Chapter 132 Call the Police: You don't think you have no responsibility, do you?
Finding a competitor that suddenly appears is not difficult.
Because the female owner of the love hotel had no intention of keeping it a secret from the other party.
Just as Japanese businesses are happy to see Chinese OEM factories vying to drive down prices so they can get their orders to make clothes, she also hopes to see Wang Xiao take the initiative to wage a price war and drive down prices.
If the price is the same, she would certainly prefer to have Love Power produce the dolls.
The manufacturer is an established company, a Japanese team, and they've collaborated with her hotel multiple times.
The various small toys and lingerie offered are of very high quality and have a high customer satisfaction rate.
If such a high-quality supplier could lower its prices a bit more, it would be even more perfect.
So she didn't hesitate to reveal the person who had come to her door.
"They're also from the research institute; they said they're the institute's real factory."
The case is solved.
Sister Miao gritted her teeth: "Gao Weimin!"
The Chemical Research Institute does indeed have an affiliated factory.
Since the Southern Tour speeches, the whole nation has been focused on making money. Research institutes, which were already short of funding, decided to go into the market and opened their own affiliated factories.
Those who were not interested in scientific research to begin with finally found an outlet and immediately went to the factory.
Gao Weimin was one of the most proactive people among them, and with the help of his uncle, Director Xiao, he became the head of the affiliated factory.
This factory didn't produce much; they just used their frequent trips to Russia to import chemical raw materials that were in short supply in China, and then resold them.
Miao Xiuli looked down on this kind of behavior. What kind of factory is this? It doesn't even produce anything!
However, since the leaders had already made the decision, she, as an outsider, had nothing to say.
Wang Xiao then remembered who Gao Weimin was.
The person who originally secured the foaming agent project position had been largely forgotten by her since they had little contact afterward.
I never expected him to be so bold as to steal her things.
Yes, this is hers.
She could be indifferent to the foaming agent project being taken away, because that was the original owner's business, and she wouldn't interfere in other people's karma.
But if anyone touches her money, especially her research projects that she's funded, she'll cut off their hand.
Wang Xiao maintained his smile and persuaded the hotel owner, "Mrs. Yamada, please reconsider. I believe we are the most suitable; no one in the world can make better dolls than us."
The hotel owner insisted, "I run so many hotels, I have to consider costs. As for prices, I hope to get more discounts."
Wang Xiao smiled and stated the facts directly: "That's not very realistic. We've already invested several million US dollars in the experimental research of this project alone."
Damn it, she wants to punch someone right now.
In fact, after greeting her clients, she did lead a large group of people out.
On Saturday afternoons, since China doesn't have weekends off, theoretically everyone should be at work as usual.
However, at the chemical institute's affiliated factory, there was only an old man who could open the door; the factory building was locked.
"No, no," the old man explained. "We don't work on Saturday afternoons. If you have something to do, we can talk on Monday."
Waiting for what?!
Wang Xiao's anger flared even more after his search failed, so he led a group of bodyguards and stormed into Gao Weimin's house.
In the middle of the afternoon, Gao Weimin was playing mahjong at home with his cronies.
When he saw Wang Xiao storming in, he instinctively panicked.
Of course it wasn't because he felt guilty; he had no guilty conscience whatsoever.
There are plenty of people in the world making the same thing. If you can make dolls, why can't I?
What alarmed him was that with so many tall and burly bodyguards, if they were to make a move, they could easily grab a chicken and throw it off the building.
Actually, if he wasn't forced to, he wouldn't want to go through the trouble of making dolls; it's too much work and too much trouble.
But he's been having such bad luck lately that he's really been forced into this situation.
Ever since I went to Russia last spring, oh, back when the Soviet Union was still in existence.
Most of the people at their research institute became middlemen, making money by buying and selling goods back and forth.
Some people only go on weekends, while others, like him, simply take long-term sick leave from their workplaces and travel back and forth between Jiangzhimen and Moscow time and time again.
Who knew that a long flight could lead to an accident?
First, there was an imbalance of fluid in the ears, followed by dizziness, blurred vision, nausea, and vomiting.
Later, because the aisle of the cabin was piled with cargo, making it inconvenient to go back and forth, and because he had to hold it in for a long time, his prostate started to develop problems.
