Chapter 155 New Year's Eve Dinner: Hello Auntie, Happy New Year.
Wu Haoyu, with his elegant demeanor and wearing a camel-colored wool coat, stepped out of the taxi and walked step by step through the fallen sycamore leaves, looking as if he had stepped out of a fashion magazine, gradually entering the heart of the lustful woman.
Wang Xiao exaggeratedly clutched his chest and murmured, "Bodhisattva."
Wu Haoyu was completely dumbfounded.
Honestly, he prided himself on being knowledgeable, but he could never keep up with Wang Xiao's thought process.
What is his connection to the Bodhisattva? Does he resemble Tang Sanzang?
Poor Wu Haoyu blushed instantly.
Wang Xiao was increasingly impressed. If it weren't for the social impact (mainly because she worked in a large factory and had to be mindful of how the employees would judge her parents), she would have touched it directly.
Tsk tsk, all the beauties who love skincare and make themselves look exquisite and presentable are bodhisattvas.
The ability to be self-aware and not squander one's beauty is such a wonderful and praiseworthy quality.
Look at this outfit, it's so pleasing to the eye!
that is--
Dude, are you wearing thermal underwear under your jeans? If you're not, your mom will definitely beat you up.
How did she know?
Nonsense, even though Dr. Chen Yanqiu has become the union chairperson, her traditional feather duster hasn't been retired.
Wu Haoyu blushed even more, and subconsciously emphasized, "I'm not cold."
Wang Xiao clicked his tongue and muttered to himself, "I need to use the bare-leg artifacts, otherwise it will really affect my performance."
Even in the dead of winter, it didn't stop her from wanting to wear pretty dresses.
Wu Haoyu couldn't keep up with her rhythm again and could only blankly say, "Then let's go up."
Wang Xiao immediately stepped forward and said, "Come with me."
They made absolutely no offer to help others carry their things.
Are you kidding me? Is she really that considerate?
When she goes shopping, she's always accompanied by Ivanov or a bodyguard, and recently, Ovechkin has also been helping her carry her bags; she would never lift a finger herself.
Wu Haoyu was completely confused: "Where are we going? Do we need to buy something?"
It's understandable that he asked that question. Although it was his first time at a steel plant, the structure of such large state-owned factories was almost always standardized. They continued walking, leaving the residential area and heading directly to the production area.
"I'm not buying anything, I'm going to eat."
Wu Haoyu also wanted to ask, "Why aren't you eating at home during the Lunar New Year? Why are you going to the workshop to eat? This deputy factory director doesn't need to spend New Year's Eve with the frontline workers."
A middle-aged woman carrying an aluminum pot in a net bag walked over and greeted him enthusiastically from afar, "Oh, Xiaoxiao, another one here? Where did you come from?"
"Japan."
Wu Haoyu instinctively sensed something was wrong.
When he heard the older woman chuckle and say, "Are you going to start the United Nations General Assembly?", his sense of unease deepened.
When he entered the cafeteria and saw that huge group of men, he almost fainted.
This group of people are generally young and middle-aged, and most of them are quite good-looking.
Wu Haoyu had such a direct feeling because, in addition to the members of the Ovech Gold Collar Club and their bodyguards, there were also handsome men and beautiful women from the modeling agency eating New Year's Eve dinner in the cafeteria today.
Yes, there are beautiful women there. They are all petite with small faces, and every photo of them is like a poster.
Today is Lunar New Year's Eve, and they didn't have any filming duties, so Xiang Dong simply brought them over for dinner.
Wu Haoyu simply overlooked the presence of the tall, beautiful women.
After all, the men were all showing their affection to Wang Xiao.
Ovechkin even spread his arms wide exaggeratedly and passionately declared, "Miss Wang, I love you to death!"
God, he saw it! It was Moutai, the real Moutai.
In Moscow, this is a treasure even rarer than the finest vodka.
Ivanov's eyes lit up, and he charged forward with a howl.
He swore he wasn't an alcoholic and didn't crave alcohol.
However, the atmosphere of the Chinese New Year is like strong liquor; anyone immersed in it will inevitably feel dizzy and lightheaded.
