caterpillar lying on a god.
"Are Shanghai women really fair and tender? And do they speak gently?" Zhang Xuan asked maliciously.
Wan Feng is in such a bad mood, why are you joining in the fun?
Before Wan Feng could answer, one of his ears fell into a white and tender devil's claws.
"Tell me clearly about Shanghai women. No wonder you keep going to Shanghai every other day."
Wan Feng was exhausted. What was going on?
Wan Feng slapped Zhang Xuan's hand away. "Can't we be more generous like polar bears? I'm not... Even if you're jealous, you shouldn't be jealous now! It's unreasonable."
Zhang Xuan pursed her lips and smiled: "No wonder you ran away from home. Did you plan to set up camp in Shanghai in the future?"
How come this woman has used all her cleverness in this way?
Zhang Juan was worried about the world being in chaos: "Sister! Get rid of him!"
Wan Feng rolled his eyes and said, "Believe it or not, I'm telling you, Zhou Liming, you were very romantic when you were in school. Your boyfriend has a platoon of men. He's been in the army before, so he knows exactly how many people are in a platoon."
"You dare!"
"Look! You're exposed! You're still young to play tricks on me."
"Don't interrupt! Tell me clearly about the woman in Shanghai!"
"Speaking of your sister! I don't even know an old lady in Shanghai, where can I find a woman for you? If you keep pestering me, I'll sell you out. If you have the time to care about the women in Shanghai, you might as well think about why Luan Feng asked me to bring you mutton soup. This is more important than the women in Shanghai."
Maybe because she was afraid of being sold to Yindu or because the issue of delivering mutton soup was too serious, Zhang Xuan stopped making trouble.
"Brother Wan! When will he come back?" Calling her brother-in-law or sister wouldn't work, and calling him Mr. Wan felt a bit far away, so Zhang Juan called Wan Feng Brother Wan.
"Don't expect to come back by the end of the year. You won't be able to come back before the Chinese New Year."
Zhang Juan pouted angrily.
The task of delivering the mutton soup has been completed, and it is time for Wan Feng to go back.
He came secretly and left secretly, carrying mutton soup with him and leaving empty-handed, without taking away a single cloud.
The machinery department of Nanwan Group has recently been in conflict with the production line.
The pickup truck production line is being installed intensively and is in the final stage. It will take another two or three days to complete the installation.
For three consecutive days, Wan Feng was stuck in the pickup truck workshop, being a hindrance until the last screw on the pickup truck production line was tightened.
The installation of the pickup truck production line was completed on April 17, about ten days ahead of schedule.
The automated part was run with no load and everything went well.
Wan Feng took out the old almanac and looked for an auspicious day.
What made him depressed was that there was no opening date from the 18th to the 23rd. He finally saw the words "opening date" on the 24th.
"Mr. Wan! I didn't expect you to be so superstitious at such a young age." Gu Hongzhong came in with a plan and saw Wan Feng looking at the date on the old almanac.
"I'm skeptical about all this, neither completely believing nor denying it. Of course, a new car rolls off the assembly line on an auspicious day, for good luck!"
"Xu Meilin has written a subtitle system for traditional Chinese characters, and I've debugged it. I'll be waiting for you to speak when the traditional Chinese characters pager is produced."
"Oh! It's done? Once it's done, start production. Order ten thousand units first and see how sales go. There are only two places that use traditional Chinese characters, so don't overorder and end up with a lot."
Wan Feng signed the production book brought by Gu Hongzhong.
"Boss Wan! Keep watching. I'm leaving now."
"Engineer Gu! Don't leave so quickly. What stage has the mobile phone reached?"
"If everything goes well it will take several months."
"Current mobile phones all use analog signals. Can we use digital signals like we did with switches?"
Gu Hongzhong thought seriously for a while and shook his head: "The conditions are not yet ripe. I'm afraid we have to wait a few years."
Wan Feng nodded: "I understand."
"Then I'm leaving."
In 1994, China officially launched its own GSM communication network, also known as the 2G network.
There are still three years from now to 1994. When the conditions are ripe, I hope Huaguang can develop its own digital mobile phone.
In the few years after the 2G network was built, China's mobile phone market was almost dominated by foreign mobile phones.
Ericsson was the first company to sell mobile phones to China. In 1995, it released China's first mobile phone GH337, which became a hit.
Soon after, Nokia and Motorola entered the market, and these three companies accounted for 80 percent of the domestic mobile phone market share.
The remaining 20% is also occupied by Alcatel, Siemens, Panasonic and others.
This eventually forced the former Ministry of Information Industry to issue Document No. 5 in 1998, using intervention measures to ensure the development of domestic mobile phones.
In this life, Wan Feng felt that the Ministry of Information Industry did not need to issue Document No. 5.
Even if Huaguang cannot defeat these foreigners, it can still snatch part of the market from them. At the very least, it can disrupt the situation.
If foreigners want to make huge profits by selling at sky-high prices in the Chinese market, they have to ask him first whether he agrees.
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