Fu Linchen: "Didn't you say mahjong was fun? Why don't you play it anymore?"
The male secretaries cadenced, "It's not fun! It's not fun at all! Mahjong isn't as important as work! We can't stop working until we're out of poverty! We endure the most hardships, and the boss drives a Land Rover!"
Fu Linchen: "Since the work is so important, all staff will work overtime until 1 a.m. today."
Everyone: (???)
Not long after Fu Linchen returned to the office, his business partners heard the news of his return and rushed over in a hurry.
"Mr. Fu, have you mastered the rocket recovery technology?"
"Once this technology is mastered, launched rockets can be recovered and reused twice, three times, or even indefinitely, like airplanes and high-speed trains, after completing a single transport mission."
"Each rocket launch costs $260 million. If it can be recycled, it can greatly reduce costs and usher in a new era of rocket transportation."
"Mr. Fu, do you have mastered this important and epoch-making technology now?"
Life is like a crosstalk, with funny people and straight men, and tacit cooperation, which makes the show interesting.
"Why are you so anxious? Asking so many questions at once, it's like torture. You should be more considerate of Mr. Fu."
"Mr. Fu flew to the United States personally. He's such a big shot, so of course the other party will give him some face."
"I believe in Mr. Fu. He returned two weeks earlier than previously promised. Needless to say, he must have mastered the latest rocket recovery technology!"
A group of people nodded, "Yes, yes, Mr. Fu, we are all partners, so don't hide it, show us that technology."
Fu Linchen said lazily, "I don't have the skills, but I do have a life. If you dare to raise a knife, I will stick out my neck."
Everyone: "...What do you mean by this?"
Fu Linchen: "You're all domineering CEOs, but your comprehension is so poor? Do you want me to repeat it again?"
Everyone understood the situation, but they were just too surprised, because up to now, everything Fu Linchen did had never failed.
"Boss Fu, have you completely failed this time?"
Fu Linchen knocked a cigarette out of the box, tilted his head and lit it. The eyes behind the smoke were sharp and tough, and the aura of a superior was terrifying, revealing an indescribable sense of oppression.
"Don't imagine me being overwhelmed by a little setback."
“I haven’t failed, I just haven’t succeeded yet.”
“The night may be dark and cold, but there will always be light at dawn.”
"Whatever I want, I will get."
Fu Linchen said to the secretary guarding the door, "Show him out."
The secretary asked everyone in the room to leave.
When Fu Linchen walked from the office to the meeting room, he heard the male secretaries in the secretariat discussing something.
"Oh, what a pity! Mr. Fu didn't get the latest rocket launch and recovery technology when he returned from the United States this time."
Fu Linchen: "With a bunch of employees like you who are always trying to take advantage of the situation, the company is only saved by my ability. It's all your fault that we haven't got the latest rocket launch and recovery technology."
Male secretaries: “…Ah?”
Fu Linchen: "The year-end bonus will be deducted."
Male secretaries: “…Ah!”
Help! Is there anyone who can help him?
Fu Linchen sat in the conference room, his mind racing, clearly knowing that there were two paths before him.
One is to develop it yourself, and the other is to learn from a master.
The second way was blocked by him when he punched Mike in the face.
If we rely on our own research and development, it will take five or six years at the fastest, and fifty or sixty years at the slowest.
It takes time, effort and money.
Fu Linchen leaned his head back on the back of his office chair and let out a long sigh through his thin, crimson lips.
The phone rang in the office. It was a woman's voice: "Fu Linchen, I can help you get what you want."
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