Ha, Moutai, top-quality Moutai. It's a pity there's only two jars; I guess at most one small cup per person.
Ivanov couldn't help but say regretfully, "You should have brought more."
Wu Haoyu was completely bewildered.
No, he never intended to treat them to drinks.
He brought two jars of wine with him, intending to have a drink with Deputy Factory Director Wang, and perhaps Chen Yidong as well.
Besides, do you think it's easy to get your hands on aged Moutai?
To put it bluntly, it's not about the money; it simply won't circulate in the market.
Looking at the massive UN army, Wu Haoyu felt a sudden darkness engulf his vision.
Unfortunately, he was still too young and inexperienced in the harsh realities of life. Even more disheartening things were yet to come.
First, Andrei miraculously became polite, then suddenly realized that it wasn't appropriate for them to come empty-handed for food and drinks.
Look at them, at least they brought two jars of wine, even if it's not much.
So how should they remedy this?
Sending flowers is a good idea; it's perfect for visiting someone's home.
Before the dishes were even served, Wu Haoyu saw Ivanov and Ovechkin each carrying a large bouquet of roses, striding confidently into the canteen.
Ivanov was somewhat sensible; the flowers were for Chairman Chen.
That Ovechkin was different; he rushed to present it to Wang Xiao, winking and flirting incessantly, and you could smell his pungent odor from miles away!
Damn it, a male fox spirit, and a Russian red fox at that.
Wu Haoyu remained calm, only expressing curiosity: "Is the flower shop still open today?"
"There are flower shops that specialize in catering to Russian customers." Wang Xiao carefully examined the roses she had just received to see if they were actually roses; she was more than 99% sure they were.
She kindly explained, "Of the 18 flower shops in the city, 3 will probably stay open on New Year's Eve."
How come she can just rattle off these things so easily? Sigh, it's purely a professional instinct. She subconsciously collects and memorizes relevant data on everything related to making money in her career.
This way, when she wants to explore new projects, she can always use it as a basis for decision-making.
Take these three flower shops that specialize in serving Russians, for example. The fact that they can run their businesses well proves what? It proves that their customer base is stable and has outstanding purchasing power.
It is precisely because of this awareness that a farm on the outskirts of Moscow added a greenhouse specifically for growing flowers to supply Moscow and the surrounding cities.
Honestly, they were incredibly kind.
They all sell during off-peak seasons, determined not to compete with small vendors who grow flowers on their balconies and then sell them at the market.
Well, another reason is that off-peak sales can result in higher flower prices.
Wu Haoyu felt like he had punched thin air, and could only bite the bullet and reply, "It seems that foreign trade has indeed had a great impact on everyone's daily life."
Wang Xiao nodded in agreement and shared enthusiastically, "That's right, the wool coat you're wearing used to be a luxury item in Suifenhe, and ordinary people couldn't afford it at all. Now, wool coats and fur coats are practically a must-have on the streets there."
Just as Wu Haoyu was wondering how to react, she suddenly leaned closer to him and whispered, "Of course, none of them look as good as you."
Steel plants have no shortage of residual heat, so even without air conditioning, the canteen was incredibly hot on New Year's Eve, and Wu Haoyu's face turned completely red.
He glanced around instinctively, relieved yet disappointed to find that no one was giving him a second look.
Especially the elderly couple from the Wang family, the mother held the roses and sighed loudly: "Oh dear, I never thought I would receive flowers while I'm still alive."
Wang Tiejun, an old steelworker and a staunchly straightforward man, was oblivious to the romance at this moment, and even curled his lip: "What's so special about this thing? If you want it, there will be a lot in the greenhouse later. You can dry it and make tea without tea leaves."
Where did the flower shed come from? It was built by the steel plant's logistics department, of course.
After discovering that Russians liked flowers and that there weren't many local flower-growing businesses, they put their minds to work and made full use of the waste heat from steelmaking to start a greenhouse flower-growing business.
That's why, no sooner had Andrei suggested sending flowers than Ivanov and Ovechkin were able to bring roses into the dining hall.