In addition, sitting for eight hours straight, with limited space on the plane, cramped seats, and no business class or similar options, leaves you with a sore back and a feeling of your body collapsing.
He felt he couldn't make a living from live-streaming e-commerce, so after setting up his own affiliated factory at the research institute, he immediately asked his uncle for help and became the factory's manager.
To be fair, Gao Weimin believes he has done a pretty good job as the person in charge.
Although he's not good at scientific research, he's very sensitive to funding.
He knew which chemical raw materials were in short supply, which ones had a market when resold, and which chemical raw materials were very cheap in Russia.
So he started a buy-and-sell model, directly reselling chemical raw materials.
With his first business deal, he earned the factory 100,000 yuan.
The second sum was even larger, at two hundred thousand.
Then they kept going up the list, and by September, after they had paid 3.8 million yuan for the goods, the other party still failed to deliver them, no matter how much they urged them.
With the year-end accounting deadline fast approaching and the books not balancing, Gao Weimin became anxious.
He had considered continuing to resell goods from the Jiangzhimen trade city to Moscow, slowly earning back the money.
But the problem is that the situation has changed now. There are hardly any Chinese merchants left in Moscow's free markets; they have all moved to wholesale markets.
Their staff turnover also took away a large number of customers.
Even ordinary Moscow residents who want to buy Chinese goods will go directly to the wholesale market.
Because there's a wide variety of goods there, and the locations are fixed. The barracks mainly sell leather goods, the dormitory building of the Teachers' College sells down jackets, and the original building of the Cultural Palace sells all sorts of miscellaneous small commodities.
If you're not satisfied with what you bought, you can return it for a refund or exchange. You won't have trouble finding someone to help you, and they'll accept it anyway.
This directly led to the free market becoming a self-entertaining activity for Muscovites, with most of the trading being done by their own people.
They went there to set up a stall, but surprisingly, they couldn't attract many customers.
Gao Weimin and his group were stunned and had no choice but to resell the goods to Chinese merchants in the wholesale market.
Without a doubt, the money they could earn has been cut in half.
In addition, the process of transporting goods by plane was too painful, and Gao Weimin felt he couldn't take it anymore, so he came up with other ideas.
He was lucky; he happened to run into Miao Xiuli's team, who had achieved research results.
He hadn't taken it seriously at first, since he couldn't piggyback on other people's research projects anyway.
But Wang Xiao returned to China and placed an order worth tens of millions of yuan in one go.
He was really envious.
Just then, someone reminded him that Wang Xiao's projects were always profitable and were always in high demand.
So even though he didn't figure out exactly what the selling point of the doll was, he still copied it exactly.
After using up a lot of raw materials and making several dolls, Gao Weimin became anxious again.
The latest information he received was that there were no other buyers, and the one who placed the order with the factory was Wang Xiao himself.
This is a huge problem. If no one comes to their door, who will they sell the dolls they make to?
Even if these raw materials are sourced internally, they're still not cheap.
Old debts not yet cleared, and new debts added on, it's practically killing me.
As fate would have it, a Japanese customer actually came to us wanting to place a new order.
Gao Weimin felt there was no need to be polite or martial, so he immediately stepped forward to intercept the order.
Such customer poaching is commonplace; what is there for him to be ashamed of?
Customers have the right to choose; they'll choose whoever has the best or cheapest products.
Wang Xiao sneered: "Your goods? Did you make this?"
Gao Weimin stuck out his neck, very defiant: "Why can't we do it? You can't think that only Miao Xiuli and her group in the entire institute can do scientific research. You go your way, I'll go mine. We all make a living from scientific research."
He has the complete set of information; he is the legitimate authority in the research institute.
Wang Xiao's eyes were like knives, scraping across the faces of everyone present. He nodded and stared at Gao Weimin expressionlessly: "So you mean you're unrepentant? Then don't blame me for not giving you face."
Gao Weimin forced a smile and said, "What's wrong with me? I'm making money for the research institute. It's better than you taking the institute's resources and undermining its staff."
His legs were shaking so badly that he was terrified that Wang Xiao would suddenly lash out and throw them all off the building.
Although there were only five grown men on their side, the other side had many bodyguards, a formidable force, and each one looked formidable.
