Chapter 6: The Wealth from Heaven Is Refused

"Who doesn't know that radios are basically not used by anyone now? Radios are destined to be eliminated in the future. If we produce them now, who will buy them?"

"Is this the level of a top student who graduated from Hanxi Communications University?!"

After Li Li Dongling finished speaking, the conference room was filled with laughter, as if they had heard a joke. Various criticisms and ridicules continued.

"Academic qualifications don't represent experience. Still too young. The level of students now is really far worse than when we were there. It's really one generation worse than the next!"

An old technician sitting below Xu Yiqiao took off his glasses and shook his head and sighed like an old man. Li Dongling remembered his name was Song Yajun. Like Zhou Wenyang, he was also one of the "old oxen" of the Technical Section. He also felt that what Li Dongling said was nonsense.

Regarding these words, Li Dongling didn't care at all. Unlike Zhou Wenyang, he didn't have much feelings for the Wireless Factory No. 1 and would definitely not guard this crooked-neck tree to the death. It's hard to persuade a ghost who wants to die with good words. Since these people wanted the Xicheng Wireless Factory No. 1 to engage in a price war with television giants like Changhong, why should Li Dongling persuade them again?

Televisions looked hot, and they were in the stage of color TVs replacing black-and-white TVs. Sales were very hot, but with the strength of the Xicheng Wireless Factory No. 1, going to engage in internal involution with television giants like Changhong was basically like a dung beetle entering a toilet.

The radios the Xicheng Wireless Factory No. 1 made before were large home radios. Radios didn't look like many people bought them, but they had always existed, and for the next ten or even twenty years, they wouldn't disappear. Just this user scale was on the scale of tens of millions!

Home radios weren't bought by many people anymore, but now there weren't many entertainment activities. The ways to obtain information were just television, newspapers, and radio. Radios were still a necessity and a main entertainment and leisure tool for many people.

Launching personal mini radios—not daring to say they would sell well, but selling hundreds of thousands or millions of units a year in the country had no difficulty at all. Even if one personal radio only sold for a few dozen yuan, it was enough for the Xicheng Wireless Factory No. 1 to survive the crisis, or even earn over ten million. In the next few years, they could live on this business.

And if they could transition to car radios, borrowing the spring breeze of the automotive industry, then the Xicheng Wireless Factory No. 1 listing on the stock market in the future wouldn't be a difficult task.

In the future, automobiles in the country would continue to explode for decades. Now, the domestic automobile sales volume was less than one million. The car radio market didn't look large, but in the future, the annual automobile sales scale could reach 20 or 30 million.

Holding onto this big thigh, if they could become the top of the industry—even if they didn't make progress, didn't enter audio equipment, home audio-visual, or set up an online audio platform, doing some products like Ximalaya audiobooks—just lying flat, living for decades simply wouldn't be a problem. In the future, relying on patents to survive for another ten years, half a century would probably have passed.

The wealth from heaven smashed into their faces, and the meal was delivered to their mouths, but the Xicheng Wireless Factory No. 1 refused to eat a single bite of the "food of charity," starving to death by its own ability. If the Xicheng Wireless Factory No. 1 collapsed one day, I don't know if this group of people would regret today.

Xu Xu Yiqiao also suppressed his laughter. "The idea is still good, but Li Dongling might not be familiar with this line of work yet. Experience is not enough. Old Zhou, you should bring Li Dongling along more in the future. Young people need to grow."

"I know!" Zhou Wenyang stood up and said upon hearing this.

"Honestly, I feel that what you said has potential. My old man is retired and wanders around all day. If we could launch that kind of personal portable radio, he would definitely carry it every day. I would definitely buy one for my old man!"

After leaving the conference room, Zhang Ao leaned over to Li Li Dongling and said. Regarding that set of technology, Zhang Ao definitely didn't understand, but he could know what kind of product people would use.

Li Li Dongling felt that Zhang Ao was just muddling through in the Technical Section. If he were to do sales, he might be a good hand.

"But what you say doesn't count!"

Hearing these words from Li Li Dongling, Zhang Ao also cursed, "This factory will be tossed to death by that group of bastards sooner or later. If I were the factory manager, I would kick out all those who eat for free..."

Li Li Dongling couldn't help but smile upon hearing this. Zhang Ao was ruthless, even cursing himself. Zhang Ao also realized he had cursed too much and had even dragged himself in, his face full of embarrassment.

"Your bicycle, I need to use it for another day tomorrow!" Tomorrow was a day off, and Li Li Dongling wanted to go home.

Zhang Ao looked a bit unruly, but his personality was very free and easy. He waved his hand. "You can use it as you please, as long as you don't lose it. That car was used by my old man when he was the director of the supply and marketing cooperative. As long as you don't lose it."

Before returning, Li Dongling went to the store and the meat shop, buying quite a few things, and also went to the bookstore to buy some books and supplies. His younger sister, Li Dongyue, was currently in her third year of high school and would take the college entrance examination next year. Li Dongling wanted to purchase some things for her.