Otherwise, no matter how fast they move, they would at least have to go to the small commodity market in the city center to find a flower shop.
Chen Yanqiu was almost driven crazy by this man's lack of tact.
She instinctively wanted to tell her daughter the bloody lesson her mother had taught her: never date someone who's a bit dim-witted, or you'll live a life of suffocation and boredom.
But as her eyes darted around, her gaze swept over her daughter's face. There was an old Russian on the left, another on the right, and a young man standing next to them.
Heavens above! For the first time since her daughter had no connection with that man surnamed Ruan, her mother wondered if her daughter had too many men around her.
So this is a large crematorium?
Sigh, that's nothing at all.
Don't say that Wang Xiao has no impure relationship with Ivanov and Ovechkin. Even if they did, it's just the three of them sitting at one table. It's no big deal.
Do what you should do.
The cafeteria chef served cold dishes first, then stews, and finally stir-fries.
After all the dishes were served, the head chef took off his white coat, held up a braised bear paw that had been stewing all day, and greeted everyone with a cheerful smile: "I'm off now. Feel free to add whatever you want to eat later, don't be shy."
Hey! He's been a chef for most of his life, and this is the first time he's ever eaten bear's paw!
He had seen his master make bear paws when he was an apprentice in his early years.
But this stuff is very precious, and even their chefs can't easily taste it.
Well, now, thanks to Tofu, they've finally gotten to eat bear's paw too.
After saying the auspicious words, Chen Yanqiu called out to everyone, "Eat up, don't be shy, eat while it's hot."
Wang Xiao responded enthusiastically to Chairman Chen and immediately picked up his chopsticks to gulp down rice.
When she was about half full, Wu Haoyu watched as she picked up her wine glass and gave Ivanov a wink.
Then the two of them stood up, one on each side, each holding a glass of wine, just like the bride and groom at a wedding banquet getting up to serve wine to the guests.
Sigh, what bride and groom? It's just a case of the lecherous seeing lewdness. It's clearly two bosses toasting their subordinates and, incidentally, painting a rosy picture of the handsome men and beautiful women, encouraging them to keep working hard and strive for a better life for themselves and their bosses.
Last time, the two of them and Xiang Dong played good cop and bad cop, scaring the young men and women half to death.
This time, of course, we have to offer some sweet treats to fully demonstrate the boss's kindness and affability.
Perhaps because they were so approachable, the models not only toasted them enthusiastically, but some pretty girls even came over to discuss career plans with the boss.
She spoke haltingly in Mandarin, saying that her modeling career was going very well, and she had to shoot many photos every day. She wanted to bring her younger sister along to model as well.
Wang Xiao nodded: "Sure, just a normal interview."
The beautiful model, using loose Chinese clothing, expressed her desire to buy property in Jinning so she could live with her sister.
They have ideals and ambitions.
However, Wang Xiao reminded her, "You are a foreign national, and in China you can only buy houses for foreign buyers. The price is about the same as in Moscow, which is quite expensive. The company provides dormitories, so I suggest you sisters stay in the dormitory. We can arrange for you to live together."
The key is management.
What if something happens to you two sisters if we let you move out? Just stay put and make money.
But making money brings both joy and sorrow.
The model is afraid of the future; she can't be a model forever.
She will grow old, she will gain weight, and a constant stream of new people will emerge and take her job.
What should she do when that time comes?
"Try a career change," the boss suggested to his employees. "If you've gained weight, you can become a plus-size model and shoot plus-size clothing. If you're getting older, you can shoot clothing for seniors."
She earnestly emphasized, "If you do a good job in modeling, you'll be able to get plenty of work."
Plus-size models and older women's clothing models are even earning more money because there is less competition.
Worried that the other party's Chinese language proficiency might be limited, when it came to keywords,
The girl asked somewhat anxiously, "Am I going to be a model forever?"
"Oh, so you want to change careers? That's fine too."
Wang Xiao said earnestly, "Most models who retire switch careers to fashion design and start their own brands. You're shooting every day now and dealing with manufacturers frequently, so you can take this opportunity to learn. In the future, you can start your own brand and become your own boss."
