Chapter 2080

"Ah?" Zhou Andong asked, pretending to be stupid: "Do you still have something to say?"

The old man stared, pointed at the sofa, and blew his beard and stared: "Sit there honestly for me."

"Sit then, why are you getting angry?" Zhou Andong muttered, sat down slowly: "Grandpa, look at you, if you have anything, just say it together. Why do you pant so much when you speak? I thought you were done, so I was in a hurry to leave to go back and rest."

Jian Qiu pinched Zhou Andong's waist with her fingers, biting her lip to keep from laughing.

Zhou Andong was pinched and bared his teeth, hurriedly reaching out to grab Jian Qiu's evil hand.

The old man's mouth twitched fiercely. For this grandson-in-law, he really loved and hated him, couldn't bear to hit or scold him, and could only sigh secretly.

But he still kept a serious expression on his face, and his tone was unquestionable: "BAIC and the Wool Textile Factory, choose one."

Zhou Andong blinked his eyes and said in shock: "Grandpa, you're not joking with me, are you? You want to sell BAIC or the Wool Textile Factory to me?"

"..."

The old man was amused by the anger and scolded with a smile: "You little bastard, if you talk nonsense with me again, believe it or not, I'll hit your butt?"

Seeing that the old man had made up his mind, Zhou Andong sighed and said: "Grandpa, this habit of yours of forcing a duck onto a perch needs to be changed; it's too bad."

The old man didn't speak, but picked up a cigarette and lit it, then looked at Zhou Andong without blinking.

Zhou Andong said helplessly: "I have my own enterprise now. It's not appropriate for me to go to a state-owned enterprise, right?"

The old man snorted: "I say it's appropriate, so it's appropriate. You don't need to consider these."

"It won't work if I don't consider it." Zhou Andong said with a worried face: "I still have a big mess there, where do I have the energy to take a position in a state-owned enterprise?"

The old man didn't give Zhou Andong a chance at all: "The Yugong Group has Qiuqiu. You only need to grasp the general direction behind the scenes. How much energy can it take?"

Looking at the expectation and trust flashing in the old man's eyes, he sighed inwardly. He really couldn't bear to refuse this old man.

But asking him to work for nothing was also impossible. As for giving him a high salary, joke, he, Chairman Zhou, still cares about that little bit of salary?

Seeing Zhou Andong pondering, the old man's spirit was lifted: "If you have any requirements, you can bring them up. As long as it is reasonable, I will try my best to satisfy you."

Zhou Andong smacked his lips but didn't speak. He was pondering where to go and what benefits he could get.

What he wanted most was BAIC. In this era, the three major parts—engine, chassis, and transmission—must definitely use imported ones.

As long as he could come up with a few car models that would be popular in later generations and do a good job in quality control and after-sales, they would definitely be popular.

As for the domestic three major parts, forget it. No matter how good the design, quality control, and after-sales were, in this era, the reputation would collapse.

The technology of domestic three major parts would only mature after 2010, and it was private enterprises that had been investing huge amounts of money in R&D to make domestic car three major parts no longer dependent on imports.

And state-owned enterprises like BAIC, FAW, and GAC could only "hehe." The country invested tens or hundreds of billions to support them, but none of them thought about doing R&D.

BAIC had always lived by joint ventures and lived very comfortably later. GAC also followed suit but didn't learn well. Cooperating with Jeep, the Compass was launched amidst the expectations of the vast number of consumers, and sales exploded.

But the good times didn't last long because they didn't take quality seriously, and problems kept breaking out. In the end, the reputation collapsed, and the subsequent car models were all lukewarm.

As for FAW, the eldest son of the Republic, the mother was really biased. She was really willing to give money. Later, she gave more than 20 billion at once, hoping they would be competitive and build a car that truly belonged to the Chinese people.

But three or four years passed, let alone a car, they didn't even see the damn wheels. What's even more ridiculous is that Airbus spent less than 1 billion US dollars to develop an aircraft, while FAW took more than 20 billion RMB and couldn't develop a car.

This time, the mother was angry, really angry. From top to bottom, more than 300 people were investigated. You have to know that those who can be taken away for investigation must have power.

Think about it, an enterprise, more than 300 people have problems, so how can it be good? Don't say 20 billion, even if you give them 200 billion, don't even think about building a car.

Zhou Andong's mind was wandering, and finally he gave up the idea of going to BAIC. He was cooperating with Shen Mingsheng and Young Master Pu to enter the field of automobile manufacturing. Now they were negotiating the acquisition of an enterprise with an automobile manufacturing license.

In addition, there was Brother Boatman, whose mobile battery business was booming, and it wouldn't take long before he would also enter the field of automobile manufacturing. If he went to BAIC, he would definitely form competition with his two enterprises.

The most important thing was that if he went to BAIC, he wouldn't get any benefits and could only get a dead salary. Even if they gave him a million-dollar annual salary, so what? Did he care about that little bit of money?

So, he could only choose the Wool Textile Factory, and at the Wool Textile Factory, he could get the maximum benefit.

"How about it?" The old man asked eagerly: "Have you thought about it?"

Zhou Andong took a deep breath and looked at Jian Qiu: "Wife, you make the decision for our family. You say, should I go?"

Jian Qiu rolled her eyes at him: "You decide for yourself."

Zhou Andong touched his chin: "Is the Wool Textile Factory a state-owned enterprise or a central enterprise?"

The old man didn't understand what Zhou Andong meant by asking this, but Jian Qiu, as his wife, knew what her man was thinking.

"The Wool Textile Factory is a state-owned enterprise. Put away your unrealistic thoughts."

Zhou Andong was very disappointed: "I thought I could use this opportunity to enter the ministry."

The old man suddenly realized and scolded with a smile: "You are only twenty-seven this year. Even if the Wool Textile Factory is a state-owned enterprise, it is also a department-level one. Are you still not satisfied?"

Zhou Andong was once the factory director of Jiangzhou Winery and concurrently the Party Secretary. Although the time was short, it was a proper department-level position, and he was currently in a state of suspension without pay.

And the Wool Textile Factory and BAIC were both department-level enterprises. No matter where he went, it was an extraordinary promotion. And this era belonged to a special period, treated specially, and extraordinary promotions were not uncommon.

However, central enterprises were ministerial-level enterprises. Even if Zhou Andong was ordered to take office in a crisis and served as the general person in charge of a central enterprise, his level could not go up because the span was too large and too unrealistic.

Zhou Andong's dream of being a ministerial-level leader at twenty-seven was shattered, and he sighed.

"Alright!" The old man said dissatisfiedly: "Are you going to the Wool Textile Factory or BAIC?"

"I don't want to go anywhere."

Zhou Andong muttered. The attraction of the department-level position to him was really not big, but the old man was so old, and he couldn't bear to refuse.

"Wool Textile Factory!"