Chapter 43
After completing all tests, Xinli's new generation of refrigerators officially entered the mass production stage. While consolidating the domestic market, it began to plan to enter the international market. However, when selecting the first batch of target countries, everyone had strategic differences.
Zhou Dinghe advocates the strategy of "surrounding the cities with the countryside", and advocates starting from easy to difficult, first developing the Asian and African markets. The refrigerator markets in these regions are still blank, and consumers have relatively low requirements for products, which are more suitable for our initial layout. He especially emphasized that the European market should be placed in the second stage.
Mo Daoyan insisted on starting in Munich, the city where his alma mater was located. Germany was synonymous with precision industry, and winning the German market would be like gaining a global passport, a free international advertisement. Before he could even finish his words, Zhou Dinghe refuted the plan, saying it was too risky! Failure would also be free international advertising, but conversely, not only would they suffer heavy losses and be severely damaged, but they would also lose access to the international market for at least ten years.
Tong Zhaoyang, watching the competition, voted for Mo Daoyan. After actual testing, the company's products were indeed superior to other domestic brands. To seize the initiative and achieve international recognition, they needed the courage and fortitude to stand alone against a thousand. Surprisingly, the usually decisive Ji Xilin stood against her brother this time. It wasn't that she lacked confidence in the product, but she simply wanted to see Americans lining up to buy Xinli's products. The arrogance she displayed when discussing design details with an American consultant two years ago still rankled in her. She felt a pang of resentment, and she would be remiss if she didn't avenge her vengeance.
The meeting had begun at 2:30 p.m. yesterday and lasted until 10 p.m., but no consensus had been reached. The group continued to discuss the matter overtime on Sunday until 8 p.m. tonight. The debate had reached a fever pitch, and Zhou Dinghe summoned the sleepwalking Chen Huaili to the table to make the final decision. Chen Huaili, deeply troubled by his youngest daughter's situation, handed the decision-making power back to the others: "Adjourn for an hour. Please carefully consider each option and then vote on it as a group."
Mo Daoyan took the opportunity to go to the laboratory and re-debug the newly designed gain compensation circuit, hoping to use it to achieve the full-temperature stability of the operational amplifier circuit. At this moment, there was a commotion outside. Da Ding and two other colleagues went out to see the excitement, but Mo Daoyan sat still and did not take his eyes off the computer.
Not long after, a colleague rushed in in a panic: "Daoyan, go and have a look, your wife seems to have been injured!"
Tong Yufei came to the company tonight for three reasons. First, he left a report at home last night, a statistical report on the German home appliance market. It was an important basis for him to prove that the company's products should take Germany as the first step in internationalization. Before the meeting, he sent a text message to Tong Yufei, asking her to be sure to deliver it; second, to deliver a midnight snack; third, while he was having a midnight snack, he asked him to correct his English pronunciation and answer questions about hoarding.
Mo Daoyan and his colleagues hurried to the corridor in front of the air-conditioning assembly area, only to see several air-conditioning outdoor units scattered on the ground. One of them had crushed an aluminum lunch box, and the soup dumplings were splattered all over the ground. Da Ding and others were gathered on the other side, including Tong Zhaoyang, whose left arm was hanging unnaturally, as if it was dislocated.
Old Qin, the on-duty worker, was scolding two young workers: "What are you talking about? You dare to move it without the cable ties in place? If someone dies, how are you going to compensate them?"
Da Ding also interjected, "We need to hurry up with the safety training. Thanks to Zhaoyang for blocking that attack, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable..."
These words reminded Mo Daoyan of the situation when he met Tong Zhaoyang by chance when he went to the finance office the day before. The other party saw the advance payment application form in his hand and offered to lend him money. He also jokingly said that he had not been working for long and did not have much savings, but one person's food could feed the whole family, and there was still some savings at home. It would be better to take it out and use it to help out in an emergency.
Mo Daoyan refused. If he really needed to borrow money, he had his grandmother and parents, the Zhuo brothers, and some old classmates and colleagues to support. It was impossible for him to ask Tong Zhaoyang for help. However, the other party's sincere words warmed his heart. He then said, "Thank you. It's enough for now. I can trouble you again if I need it in the future."
"Tell your wife not to worry too much."
"I don't think I said who needed the money."
"No matter who uses it, any budget-conscious wife would be uneasy if there were unexpected expenses."
Tong Zhaoyang, like Da Ding, praised Tong Yufei's cooking skills in a gradual and coherent manner.
"Your wife's cooking skills are amazing. I was lucky enough to taste it with my colleagues."
At this moment, the person who had tried to lend him a helping hand saved Tong Yufei again.
Mo Daoyan stepped forward to check: "Are the bones injured?"
Tong Zhaoyang's eyes never left Tong Yufei: "Your wife is bleeding."
Mo Daoyan then noticed Tong Yufei in the corner. She was sitting alone on a wooden bench with her head slightly lowered. The three or four centimeter wound on her left forearm was bleeding. A female worker hurriedly found a cotton cloth. She smiled faintly to indicate that it was okay. She pressed the cloth on the wound with her right thumb. The bright red blood quickly spread on the coarse cloth. Her face was pale but her expression was calm.
Old Hou sent for Chen Ruchao, who was having tea in his father's office. When Chen Ruchao arrived, he cleaned and bandaged Tong Yufei's wound, and then deftly reset Tong Zhaoyang's joint. "Mr. Tong's bravery is admirable, but next time you encounter a heavy object falling, I suggest you push or pull someone away. Trying to block it can easily cause secondary damage. Sometimes, taking a step back can save both."
