"Of course I remember. We talked a lot here last year, and I even invited you to my R&D company." Lu Feng raised his glass and clinked it with his, then asked, "Any achievements this year?"
"I can't compare to President Lu. I'm a few years older than you, but what I've created is truly shameful," President Jiang said with an awkward smile.
“You’re an engineer, and a professor. You’re already very accomplished at your age. I’m not very educated, and I admire intellectuals like you the most.” Lu Feng put his arm around his shoulder, his face beaming with an indescribable intimacy, and said, “If you don’t mind, I can recognize you as my older brother.”
"ah?"
President Jiang was dumbfounded. He was being recognized as the elder brother?
He travels frequently both domestically and internationally. Something's definitely amiss here. Mr. Lu is now a well-known figure in the electronics industry.
Moreover, this was only their second meeting, and their relationship seemed to be progressing too quickly, leaving him somewhat bewildered.
"That won't do, how could I be your older brother?" President Jiang waved his hands repeatedly and refused with a smile.
Feng Zhiyao stood to the side, holding a glass of red wine. He had known Lu Feng for some time, but he had never seen Lu Feng laugh so happily. To be precise, his laugh was lewd, with his hand on Lu Feng's shoulder and his eyes narrowed as he smiled.
"President Jiang, there's a really subtle feeling between people. Some people just don't click the moment you meet them. There's no deep-seated hatred between them, they just don't like each other. But some people just feel really close to you. That's how I feel about you." Lu Feng said happily, "Are you still working for a state-owned enterprise?"
“Yes, I work at a company in Anhui, the same as always, mainly in electronics and signals, actually similar to your R&D company. I’ve been traveling a lot both domestically and internationally this year,” Mr. Jiang said casually.
"There seem to be quite a few electronics exhibitions and exchange events abroad, right?" Lu Feng frowned and thought for a moment before saying, "My boss, Liu Cheng, told me about it, and we went too."
“I’ve had dinner with Mr. Liu a few times, and I really gained something from attending the conference this year.” Mr. Jiang said with interest, “I saw an MPEG chip. This technology has the potential to burn sound and images onto a CD and then let the machine play it.”
Lu Feng's heart skipped a beat, and he thought to himself, "You've finally discovered this thing."
Lu Feng instructed Liu Cheng to go to the exhibition in the United States to work with the R&D company. He was tasked with keeping an eye on the chip. As a result, six top engineers went, but they still couldn't figure it out.
Lu Feng was at a loss. He didn't understand the technology. He understood the basic principles of VCD, but he didn't understand the core technology. Since his own company's engineers couldn't handle it, he could only try to fool the founder from his previous life.
"New technology?" Lu Feng frowned and said worriedly, "I'm afraid the market won't accept new technology. This is a huge risk for you."
"Let me put it this way, this thing can replace videotapes, and it's thinner, has more storage capacity, and the unit cost is about ten times cheaper than videotapes," General Manager Jiang said confidently.
Lu Feng nodded. He couldn't let the other party have too much confidence in this product, otherwise it would be difficult to fool them. Lu Feng put his arm around his shoulder and said, "Let's go over there and have a drink, and talk about this. You're an engineer, so I'll give you some advice from a market perspective."
Zhang Fengxia was chatting with someone while keeping an eye on Lu Feng's movements with a wine glass in her hand. She noticed that he had gone over to drink with someone, arm in arm, leaving Feng Zhiyao standing there alone.
Zhu Lidong also noticed this and asked, "Who is that person?"
"I don't know, I don't recognize it either."
Zhu Lidong looked at Lu Feng's smiling face. He hadn't seen him like this in a long time. The last time he was smiling was when he was with him, back when he was a senior executive at Lenovo.
In the corner, Lu Feng took a few bottles of wine, asked the waiter for some peanuts, sat down and filled his glass with wine. He then drank a large glass of red wine and casually grabbed two peanuts to chew on.
Watching Lu Feng drink red wine and eat peanuts, General Manager Jiang couldn't help but say, "General Manager Lu, you really are... unconventional!"
"I'm not pretentious. Your stuff is all advantages and no disadvantages? It's better than videotapes in terms of storage, transportation, and technological maturity?" Lu Feng asked.
"It's just a thin plastic sheet. Data is stored on it using recording technology," Mr. Jiang explained.
"That won't do. Think about it, if it's not sturdy, such a thin thing will break if you bump it, and the damage during transportation will definitely be high," Lu Feng said seriously.
General Manager Jiang nodded, agreeing with him.
"Are you afraid of dampness or pressure?" Lu Feng asked again.
The other party nodded again.
"Look, this thing won't work. And tell me, does it play on a cassette tape? The biggest problem with videotapes is that they play on cassette tapes. Does yours play on cassette tapes?"
"As long as the disc surface isn't scratched, it won't lag. Of course, it might lag if the machine isn't running smoothly, but the picture quality will definitely be high," Mr. Jiang said confidently.
“Look at all these little problems. Let me tell you, this thing won’t do.” Lu Feng said with a look of disgust, “With this kind of technology, I wouldn’t take it even if you gave it to me for free. The market acceptance is too low. You know how difficult it is to promote new technologies. Videotape technology is clearly better. Come on, let’s have one.”
Lu Feng picked up his glass, clinked it against his cup, and drank it all in one gulp.
"But after we did the math, it's worth the investment. I'm in talks with people in the US who want to invest seventeen million US dollars!"
"puff!!!"
Lu Feng spat out all the wine in his mouth.
Mr. Jiang hurriedly stood up, shook off the alcohol from his clothes, and asked with concern, "Mr. Lu, are you alright?"
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