The female model's eyes widened, somewhat incredulous: "Is that possible?"
“Of course you can.” Wang Xiao replied without hesitation. “You can work as a model for a few years to save up your capital and gain experience. When you do design in the future, you won’t need to set up your own factory; you can just find a reliable OEM manufacturer.”
Their conversation attracted the attention of other models, but few could understand it.
Wang Xiao then repeated himself in Russian, encouraging everyone: "So when you have free time, don't spend it drinking, playing games, or staying up all night. Instead, focus on learning, exercising, and ensuring you're always in good shape for work."
For some unknown reason, these models, like Romanian university students, were all obsessed with the Little Tyrant learning machine.
Several black-and-white television sets were already in their possession and had been rendered unusable.
Color TVs won't do; they're too expensive.
Besides, there aren't many color TVs on the second-hand market.
A black and white television set costing a little over two hundred yuan was still within the models' budget.
She then praised the female model from before, saying, "You're doing a great job by proactively communicating with people in Mandarin."
The female model said shyly, "I didn't speak well."
"Just speak up," Wang Xiao emphasized. "When people see your efforts, they'll naturally be more willing to cooperate with you."
real.
Life attitude is one thing, but at work, nobody likes their partner to be lazy or unhelpful.
Because that would mean not only having to do your own work, but also having to be ready to clean up the mess for the other person at any time.
A proactive and hardworking partner represents high efficiency.
"Learn more and talk more." The boss started promising his employees, "This job offers many opportunities; you can earn enough in the first half of your life to make enough for the second half."
One model said, puzzled, "But I don't want to be a fashion designer."
Honestly, he can't do design, he has absolutely no interest in it, he doesn't even like to pursue anything or wear pretty clothes.
He entered the industry purely to make money.
Wang Xiao looked at him carefully for a moment and said seriously, "Exercise well and take good care of your health. You can make it to 60."
The crowd gasped in surprise.
Models working until retirement? That's an exaggeration.
Wang Xiao laughed and said, "Don't worry, you'll keep getting work."
Why? Because his appearance perfectly matches East Asian women's imagination of European men.
With his face and physique, business orders are inevitable.
For example, it's normal for car and suit advertisements to show people from age 20 to 60.
Wang Xiao looked at him carefully for a couple more times and encouraged him, "Keep it up, and try to stay until retirement."
People around them made "oh oh" noises and joined in the commotion.
But while some people want to be models for life, others want to change careers as soon as possible. They want to start a business and make money quickly.
Wang Xiao turned to look at him and was immediately shocked: "Baby, why are you so upset? You could definitely earn more money as a model."
She wouldn't dare say that about others, but she was absolutely certain about the one in front of her.
What's the reason? Mixed race, of course, a mix of Chinese and Russian descent, the kind that's exceptionally beautiful.
Models with mixed-race features are particularly popular in the Chinese market, and they can be photographed for almost any type of role.
In addition, his height allows him to work on the runway, rather than being limited to being a print model.
Although this modeling agency was originally opened to facilitate business in the commercial city and to make it easier to shoot advertisements.
But now that it's already started, it must be developed in the direction of becoming bigger and stronger.
Sending models to fashion week is perfectly normal.
Wang Xiao looked at the mixed-race male model with deep affection and emphasized once again: "Take good care of your face and your body, they are treasures."
Laughter erupted around him, and some people yelled and made strange noises, winking and making faces at him.
The mixed-race boy was still young, and even his angelic face turned red.
Wang Xiao then instructed him, "Study Chinese well; it will help you earn more money. By the way, you should practice your language more often; you'll need it when you go out for fashion shows in the future."
She was also thinking about how to persuade Xiang Dong to expand the scope of their business.
After all, the modeling agency is managed by Xiang Dong, so he has to do the work.
Unexpectedly, Xiang Dong's ambitions were even greater than his own; he had already set his sights on the legendary artist.
"Ulanova, the one who is as soft as a cloud and as light as the wind, a ballerina."
Xiang Dong's eyes lit up. "Last time I heard you say that she's having a hard time these days and has to sell things just to make ends meet. Could we get her here so we can do a national tour?"