However, to everyone's surprise, Wang Xiao only gave him a cold look before turning around and leaving.
With the doors closed, Gao Weimin slumped in a chair, trembling all over.
Only now did he dare to reveal his fear.
The man sitting to his left comforted him, "What are you afraid of? What's there to be afraid of? They haven't even obtained the patent yet, so there's nowhere for them to sue you."
Gao Weimin was startled, his body trembling violently. He forced himself to calm down, and said as if to comfort himself, "That's right, let her sue if she dares. Sue my ass, what's the point of suing?"
He then revealed a disgusted expression, looking utterly speechless, "Ruan Rui, your ex-wife must be really desperate for a man, doing this kind of rubbish."
What decent woman would do that?
Someone nearby burst out laughing and teased, "Don't talk nonsense. This isn't Brother Ruan's wife. Their marriage has been annulled and is invalid."
The others joined in the laughter.
That's right. If it weren't for this marriage, Ruan Rui wouldn't have ended up in jail.
Wow, that woman is really ruthless.
It is said that a day as husband and wife brings a hundred days of kindness, ten years of cultivation brings one to share a boat ride, and a hundred years of cultivation brings one to share a pillow.
If all women were this ruthless, how could men possibly have a life?
No wonder Ruan Rui was trying to trip up Wang Xiao as soon as she came out.
If it were them, they would never have let her go either.
Tsk tsk, he's been in jail for the past two years. He's only in his early thirties, but he looks like he's in his forties or fifties.
People who aren't particularly familiar with him wouldn't recognize his face at all.
Ruan Rui continued playing her cards expressionlessly, while reminding Gao Weimin, "The thesis, have you finished organizing the materials for the thesis? Bring it back for me to see, and send it out as soon as possible."
Gao Weimin felt a chill run down his spine. He was a research slacker to begin with, and writing papers was something that would kill him. So far, he only had a messy first draft.
Ruan Rui frowned; he really didn't want to deal with idiots.
But even a tiger fallen into the plains is bullied by dogs; two years in prison had severely damaged his vitality.
He wanted to retaliate, but he couldn't get involved with anyone directly, so he had to take a roundabout approach and associate with people who were even less worthy of his attention.
"Never mind, I'll take care of it."
Even today, Ruan Rui is reluctant to give up the image of success and fame in his dreams.
According to Gao Weimin and his group, the entire project was managed by Miao Xiuli and others, and Wang Xiao never even showed up.
However, Ruan Rui firmly believes that she is good at scientific research, and perhaps this project contains research content that could make him famous at home and abroad.
His explanation was: "I have friends at the magazine, so I prepared it and sent it to them, making it easier to publish."
Currently, there are relatively few low-quality papers published in journals like Huaxia, and the journals are generally considered to have high academic value. It's not true that you can easily get an article published just by paying money.
If Ruan Rui has connections, that would be even better.
Gao Weimin immediately agreed, then straightened up again: "Let's see what they have to say after we publish our paper. Ha, we plagiarized them? They're the ones who plagiarized us!"
Everyone laughed happily.
That's right, in these kinds of situations, it's best to strike first.
With the results speak for themselves, what can Miao Xiuli and the others do even if they're furious?
Wang Xiao wasn't dead from anger yet, but she was already about to explode with rage.
She went downstairs with a gloomy face, walked all the way to a public phone booth, and picked up the phone expressionlessly.
Sergei and the others immediately became excited and called for reinforcements; they knew what that meant.
When faced with a major emergency, it's necessary to call in reinforcements.
However, they believed that it would be an easy task for them to just take off all the arms of those few chicks and put them back on.
Upon hearing this, Wang Xiao immediately regretted it immensely.
She's clearly been a law-abiding citizen for too long; she never even thought of this aspect, and all the solutions she came up with emphasized being law-abiding and law-abiding.
I really feel bad for her bodyguards; they're either former reconnaissance soldiers or special agents.
They might be held legally responsible for killing someone, but to torment someone to the point of wishing they were dead is still a piece of cake.
Wang Xiao could only say resentfully, "Let them have it easy today, I'll still call in reinforcements."
Everyone's eyes immediately changed; who was the one with even more skills than them?