Li Li Dongling's home was in a village under Shangguan Town, near the suburbs of Pingyang City. In his previous life, Shangguan Town had already been developed into an urban area, and the village of Li Li Dongling's old home had also been demolished and relocated.

Riding his bicycle, looking at the various buildings on both sides of the road that originally existed in his memory appearing before his eyes, countless thoughts also appeared in Li Li Dongling's heart. Then he accelerated his speed and rushed toward home.

"Mom!"

According to his memory, arriving at a courtyard, Li Li Dongling saw a person wearing gray clothes who was hand-washing clothes in front of the door, and couldn't help but call out.

Wang Wang Xiulan heard this, couldn't help but raise her head, her face revealing joy. "Li Dongling is back!"

Putting down the clothes she had washed halfway, Wang Wang Xiulan got up and opened the wooden gate of the courtyard, letting Li Li Dongling in. She took down the pile of things he had bought and complained, "Why buy so many things? It's a waste of money. Your dad and I can't use them!"

"Old man, Li Dongling is back, and you don't even make a sound!"

Wang Wang Xiulan said this toward the little old man sitting in the courtyard smoking a dry pipe. Hearing this, Li Li Zhenlin raised his head and glanced at Li Li Dongling, then slammed the pipe bowl against the ground twice. "I'm not blind yet, I can see!"

Li Li Dongling had been familiar with Li Li Zhenlin's temper since he was a child; he knew for certain that Li Dongshan must have returned and told Li Li Zhenlin that he had already returned to Pingyang.

"Dad!"

Regardless of whether Li Li Zhenlin was angry or not, Li Li Dongling took out the two bottles of good liquor and the meat he had brought back. "Tonight, my eldest brother and I will keep you company for a few drinks!"

In his previous life, after the incident with Li Dongling and An Ruxue, Li Zhenlin and Wang Xiulan had also been worried sick. They seemed to have aged several years overnight, and their backs had completely hunched over. Li Zhenlin had a big temper, but he had spent his whole life putting his heart and soul into the three of them, his children.

"Second Brother!"

A crisp voice came out. Li Dongling saw Li Dongyue, who came out of the house. Li Dongyue, who had short hair and wore black-rimmed glasses, always gave people a feeling of being serious, but Li Dongling knew how high her appearance was after she took off her glasses.

In his previous life, Li Dongyue was admitted to a university in Yanjing and read until she graduated with a doctorate. Later, together with her husband, she opened a software development company and was the one among the siblings who lived the best.

Li Dongyue looked left and right behind Li Dongling, then raised her small face and said seriously, "Where is Sister Xue? Didn't she come back with you?!"

During her holidays, An Ruxue had come to the Li family several times with Li Dongling. An Ruxue had bought all kinds of clothes and school supplies for Li Dongyue, tutored Li Dongyue's homework, and Li Dongyue was An Ruxue's staunch supporter in the Li family. When Li Dongling and An Ruxue were not getting along, she had specially flown from Yanjing to Xiyuan City many times to persuade them to reconcile.

Li Li Dongling couldn't help but grab her serious little face. "She has something to do, so she won't come to Pingyang!"

Today, it was rare for the whole Li family to be together. Wang Wang Xiulan made a large table of food, braised the fish Li Li Dongling had brought back, and also killed a home-raised egg-laying chicken.

"It's not easy to get into a university, and you don't stay in the provincial capital properly, but insist on coming back. Here, I don't know how many times you'll have to suffer in the future!"

During the meal, Li Li Zhenlin, who had been sullen all afternoon, finally couldn't hold it in anymore. After taking a bite of meat and a gulp of the liquor Li Li Dongling had brought back, he finally couldn't help but mutter.

Although he was muttering, Li Li Dongling could hear it clearly among the few people present. Wang Wang Xiulan, who had been busy running back and forth and was still watching the soup simmering on the stove, came back and heard this. She slapped Li Li Zhenlin on the arm, "You old man, it wasn't easy for Li Dongling and the others to come back for a visit, what are you still nagging about!"

"What do you know!"

Li Li Zhenlin glared at Wang Wang Xiulan, but after being an old married couple for decades, Wang Wang Xiulan had long since mastered his temper. She ignored him completely, leaving Li Li Zhenlin with nowhere to vent his anger.

"Come, let's have a drink!"

Li Li Dongling poured a glass of liquor for the father and the two sons. Li Li Zhenlin was dissatisfied, but he still raised his glass. The few of them clinked glasses. After his eldest brother Li Dongshan fell ill in his previous life, the Li family had never drunk like this again.

In a building in the municipal family courtyard of Xiyuan in the provincial capital, the telephone rang. An Ruxue, who was sitting on the sofa next to the phone, answered it immediately.

"Your brother is looking for you; the call has been transferred!"

After connecting the call, An Ruxue shouted upstairs and sat down again to read. But the hand holding the book tightened a bit unconsciously.

A middle-aged man sitting on another sofa watched this scene and shook his head slightly. ===== CHAPTER 7 =====