It's true, the performing arts market is booming right now. Variety shows are packed with people, and it's normal to earn tens of thousands of yuan for a single gig.
Ulanova is so famous. Even someone like him, who didn't even finish junior high school, still knows the phrase "as soft as a cloud and as light as the wind."
If we invite her over, every show will be packed, and we'll make a fortune.
Wang Xiao had to remind him, "That old lady is over eighty years old, plagued by many illnesses, and in her twilight years. Are you sure you want her to go on stage and dance?"
Oh my god.
No wonder this person is a business tycoon in the book; he's even more extravagant than her.
When Xiang Dong heard that Ulanluwa was over eighty years old, he felt very sorry to have missed such a good opportunity to make money.
Forget it, he should just focus on running his modeling agency properly.
Everyone ate and chatted, and the New Year's Eve dinner lasted until the Spring Festival Gala started.
The steel mill was rich; they had a large color TV in the canteen, and everyone in the room watched the Spring Festival Gala together.
Even if Russians don't understand comedy sketches or crosstalk, they can still enjoy watching singing, dancing, and magic shows.
It wasn't until "Unforgettable Tonight" finished playing that everyone reluctantly turned off the TV and went home in twos and threes to find their mothers.
Oh no! I mean, go to sleep.
At this time, fireworks filled the city sky, and firecrackers rang out incessantly.
Wang Xiao asked Wu Haoyu, "Are you staying at a guesthouse, or should I take you to the Jinning Grand Hotel?"
Wu Haoyu's gaze was deep and thoughtful. He then glanced at the mixed-race male model and said meaningfully, "He's really good-looking."
Wang Xiao laughed and whispered, "No matter how good-looking you are, it's useless. You're already someone who makes money for me."
She is a very principled person and would never engage in any underhanded dealings with her subordinates, lest they misunderstand their place and miss out on making money.
Ovechkin glanced at the two men, then glanced at them again.
Then his gaze swept over Ivanov, who was still grinning as if nothing had happened, watching the fireworks in the sky.
Okay, that's the right mindset.
After all, how could Catherine the Great have only one lover?
Now that we have another colleague, please welcome them to join us.
His smile was brighter than fireworks in the sky, but unfortunately, it was all for naught.
Wu Haoyu didn't even glance at him, and kept pestering Wang Xiao: "Can you give me a ride?"
Here's a ball of yarn.
Don't you even look at the time? I need to go home and sleep.
Staying up late ages you prematurely, so beauty sleep is absolutely essential.
Just as Wang Xiao was about to refuse, the headlights of a car in front flashed, and a car pulled up to the side of the road.
It's a Hongqi brand.
The car window rolled down, and someone poked half their head out, calling out, "Xiaoyu—"
Wu Haoyu turned his head, slightly surprised: "Mom—"
Then he turned his head back, pulled Wang Xiao's arm and took two steps forward, "Mom, this is Wang Xiao."
Wang Xiao flashed a bright smile: "Auntie, Happy New Year!"
She didn't say it in advance; it's already past midnight, so it's officially the New Year.
The people in the car nodded and smiled at her: "Happy New Year to you too."
Wang Xiao waved to Wu Haoyu: "Bye then, have a safe journey."
As she spoke, she watched the person get into the car, waved goodbye, and politely watched the car drive away.
Ivanov, particularly curious, leaned closer and offered his assessment: "The level seems quite high."
Hongqi sedans are also divided into different grades, and also into those with and without a dedicated driver.
On New Year's Eve, to receive such treatment, one's rank cannot be low.
Wang Xiao was getting sleepy. He yawned and mumbled, "That's normal."
Judging from Wu Haoyu's observation, the family's situation shouldn't be too bad.
Ivanov was still wondering, "How come his mother is here? If she is, why doesn't he go home for the New Year? Is that place home?"
Having spent a long time in China, he discovered that the Chinese New Year holds extraordinary significance for the Chinese people.
Wang Xiao yawned again, completely unconcerned: "How would I know? Sigh, let's not talk about this. When you go with them, you really need to think carefully about what kind of technology you can bring over. It has to be competitive."