Unfortunately, the boss spoke Mandarin on the phone, and Mandarin is really too difficult to learn. To this day, they can only manage simple greetings and can't understand what she was saying on the phone.
The two Chinese bodyguards who could understand both showed subtle expressions.
It's amazing that the boss could come up with this.
The others surrounded them, pressing them for answers, but the two refused to say anything, only vaguely replying, "You'll see when you see it."
What are you looking at?
Everyone was completely confused.
But the boss had already started issuing orders: "You've all seen the escape routes, so block them all up."
The research institute was notoriously poor, and the housing allocated to them was just an ordinary tenement building.
In addition, the real estate market in Jinning is still in its early stages, so even if you have money and want to buy a commercial property, you can't find a place to buy one.
The existing commercial housing is all for foreign buyers, specifically sold to overseas Chinese, compatriots from Hong Kong, Macao and Taiwan, and a small number of foreigners. They accept foreign currency, and the prices are exorbitantly high.
Therefore, Gao Weimin's family still lives in a tenement building.
These tenement buildings have an extremely simple structure: two staircases on the left and right, and the only thing left is the back window.
Although Gao Weimin lived on the third floor, no normal person would be so despondent as to jump down.
But these things are hard to predict; there might actually be some true heroes out there.
Police cars arrived with sirens blaring, and officers rushed upstairs, followed by footsteps, shouts, and pleas for mercy.
Then, Wang Xiao and Sergei, who were waiting at the back window, saw that the window was indeed opened and someone actually jumped out.
Should we praise him for being clever or not? He actually grabbed an umbrella, opened it, and jumped down—one of those big black umbrellas.
Does this parachute jump have any effect?
Wang Xiaozhen didn't realize it.
Don't they realize that unless it's a high-end umbrella costing hundreds of dollars, an ordinary umbrella can be easily flipped over by a strong wind?
How could such an umbrella possibly support a person's weight?
Anyway, the person fell to the ground and didn't get up, so it's unclear whether they died from the fall or broke their leg.
Adhering to the principle of never giving anyone a chance to stage an accident, Wang Xiao simply stood by and watched, only making sure that the other party couldn't escape.
She dutifully shouted, "Oh no, someone jumped off a building!"
A policeman's face appeared next to the window, and soon someone ran over and carried the person who was about to jump away.
There were still quite a few people in the residential building on Saturday afternoon.
Hearing the commotion, everyone poked their heads out of their houses and began to discuss it amongst themselves.
Oh dear, what happened? Why would someone jump off a building out of nowhere?
She doesn't look very old, probably not even fifty yet, why is she so upset?
Immediately, someone started brainstorming and made up a story that his wife had run off with someone else.
Wang Xiao chuckled as he passed by the world, thinking, "He really has no creativity; he can't even come up with anything fresh."
Others retorted, "Don't talk nonsense. We're playing cards. The police are coming to raid our gambling den."
Many people were shocked: "Oh my, why are they arresting gamblers in broad daylight?"
Mahjong is a national sport, even more popular than table tennis.
It's common for gambling to be involved in mahjong games.
The stakes are as low as two or five cents, and even if you play all day, the winnings or losses won't exceed one dollar. The main thing is to have fun.
Some people lose five or ten yuan a day, and they can lose a month's salary.
If the police were to really make arrests, almost everyone who plays mahjong would have a problem.
The problem is that crackdowns on gambling usually only happen during the Chinese New Year, and they are generally carried out at night.
It's only December, why are the police making such a big fuss and coming to crack down on gambling?
Is this another crackdown?
Everyone's guessing, and there are all sorts of theories.
But no matter how much they guessed, none of them expected that someone had made the tip-off call.
Sergei and the others were extremely impressed by Wang Xiao's connections.
Sure enough, once she arrived in Jinning, it was her territory, and she could find people in any department to help her with her work.
Actually, they were overthinking it. The success of this deal had little to do with her identity, but rather with timing.
Xiao Gao and Xiao Zhao could guess a thing or two: it was December, and 1992 was almost over. Now was the crucial time to summarize the year's work.
Contrary to popular belief, the fines collected by functional management departments are currently the most important work data.
