"You guys, when you get back, immediately raise the price of these fishing rods by 500%!"
"When the time comes, a limited number of them will be available in the VIP area of the fishery!"
A few gangsters nodded and said yes.
"Haha, Lu Xingchen is such a handsome bastard, bah! Lu Xingchen is such an ugly bastard!"
"What's the point of being handsome? All he does all day is tinker with his handicrafts!"
"You have a lot of fancy gadgets every day, but in the end, aren't they just for me?"
…
Ye Liangcheng returned to the company with satisfaction, having his own plans in mind.
Holding Lu Xingchen's fishing rod, Ye Liangcheng took credit to his father Ye Dafa and said that he developed it himself.
Ye Dafa checked the fishing rod and was immediately delighted.
The fishery was immediately handed over to Ye Liangcheng, the son of this stepmother, for management.
"Haha, Lu Xingchen, you handsome...ugly bastard! Things change over time, don't look down on the young and poor!"
"Wait for me to climb up step by step, kill my eldest brother and become the head of the Ye family. Then I will make sure you die without a burial place!"
Ye Liangcheng, who had obtained the management rights, gritted his teeth and thought to himself, but for some reason, when Ye Liangcheng spoke, the corners of his mouth kept twitching from time to time...
Lu Xingchen was sorting materials in the factory at this time.
I just finished tidying up when I sneezed twice for no apparent reason.
"What's going on? I think, I get scolded, and then I catch a cold. Is someone scolding me?"
As he spoke, Lu Xingchen went to improve the production line and first made three samples: T500, T600, and T1000.
"For things like fishing rods, high-end ones don't sell as well as mid-range ones. It's better not to make products for now."
"Let's go to Shenda Fishery in a couple of days to check the situation and then decide!"
On this side, Ye Liangcheng quickly took control of the Shenda Fishing Ground with the help of Lu Xingchen's fishing rod.
Many people came here to buy these fishing rods and praised them highly.
Ye Liangcheng is extremely hypocritical.
He thought that he and Lu Xingchen only had a one-way connection and there was an information gap.
Therefore, they advertised this fishing rod to the outside world as being unique to the Ye Group.
If necessary, make an appointment half a month in advance.
This news was known to the old man who was fishing with Lu Xingchen at the time.
The old man mistakenly thought that Lu Xingchen was from the Ye Group.
So I spent a lot of money to buy some fishing rods, and when I received them, I added the contact information of the person in charge of the fish farm.
…
At this time, in a mysterious conference hall in Yanjing.
A group of people prepared for a meeting with serious expressions.
"Political Commissar, why did you call our R&D department over for the meeting?"
At this time, an old cadre wearing glasses asked.
And the person sitting in the main seat was actually the old man to whom Lu Xingchen had given the fishing rod that day.
"Because I want to get an explanation from your R&D department today!"
As he spoke, the political commissar gave everyone a fishing rod.
"What is this? This is carbon fiber?!"
The old cadre wearing glasses soon discovered the clue.
"Yes, carbon fiber. It's the carbon fiber that's been stuck in your Air Force R&D department's neck for a long time!"
"Is this fishing rod made in China? Is it made of carbon fiber from China?"
"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"
The old cadre with glasses muttered to himself in disbelief.
"You still have the nerve to say that?!"
The political commissar's face darkened.
"Back then, each of you had such great ambitions!"
"He patted his forehead and told me that he would complete the task within a year!"
"And now? Three years have already passed!"
"What on earth does your R&D department do?"
As he spoke, the political commissar slammed the fishing rod in his hand forward.
The quality of the fishing rod was incredibly good. It opened automatically after it fell down and stuck into the green plants in the room.
"Political Commissar, this really isn't a problem with our R&D department!"
The old man wearing glasses looked resentful.
"Foreign countries are monopolizing technology and using every possible means to sanction us!"
"All patents are blocked, especially by the Little Japan Country. They strictly prohibit even rough finished products from reaching us!"
The political commissar's face turned even uglier when he heard this.
"Oh? So what have you been doing for the past three years?"
"The blueprints for the new fighter jets from the Air Force have already come out, but you can't produce the materials here!"
"Do you know how much money is wasted if we overturn and start over with the blueprints?"
The veteran cadres in the R&D department were so upset when they heard this that they felt like crying.
"We know it's a waste of time and money, but there's really nothing we can do!"
"Secrecy needs to be maintained, and the young people don't want to get involved. It's simply not going to work if we, the old guys, are the only ones left to do it!"
The political commissar seemed to understand the difficulties after hearing this, and his expression eased slightly.
"Go back and test the parameters of this carbon fiber fishing rod immediately. Tell me as soon as you have any information!"
"yes!"
The veteran cadre from the R&D department took the fishing rod back and handed it over to the people from the Materials Research Institute for testing.
After several days of repeated testing.
The test results shocked everyone at the Materials Research Institute!
"Is this domestically made? We've been trying so hard to make something, but it's been made by a domestic company?"
The vice president of the Materials Research Institute broke out in a cold sweat as he looked at the carbon fiber.
"The compressive strength and elastic modulus are both ahead of China."
"It can withstand temperatures of 3000 degrees Celsius without softening!"
"Is this really made by our own companies?"
"Isn't this a slap in our face..."
"Hurry up and tell the political commissar! No, don't tell him yet, go and ask the director!"
"Also, call the people from the Air Force Research Institute immediately!"
"yes!"
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