Chen Ruchao's technique was skillful, but his words were full of deeper meaning. Tong Zhaoyang replied calmly, "Thank you for your guidance."
Seeing that the injuries of the two men had stabilized, Mo Daoyan took Tong Yufei back to the office.
When Tong Yufei handed in his report, he said cheerfully, "The written test results are out, and I got first place."
As she spoke, she casually waved her injured arm, and the red scar seemed not to be a wound, but a shining medal.
Mo Daoyan flipped through the report, lost in thought. "You don't seem to be curious about Tong Zhaoyang at all. When we first met, you weren't curious about his personality, or whether he'd exaggerate what you saw that night and turn you into the heroine everyone was talking about. Now that he's been hurt for you, you're not curious about whether it affects his work, or whether you should express your feelings. You're rarely so rude."
"I'm not curious. We've known each other for a long time. Brother Zhaoyang... Tong Zhaoyang is my adoptive parents' neighbor, a playmate from childhood. The girlfriend who was said to have ruined his promising future was me." Tong Yufei's voice was as calm as a pool of autumn water, but his words were like bullets, piercing the stagnant summer air. "We've never been in a formal relationship, and I'm not pregnant with his child. As for how the rumor got spread like that, I have no idea."
After her adoptive mother passed away, she fell seriously ill, which almost drained away all her vitality. When Tong Zhaoyang took her to the hospital, he met several classmates by chance. It was probably at that time that the clues were formed. Perhaps she should be thankful for his brilliance. In those rumors, she was always a nameless shadow, which instead fulfilled her final dignity.
Tong Zhaoyang and Ye Yimo are different beings, and the choices she confessed to Mo Daoyan are also very different.
I remember that there was an old neighbor in Tongjia Village, an old man and a woman. The old woman raised a Border Collie and loved the dog as if it were her life. The old man would beat or scold the dog whenever he saw it, but every time the dog was lost, it was him who would brave the wind and rain to look for it for dozens of miles. Everyone in the village laughed at him for having a sharp tongue but a soft heart. Until the Border Collie was trampled to death by a cow, the old woman cried so hard that she lost her appetite. She asked him to bury the dog properly, but the old man carried her on his back and stewed the dog. He even sold the copper bell on the collar for scrap metal, and said that it was a pity to ruin the animal he raised.
She understood then that some people protected things not out of love, but simply as their private property.
Mo Daoyan had never asked about her social life before, and he had shown little interest in even meeting her father and sister. To this day, he couldn't even remember the names of his brother-in-law and two children. Could her brother Ye Yimo be more important than the refrigerator he was testing? He probably wouldn't care, and mentioning it would seem unnecessary.
The situation is different now. Since they have agreed to try to fall in love, he should classify her as "wife", just like an old man guarding stewed dog meat. It may not be out of love, but as long as it is his, no one else should have any contact with it, not even imaginary coveting. Of course, it is also possible that one day he will suddenly fall in love with her, like some blind date candidates, and will not tolerate a man of a different surname like Ye Yi Mo by her side... But maybe that day will never come?
If she wants to consolidate her marriage, Ye Yi Mo, whom she cannot get rid of, is the secret that cannot be told. Tong Zhaoyang, whom she has already gotten rid of, is her "emotional story" and a "past". She doesn't want to mention those unbearable rumors, but rather than letting him hear about them from other places in the future and become suspicious, it is better to speak out now.
Mo Daoyan nearly dropped the report in his hand. He wanted to say something, but only frowned. He was shocked by this confession. She was Tong Zhaoyang's "ex-girlfriend"? Wasn't he the "high-ranking branch" she was clinging to? He was tired of hearing such clichéd love stories, and he was actually one of them? It was simply black humor. As for the fictitious matter of having a child, he had no doubts. Not to mention that with Ms. Meng's style, she would never choose someone with unclear integrity as a daughter-in-law. He was no naive teenager who had just begun to fall in love. He knew the depth of the person beside him, and the awkwardness between them could not be faked.
Her tone was indifferent, as if the past was gone with the wind, but what about Tong Zhaoyang? Borrowing money, saving people, and the eyes that were glued to her were all marked with "unforgettable old love". In the past, he only thought that this man's infatuation was ridiculous, but now he added a bit of annoyance.
He suddenly stretched out his hand to her: "Here, time is running out."
She was slightly startled: "What?"
The corners of his lips curled up slightly, but his eyes were devoid of smiles. He seemed quite impatient with her momentary distraction: "Don't you have questions? Why do you think I shouldn't be thinking about answering questions at this time, but should just be furious or heartbroken about your old love affair?"
She handed over the newly written manuscript: "You can't."
He quickly scanned the manuscript: "Of course not, I'm not the one who longs for someone else's wife, but in the future..."
She interrupted, "I will never cross the line again, nor will I say a single word to anyone."
She will bury those past events with Tong Zhaoyang deep in her heart. Gossip can melt gold, and even if she explains it a thousand times, it will not be able to withstand the curious speculations of the world. Those rumors will not only destroy Tong Zhaoyang, but will also drag Mo Daoyan into the vortex. She cannot cause trouble for him.
"I'm saying don't write with a pen for now. The ink won't dry easily in this heat. What do you think I'm worried about? If this new story gets out, will I be the one to be embarrassed?" He said firmly, with unquestionable confidence. "It's best if you don't mean it. If you do, the door is always open."
Tong Yufei smiled fleetingly and asked, lowering his head, "Are there any grammatical errors in this manuscript?"
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