Units like police stations are responsible not only for their own expenses, including employee salaries, when collecting fines, but also for sharing the financial burden of other low-paying government departments.
Fines are never too much for them; they're always worried they won't have enough to spend.
And what kind of fines are the simplest, easiest, and most welcomed by the police station? Definitely these kinds of gambling activities.
If we were to crack down on prostitution, to put it bluntly, any establishments with erotic content, like hair salons and nightclubs, that could operate without powerful backers.
The Heaven on Earth in Beijing is famous both at home and abroad and has stood the test of time for decades. Surely it's not because it's pure and unpretentious, and doesn't follow the same pattern as those flashy and cheap establishments outside?
However, local authorities don't have these problems when cracking down on gambling. Not only can gambling funds be confiscated, but the families of gamblers caught by them also have to pay money to get them released.
It's a classic case of doing one job and getting paid twice.
It's the same thing—fines. Anyone would be more willing to crack down on gambling in the community.
Therefore, as soon as Wang Xiao made the report, the police station took immediate action.
Except for the unfortunate guy who fell and hurt his back and couldn't walk, everyone else went to the police station for a lesson.
After watching the spectacle, Wang Xiao felt a little better and waved his hand with a refreshed expression: "Let's go back."
Sister Miao and the others are pacing anxiously around the base.
They were genuinely afraid that someone would die.
The people working here are either from Moscow or have been to Moscow and know how powerful the Mafia is now.
They commit murder, robbery, kidnapping, and extortion; there's nothing they won't do, and the Moscow police are completely helpless against them.
Because the newly emerging mafia is mostly composed of elites from the Ministry of the Interior and those from the KGB.
They are very skilled at doing these things.
However, Moscow is Moscow, and even the Russian president admits that the Russian Federation will soon become a mafia state.
China does not acknowledge the existence of organized crime and severely cracks down on any activities of an organized crime nature.
If they misbehave, they will definitely be punished to the fullest extent of the law.
Sister Miao stamped her feet in frustration: "I should have stayed with her; at least I could have tried to persuade her."
Actually, it wasn't that she didn't want to go, but Wang Xiao and his group were just too quick to act.
In a flash, she and her bodyguards got into the car, and in another flash, the car drove away, leaving no time for anyone else to react.
Wang Xiao looked completely innocent: "What could I do? I just wanted to ask him why he did such a despicable thing?"
Someone later asked, "Why is he going against us?"
Wang Xiao shrugged and spread his hands, his tone unusually light: "How would I know? When I found their house, the police were arresting people, and someone even jumped off a building. Oh my, the blood was flowing everywhere, it was terrifying."
Sister Miao and the others were speechless. Scary? Haha, I really don't see what scared you.
Some people, driven by curiosity, pressed on, asking, "Who jumped off the building? Why are the police arresting people?"
Wang Xiao felt even more innocent: "How would I know? It was bloody, and it made me uncomfortable just looking at it."
Now, she has no intention of making anyone present comfortable.
Her face darkened, and she began to get to the heart of the matter: "Confess and you'll be treated leniently; resist and you'll be punished severely. Whoever leaked the information, step forward."
The reason she rushed out immediately after hearing that Gao Weimin was behind it was because she needed to vent her anger right away.
Otherwise, she would definitely be the first to yell at Sister Miao and Professor Kalayev.
There's no other reason than that, as the leaders of the Chinese and Russian sides respectively, you are the primary persons responsible for any scientific research leaks that you cannot shirk!
Yes, yes, she knew that people's sense of confidentiality was shockingly weak these days.
The most famous red spy in Chinese history, who had been infiltrating the United States for many years without being discovered by the CIA, was simply left on the desk by his incompetent superior, who had carelessly left his information there.
His subordinates saw it, and the subordinates defected to the United States and betrayed him, causing the meritorious official who was lurking on the enemy's front to die under mysterious circumstances.
On the economic front, how did the most famous Australian Chinese spy manage to steal the trade secrets of China's steel industry?
It's embarrassing to admit, but he didn't even resort to bribery or anything like that. He just chatted with the CEOs of various steel companies, and these leaders, without really understanding what was going on, casually handed over all sorts of key data to him.
So in some ways, stupid people are far more destructive than bad people.
