What have these state-owned enterprises, such as Shangqi, Changqi and Erqi, come up with after all these years of joint ventures with foreigners?
Just like Shangqi shamelessly claims that the localization of Santana parts has reached X, but none of them are worth anything, such as windshield wipers, reflectors, headlight covers, screws...
What’s the point of making these things 100% localized?
Cars run on these things?
On the other hand, look at Nanwan and see how proud the employees are when they talk about their company. We don’t rely on others and are completely self-sufficient.
The spirit and the mind are not on the same level.
"Laolai! I'd like to ask for your opinion. How about we try it out here? The first national track autocross championship will begin next year. We can try it out until the track race is over and see if South Bay can give us a surprise in the next year or so."
In fact, before this, they had been to BAIC and Zhengzhou.
Participating in the Dakar Rally has always been Lu Ningjun’s dream, and this inspection is also a preparation for going to Dakar.
BAIC did not mention anything about the Dakar Rally.
In Zhengzhou, Nissan agreed to use Paladin to modify their racing cars for the Dakar Rally, but Lu Ningjun was not very satisfied with the budget.
The total modification cost is 800,000 yuan, what's the point of it?
The car itself costs 300,000, plus 500,000 for modification...
These 500,000 yuan may not even be enough to modify the exhaust in foreign countries.
But at least they made a promise.
Although the young boss of Nanwan did not explicitly say that he would help him get a car to go to Dakar, he revealed some information in his words.
Lu Ningjun wanted to stay in Nanwan for a year to see if this young boss could give them a miracle.
"Old Lu, we've been partners for so many years. Wherever you say to go, we'll go. My intuition tells me that this might be a place where miracles can happen."
While Lu Ningjun and Lai Baogui were discussing their future, Wan Feng made several phone calls after returning home.
The first call was made to Zang Junguan, who was in charge of the engine department, asking him to get the sealed straight-six diesel engine out the next day.
Zang Junguan didn't know what the boss was going to do, so he agreed readily on the phone.
The second call was made to Yimeng and Gunfulai, asking them to wait for him at the car design department at 9:30 tomorrow morning.
The third call was made to Guan Tiankong, the head of the gearbox department, who was also asked to bring a few key members to the group headquarters.
Guan Tiankong used to be stationed at Nanwan Heavy Truck, where he mainly studied various gearboxes for trucks.
Now he has been transferred to the headquarters by Wan Feng to be the head of the department specializing in passenger car transmission research.
Then there are the people in the chassis department.
After gathering the people from the three major departments, Wan Feng thought about it and decided not to gather the people from other departments for the time being.
"Go to hell! You're the boss because you didn't call home from the office."
The only person in the Wan family who clearly ran to someone's side but let them die was Luan.
Wan Feng knew that the woman must have created some masterpiece and showed it to him.
Needless to say, a certain woman's masterpiece must have been praised by her whole family before, and it would be perfect if she could give a satisfactory compliment.
"What kind of painting is this?" Someone glanced at Luan Fengju's masterpiece.
The chickens went to swim in the river, the ducks climbed up the trees, and the cats and dogs snuggled together.
The atmosphere was quite cheerful.
"Zhang Xuan said it was very creative."
"She was fooling you, idiot! You couldn't even hear that."
Luan Feng looked at Zhang Xuan suspiciously.
Zhang Xuan was typing seriously in front of the computer, but her shoulders kept shaking, and she was obviously trying to hold back her laughter.
If Xiao Wanyu didn't say something to change the subject at this time, Zhang Xuan would not be able to hold it in any longer.
"Beautiful, beautiful, Auntie's paintings are so beautiful. I want to paint too when I grow up."
Luan Fengle hugged Wan Yu and kissed her twice.
Wan Feng is so tired, is he going to learn painting from his aunt when he grows up? There's no telling what he'll become.
"Zhang Xuan! How's the website going now?"
Since the Chinese New Year, Wan Feng hasn't paid much attention to Qidian.com.
"It's going well. Everything is progressing smoothly. Both the number of signed authors and the number of published works have reached unprecedented heights."
Under Qidian’s policy of giving full attendance bonuses to contracted authors even if their works are not put on the shelves, other literary websites have basically no vitality and room to survive.
Almost all online literature writers in China gather here, with nearly 100,000 resident writers and tens of thousands of contracted works.
“Can the income and expenditure be balanced?”
"There is no problem with balancing the budget, and there is even a slight surplus."
As long as he doesn’t lose money, Wan Feng didn’t ask or take it seriously about how much profit he made.
“How is the physical publishing going?”
Last year, Qidian.com selected some completed works on its website for publication.
One thing these books have in common is that they have relatively positive values and do not contain any messy or outrageous language.
In total, about twenty books were published.
"The sales are decent, at least we've broken even. We've even reached out to Hong Kong and Taiwan to discuss publishing in traditional Chinese, and we've already agreed on a few books."
"ah!"
Wan Feng hummed noncommittally.
He has no idea about the traditional Chinese market. The books published by Qidian.com do not conform to the values of the leaders in Hong Kong and Taiwan. They may be stopped after only a few books are published.
Wan Feng didn't care about it. The market of Hong Kong and Taiwan combined did not exceed 30 million people, so there was nothing to do.
Although the other side's current economic foundation is better than that of the mainland, people won't read books just because they have a good economic foundation.
There is a huge gap between sales in Hong Kong and Taiwan and those in mainland China.
"Are there any new people emerging recently?"
Before we knew it, Qidian.com has been established for more than two years.
No matter what business it is, it needs new people to come forward. If an industry does not produce a new person in several years, it means that there is something wrong with this industry.
“Two very good writers have come to the site.”
"Oh! Really! What's his name?"
"A person with the ID Nine Flying Knives, and another person named Xuecun."
Nine Flying Knives? Murong School Village!
“How many words of work have they uploaded?”
"They're both tens of thousands of words long. I just signed the contract. They're very well written."
This thing is a physical entity, how come it is serialized on Qidian.com?
"As for that Murong Xuecun, if his work is called 'Chengdu Please Forget Me Tonight', we'll handle it together. We don't need works of that style either. Let him post it wherever he wants."
Zhang Xuan looked at Wan Feng in confusion. She didn't know why Wan Feng made such a decision.
"We cannot work together if we do not share the same ideals!"
Wan Feng just said one sentence and didn't explain anything further.
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