We can't really let them collectively invest in factories to make shoes, clothes, hats, gloves, and bedding.
Because these Chinese people can do it themselves, and even a powerful dragon can't suppress a local snake, so they will definitely be more adept at it than these outsiders.
Therefore, in order to improve their competitiveness, they should offer something substantial, namely core technologies.
To put it simply, the advanced military industry of the Soviet Union demonstrates that their scientific and technological research and development was by no means lagging behind; in fact, it could be said that it reached the world's top level.
However, the problem is that this kind of research and development is similar to a tough battle.
We organized a team to tackle a difficult problem in a intensive manner, achieving world-class performance, or even surpassing others.
Then what--
Then this breakthrough can be put to rest, or rather, it can be packaged up in glory, shelved, and become a page in the archives.
A few years later, the technology advanced by leaps and bounds internationally, and the research and development results that were rushed out back then became useless and were eliminated.
If the higher-ups require it, then launch another raid.
What is the significance of this surprise attack? The greatest significance is to prove to the world that we can do it and we are capable.
In practical applications, that's not an option.
It sounds ridiculous, but that's the reality.
Because you can't rely on a few hundred military orders to promote LCD screen technology.
You need orders worth several million or tens of millions for your technology to continue to develop.
Otherwise, industrial clusters cannot be formed, and breakthroughs in individual technologies will only be simple breakthroughs, at most a newspaper report that inspires and uplifts national pride.
Wang Xiao didn't want that. She hoped that the Soviet Union would utilize technologies that were not yet obsolete, or even advanced technologies.
Russia can't do this on its own.
Since the collapse of the Soviet Union, Russia has been gradually moving towards deindustrialization.
It wasn't that she was prejudiced against Xiong Da, but rather that later on, around 2010 or 2011, their president wanted to show off the country's automobile industry, so he personally drove a Lada sedan.
As a result, they lost face badly in front of people all over the world.
The car's poor quality makes one wonder how it even passed the required inspection.
If even the president's stunt car is like this, one can only imagine the situation in other industries.
They lacked the ability to transform their military advantages into civilian applications, nor did they promote and develop industry.
Since that's the case, let's stop struggling domestically and start expanding overseas.
China's climate is far superior to that of Russia, which is bitterly cold year-round, and China possesses abundant human resources.
On the one hand, they are a cheap labor force, which is conducive to industrial development. On the other hand, they are a vast consumer market, which can promote development through self-production and self-sales.
What is the most lacking industry in China right now? It's technology.
The country was already weak in its foundation, and its talent cultivation lagged behind the needs of the times. Coupled with a decade-long gap in development, China will have to rely on cheap labor to win for a long time to come.
If a product has low technological value, it can only compete on price.
In the end, they produced a whole bunch, exhausted themselves, but didn't end up with many coins in their pockets.
This is a common problem in the development of low-tech industries.
The barriers to entry are low, the competition is fierce, and there is always the risk of being eliminated.
If we had embarked on the path of high technology earlier and improved our core competitiveness, we wouldn't have had to resort to ineffective involution.
Yes, that was the thought that popped into Wang Xiao's mind when he saw the members of the Doll Club.
She swears she didn't suddenly go crazy or inexplicably become righteous.
This doesn't fit her persona as a sophisticated egoist, and she hasn't considered changing it.
She just felt that people should follow the law of conservation of energy.
Before she transmigrated into the book, as a popular internet celebrity with tens of millions of followers, she had donated several million yuan to charity, regardless of whether it was a rainstorm or an earthquake.
It's about balancing the relationship between gains and losses.
But now, she earns so much money that sometimes she feels uneasy.
Because she knew this was purely a benefit of the times, and in fact, she herself hadn't done anything particularly remarkable.
How could she possibly get so much money?
She has received something, so she should give back to society accordingly.
Otherwise, if energy is not conserved, the world will collapse.
Therefore, distinguished guests who have traveled a long way to come.
Whether the times can be pushed forward by ten or eight years depends on you.
We mustn't waste this precious Soviet legacy.
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