Wang Xiao's face was frosty: "If you speak now, you still have a chance for leniency. If you don't speak, don't blame me for being ruthless. I spent tens of millions; who's going to compensate me for this loss?"
Miao Jie instinctively spoke up for her subordinate: "Wang Xiao, don't be angry, there might be some misunderstanding here."
"Sister Miao—"
Wang Xiao said expressionlessly, "You are the person in charge of the research base. If a leak occurs, you will bear joint responsibility. The Chemical Engineering Institute is a classified organization, and you are also a senior worker. I have already printed and distributed the base's confidentiality principles and regulations. You can't just say that none of you knew about them."
Sister Miao's face flushed red instantly.
Keeping secrets is something that should be kept confidential from outsiders, not from insiders.
When they reach a dead end in their research and lack inspiration, they will consult with other colleagues at the research institute to discuss their findings.
In fact, under the large collective structure, when they were doing scientific research, the data of various research institutes were shared. It was actually a project where the whole country worked together to overcome difficulties.
For example, the famous artemisinin was developed under this background.
But times have changed. Back then, the government provided the funding, but now it's private companies paying out of their own pockets. How can they possibly share the profits?
Why don't you share your investment experiences with me?
“If you don’t tell me, then I have no choice but to call the police. This is a serious breach of trade secrets. I have to be responsible to myself, my partners, and all the clients who have invested in our company.”
Wang Xiao turned around and was about to leave.
Finally, someone couldn't help but shout, "Hey, does it have to come to this? Let's go talk to the institute and tell the factory to stop making dolls."
"Yes, yes, yes." The people present echoed one after another, collectively believing that this matter should be minimized and resolved peacefully.
Because if we're talking about leaks, everyone can examine their own records, and strictly speaking, no one has truly adhered to the principle of confidentiality.
It's so familiar. As someone who works at a chemical engineering institute, isn't it normal for people to ask you a few questions and you to just casually reply?
Most importantly, no one has ever thought that making a sex doll is some kind of high-tech project.
Asking them to treat it as some kind of state secret is simply a joke.
Wang Xiao's gaze swept from one face to another, and he sneered, "So you're saying that I deserve to suffer such a huge loss, right?"
"Oh, it's not a big loss. They haven't even started buying yet. We'll just go talk to the institute and tell them not to let their factory sell it."
Professor Kalayev remained a bystander throughout.
Looking into Wang Xiao's cold eyes, he secretly rejoiced that their robotics research institute used to be a military unit.
Even though the Soviet Union is gone and everyone has to find their own way to make a living, they have still inherited their old work habits.
The concept of secrecy is ingrained in everyone's bones.
KGB's omnipresence forces everyone to be on high alert, fearing they might be mistaken for spies and disposed of without warning.
Therefore, this matter really has nothing to do with the team he leads.
That's why he could secretly pray for his new colleagues.
It seems they really don't understand this female boss. What exactly is it that makes them mistakenly believe she is easy to talk to?
Good heavens, that's over two million US dollars in funding.
Their robotics institute doesn't even receive that much funding in a year.
Having put in so much effort, it's no wonder she's not going to let it go when someone else steals her hard-earned results.
Seeing that Wang Xiao's face was getting worse and worse, Professor Kalayev secretly shook his head at Miao Xiuli.
Sister Miao had no choice but to bite the bullet and shout, "Alright, alright, we were wrong, that's all. Now we're just saying nice things to get the research institute's factory to stop doing it."
Even if the leaders agree to it today, what about tomorrow? Can't they just find another place and do it secretly again tomorrow?
We only found out today that the factory also makes our dolls because a customer came to us and told us about it.
What about the future? Where will we find counterfeit goods then?
Who will compensate for the losses that occur?
Whose money comes from the wind? If it were so easy to blow away, why doesn't it blow to your house?
Everyone lowered their heads after hearing what she said, and no one made a sound anymore.
Sister Miao gritted her teeth and took the lead in declaring, "I don't want the bonus for this project, and I don't want the subsequent subsidies either."
She wouldn't be so high-minded as to say she'd return the subsidies she'd received before.
Since all that money has already been spent, if he were to rely on his research institute salary to pay off his debts, it would take him forever.
