Chapter 170: Why Do Scumbags Make Things Difficult for Each Other?

"If you pay more, it's easy to handle."

Zhao Qingxun said readily: "As long as we can get the MP3 on the market as quickly as possible, some expenses are within the plan, but you cannot just provide suggestions from now on; you need to participate more deeply in the project's operations."

Just now, Yang Tianxing had been playing tricks, clearly having good suggestions but not stating them directly to her face; Zhao Qingxun hoped Yang Tianxing could be a bit more sincere.

In fact, Yang Tianxing was sincere enough about this project, and sincere enough about the "bestie" friendship between him and Zhao Qingxun; he just wasn't sincere enough about the interpersonal relationships within the factory.

The timing wasn't right yet, and his own foundation wasn't solid, so he didn't want to stick his neck out just yet.

"Since President Zhao is making a request, then I will just listen." Yang Tianxing said half-jokingly and half-seriously. Zhao Qingxun glanced at him, smiled, and said nothing.

The next morning, Yang Tianxing arrived at Runxing Electronics Factory again, prepared to accompany the inspection.

Several of the factory's persons-in-charge had just received the notice; the original plan was for the four companies—Landu, Chenman, Jinjie, and Lianfa—to bring their products over for on-site comparison.

Lin Zhaohui, the factory director of Runxing Electronics Factory, even came over specifically to ask for instructions: "Should we send a notice first? If we just go to other companies like this, will they think we are launching a surprise attack, and that we are not respectful enough in terms of etiquette?"

Zhao Qingxun tilted her chin toward Yang Tianxing: "This is Consultant Yang's suggestion; you should explain it to Director Lin."

Originally, after Lin Zhaohui entered the room, Yang Tianxing had habitually pretended to be invisible; he turned to the side of the coffee machine, one hand casually tucked into his trouser pocket, the other fiddling with a roly-poly toy ornament.

Pushing it over, pressing it down, the roly-poly toy swayed left and right like it was drunk, and Yang Tianxing watched with a smile.

He hadn't expected Zhao Qingxun to put him on the spot with a single sentence; Yang Tianxing thought to himself, Zhao Qingxun, why are you so mean? It serves you right that you haven't dated a boyfriend yet.

"Ahem."

Yang Tianxing coughed; this was a surprise attack, after all—otherwise, if everyone were just acting, how could they see the actual situation?

However, he didn't say that out loud; he smiled and explained to Lin Zhaohui: "Actually, it doesn't count as a surprise attack. We are the Party A that pays the money; to those four companies, we are God. To put it more colloquially, we are their 'daddy.' Does a 'daddy' visiting his son's house need to consider whether to send a notice or not? We can go whenever we want."

Lin Zhaohui sized up Yang Tianxing, thinking that although the words were vulgar, the logic was correct; it was just too overbearing.

Yang Tianxing didn't usually speak easily, and Lin Zhaohui couldn't gauge the relationship between Yang Tianxing and Zhao Qingxun, but Zhao Qingxun didn't seem to have any aversion to these street-slang expressions, so he also nodded in agreement: "Consultant Yang's words make a lot of sense; only by knowing the enemy and knowing yourself can you win every battle."

After Lin Zhaohui left, Zhao Qingxun tilted her head and stared at Yang Tianxing.

"What?"

Yang Tianxing looked himself up and down, thinking there was something wrong with his clothes.

"Nothing."

Zhao Qingxun smiled sweetly: "Why didn't you reveal to Director Lin that the real reason was a change in the evaluation criteria, and that you were preparing to start from other non-technical details, but instead brushed it off with jokes?"

"Saying it that way would make it seem like I'm smarter than them."

Yang Tianxing spread his hands: "Actually, after I proposed this MP3 project, the rest was just me beating the drums on the side; most of the work is still completed by them. Director Lin is the big boss; I'm just a little brother."

Zhao Qingxun nodded. Although this person Yang Tianxing was a scumbag in his personal life, his grasp of the big picture was clear, making him suitable for coordination work.

However, she was a bit puzzled: "In terms of age, you should count as his nephew generation, maybe even younger."

"You don't understand; this 'little brother' is not that 'little brother'."

Yang Tianxing didn't want to keep dwelling on the term "little brother" and changed the subject: "Which company are we going to first?"

"You decide."

Zhao Qingxun replied.

"I decide?"

Yang Tianxing was a bit puzzled.

"You are too lazy, taking one step only when pushed. I'm not paying you very happily, so you must do more work."

Zhao Qingxun picked up her small handbag: "You are in command today, little brother."

……………

Just like that, Yang Tianxing became the person in charge of this inspection tour. Fortunately, this work wasn't difficult for him, and there weren't many people accompanying them—just two cars.

Zhao Qingxun decided to go to Chenman Display Manufacturing Factory first, only calling their boss when they were almost at the entrance.

Chenman's boss, Li Qisen, didn't know which woman's bed he was sleeping in; while getting dressed, he apologized over the phone, claiming he had been too busy with social engagements last night and had accidentally overslept.

Yang Tianxing reported this to Zhao Qingxun, saying with a smile: "I even heard a woman's voice on the phone; she asked Li Qisen, 'Is that your wife calling?'"

Zhao Qingxun laughed upon hearing this. The female executive from the administrative department accompanying them hesitated: "Since that's the case, should we leave Chenman?"

"Ask him; today we all listen to his command." Zhao Qingxun looked at Yang Tianxing.

Yang Tianxing thought for a moment: "Since we are already at the entrance, let's go in and take a look. We can't sentence Chenman to death just because of these things; after all, product quality and the service system are the keys to our cooperation. As for Li Qisen's personal conduct, we can condemn it morally, but we cannot interfere excessively."

"Right, people of the same kind can always understand and tolerate each other."

After Yang Tianxing said so much, Zhao Qingxun summarized the purpose in one concise sentence.

Before long, Chenman's boss, Li Qisen, rushed over; looking at the mud on the wheels, he must have driven very fast the whole way.

There was no help for it; the contract amount from Runxing Electronics Factory was very large and could probably directly change Chenman's market position.

It was just that it was rumored the person who made the final decision was a young girl who didn't like social engagements, so Li Qisen could only interact with Runxing's other persons-in-charge.

"Hello, which one is President Zhao?" Li Qisen asked politely.

Yang Tianxing waved his hand: "President Zhao is in the car behind, but don't go bother her. I will arrange all activities today. My surname is Yang—no need for formalities—please lead the way into the factory."

"Good, good, good. Please, President Yang, please."

As Li Qisen led the way, he felt strange inside: why were the people coming out of Runxing Electronics Factory to call the shots all young people? The one in front of him was clearly just a college student.

However, he didn't dare to underestimate him; just now, what Yang Tianxing said was steady and flawless, pointing out the purpose while also highlighting the interpersonal relationships.

Nervousness and restraint simply didn't exist.

However, Chenman itself didn't live up to expectations and didn't win the opportunity that Yang Tianxing had tried to secure for his "own kind"; the factory management was a mess, and it hadn't yet shed the style of a primitive small workshop.

"Let's go."

Yang Tianxing hadn't even finished looking at one circle before he ordered people to leave.

Li Qisen hurriedly walked up and asked: "President Yang, what do you think?"

Yang Tianxing replied with a blank expression: "It's hard to say right now."

Li Qisen looked left and right, then quietly took a thick

He stuffed the envelope into Yang Tianxing's bag: "Brother Yang, please help put in a few good words for me."

Yang Tianxing took the envelope out, felt the thickness—at least 5,000 or more—and smilingly returned the envelope: "President Li, why must a scumbag make things difficult for another scumbag?"