The team leader stepped forward to speak, and everyone else breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that even if the sky had fallen, the tall guy could hold it up.
Unexpectedly, Wang Xiao's gaze did not spare them either, still cutting across each person's face like a knife.
It really hurt everyone's hearts to see the money being scraped, but they had no choice but to say, "I don't want that bonus or the subsidies that follow."
Their hearts were bleeding when they said it.
That's ruthless. This person is so rich, yet he's still so stingy.
After everyone had expressed their opinions, Wang Xiao finally withdrew the dagger from his eyes and slowly stated, "Actually, I could choose to pretend this never happened. Then we could all go our separate ways, and I could rebuild the team in Moscow to take over the research and development."
A chill ran down everyone's spine.
That's right, Russia's chemical industry is quite developed and has a large number of professionals.
Moreover, because the country was the first to abandon this initiative, these research institutions were the ones that withheld funding.
Almost every Russian researcher now has to find a part-time job, otherwise, with their meager salaries, it would be impossible to support themselves and their families in today's soaring prices.
If Wang Xiao wanted to rebuild his team in Moscow, it would be an easy task.
Only at this moment did everyone realize the profound sense of crisis.
They are indeed professional and technical personnel, and they can certainly be proud of their skills.
But just because there's no butcher Zhang in this world doesn't mean everyone has to eat hairy pigs.
There are many butchers, and many more skilled than Butcher Zhang.
Leaving aside project bonuses, everyone receives a research stipend of 500 yuan per month, which is several times their salary.
Nobody wants to lose such a large sum of money.
Ultimately, why were they able to earn this extra money? It's because Wang Xiao was essentially providing financial support to the institute.
They've already taken a leave of absence without pay, and they're doing so well outside that they don't care about the meager monthly income of a hundred or two hundred yuan from the research institute.
They're not begging the research institute for anything, so why should they keep clinging to this favor?
She never worked half a year at the institute, so as to how deep the feelings were, she dared to say but no one dared to listen.
Those who are good at scientific research are actually quite intelligent.
The moment they figured it out, the atmosphere at the base changed instantly.
Many people expressed their support, saying, "This is entirely our fault. We will learn from this experience and never let this kind of leak happen again."
Unfortunately, it's too late for them to say that now.
Wang Xiao made up her mind that she would set up a team in Moscow to be specifically responsible for the research and development of materials.
That way, if any further problems arise, she can eliminate this research and development base at any time.
Competition can also make projects progress faster.
Another person stated, "We still need to talk to the institute and tell them not to produce our dolls. There's no reason for our own people to fight against each other."
Others chimed in with their opinions, some supporting it, others deeming it useless.
If we don't know the sales channels, the institute might shut down.
But now that people know it can be sold to Japan at a high price, given the ruthless nature of their research institute leaders, how could they possibly bear to part with this prize?
A leader who uses any means necessary to make money and acquire resources is considered a good leader.
Wang Xiao declined to comment.
From beginning to end, she never expected the research institute to be self-motivated.
She simply couldn't believe that the leaders wouldn't know what the affiliated factory had been doing for such a long time.
The use of raw materials requires the approval of a leader before they can be obtained.
Even if we assume, by a margin, that the leader genuinely didn't know, it only shows that he neglected his duties.
What can you expect from a leader like that?
Her only hope is the protection of the law.
Don't forget, not just anyone can produce sex toys.
Looking across the entire country, she is currently the only one who possesses the production license for sex toys.
Prior to this, all sex toys were considered pornographic and were severely punished.
Without saying a word, Wang Xiao immediately made a phone call to report it.
What do you call production equipment that's manufactured without a permit?
Should the production of obscene materials be cracked down on, or should illegal business operations be punished?
You guys in your police hats, go analyze it yourselves.
Anyway, I worked so hard and pulled strings with provincial leaders to get the production permit, so it can't just be a piece of waste paper that makes no difference whether I have it or not.
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What a miserable Monday. Thank you to all the little angels who voted for me or watered my plants between 2024-01-28 17:03:10 and 2024-01-29 07:20:15!
Thank you to the little angels who watered the nutrient solution: Little Sister (20 bottles); Number One Goose (10 bottles); Affirmation (5 bottles);
Thank you so much for your support! I will continue to work hard!
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