Chapter 395: Confess honestly, or I'll call the police to arrest you right now

"After I sent the guy surnamed Ai away, I had been waiting for his news, but I never waited for it. Hehe, I had been guarding against this hand for a long time. I just need to keep a close eye on the guy surnamed Guan. They want to shake me off? No way."

"When I followed the eldest of the Guan family south all the way, I had been praying to gods and Buddhas in my heart, begging that beast Qiming not to die. Otherwise, getting one of his sons or grandsons wouldn't be enough for the interest."

"It's just that after not seeing him for so many years, he's more cowardly than before, actually not daring to step on this land again. It's truly a pity."

After Old Song's emotions stabilized, he told Li Ye the reason he came to Guangdong Province. When he finished speaking, he bared a mouth full of yellow teeth and chuckled hehehe.

At this time, Old Song had returned to his oily, treacherous, and slightly sleazy appearance. No one could tell that just a few minutes ago, this cripple, whose old bones didn't even weigh a hundred jin, had the madness of trading his life for another.

After Li Ye listened quietly to Old Song finish speaking, he asked softly: "Then what are you planning to do now? Are you going to Hong Kong to find him? Looking for a needle in a haystack, it's not easy to find someone quietly."

"No need to look, he will show up."

Old Song bared his yellow teeth and smiled eerily: "I've pondered it clearly these past few days. The guy surnamed Ai suffered overseas and knows that foreigners look down on him. This is returning to fish for money, so in the future... I have plenty of opportunities."

Li Ye looked at Old Song in front of him and sighed secretly in his heart: "A talent."

Just now, everyone thought that running away was the right path, but they couldn't see that returning from overseas to fish for money was even easier.

But this talent was now determined to take revenge, so Li Ye had to ask: "Do you have anything you need my help with?"

"No, no, Scholar, don't you wade into this muddy water. It's not worth it to stain your clothes. However..."

Old Song hesitated for a moment and said sincerely: "I just have a little grandson who has always been in the hometown. If I have any mishaps in the future, please help me keep him in Qingshui County. Don't let him come out, just live a stable life for a lifetime."

"I have a buttload of things to do and can't even handle them! Keep your own grandson down yourself. You're a disaster, your life is tough!"

Li Ye turned and walked away, cursing.

"I'll take it that you agreed! Thank you!"

Old Song looked at Li Ye's back, grinned and smiled, and said in a voice only he could hear: "You're right, let's see whose life is tougher."

"Duo duo duo."

In the capital, in a certain scientific research compound, Tang Mingtai carried a gift and knocked on the door of a certain household.

After the door opened, a thin old man blocked the doorway, looking Tang Mingtai up and down with a cold gaze.

Tang Mingtai said awkwardly: "Hey, Teacher is home! I'm Tang Mingtai..."

"I know you're Tang Mingtai. I'd recognize you even if you turned into a monkey. But I'm not your teacher. Who are you trying to get close to?"

The old man spat at Tang Mingtai in a high-pitched voice, then looked at the things in his hand with disdain: "And what are you here for today? Regret? Figured it out? My daughter married long ago..."

Tang Mingtai's face turned a bit red, and he said sheepishly: "Professor Zhao, I'm here this time because there are some technical difficulties that need your help."

The old man gave a hum and said: "What a joke. You, Tang Mingtai, are a talent of heaven, and you still need my help? I, Zhao Xiangchu, have dim eyes and low spirits, so I can't see what tricks you're playing... Besides, I've already retired. You can go give gifts to others if you have money."

Tang Mingtai saw that Dean Zhao was about to close the door, so he quickly took a stack of materials out of his bag and handed them over: "Professor Zhao, we are going to compete with the Fusang people this time. Please help take a look!"

"Compete with the Fusang people?"

Professor Zhao, with a face full of resentment, didn't close the door completely, glanced at Tang Mingtai, and then looked at the things in his hand.

"You only brought this little bit of stuff to ask me to solve a problem?"

Tang Mingtai finally entered Professor Zhao's door, but Professor Zhao only opened the materials and looked at them for a few glances before throwing them on the coffee table with a "bang," his face very displeased.

"Even this kind of thing needs me to solve it? Tell me honestly, what are you really here for today?"

"Teacher, listen to me. Sewing equipment is of course too simple for you, but we need sufficient technical reserves to compete with the Fusang people."

Tang Mingtai reached out and found two copies from the materials, showing them to Professor Zhao: "This is the Changbei-2 sewing machine we have initially developed successfully, and this is the improvement plan and technical data provided by Zhongai Machinery Company."

"The performance of the sewing machine we developed is not worse than the sewing machine of Zhongai Machinery Company, but this is not a world-class level."

"The Fusang people definitely don't just have this generation of technology in their hands; they must have even more advanced technology. According to their habits, they will only invest technology that is slightly more advanced than their opponents."

"Once the opponent develops a new product, they will immediately invest even more advanced technology again, making the opponent's research costs, production costs, and labor costs all go down the drain. This is a method the Fusang people are accustomed to using."

Professor Zhao's face became serious, and he nodded: "This sounds like the style of the little Japanese. Then to what extent do you want to research your technical reserves?"

Tang Mingtai said clearly: "Produce one generation, finalize one generation, pre-research one generation... never fall behind them."

Professor Zhao frowned, picked up the two materials and looked at them again, then shook his head: "You are taking it for granted. Not to mention that technical tackling is not something I can do alone, even if a technical plan is produced, how can you compete with them in machining precision?"

"... Sigh."

In Professor Zhao's sigh was full of the helplessness and shame of the mainland machinery industry in the 1980s.

Ordinary machine tools all have huge differences in precision, not to mention high-precision machining equipment.

High-precision machining equipment has always been one of the pearls at the top of the industrial pyramid, and it is also a pain pressing on the hearts of mainland industrial people.

Even decades later, after decades of catching up, the mainland smashed the price of a multi-axis machining center quoted by foreign merchants at 4 million per unit down to several hundred thousand per unit.

But... there is still a gap. Whoever uses it knows.

"Teacher, we are working hard to solve the machine tool issue. Now we just hope you can help ask who has time and is willing to cooperate with us to conduct continuous technical research."

"Cooperate? Continuous research?"

Professor Zhao asked strangely: "Aren't you solving a few technical problems? Why do you need continuous cooperation?"

Tang Mingtai explained: "It's like this, Teacher. Because we feel that various technical competitions are unavoidable in the future, we want to form a technical group that can fight at any time."

"Although we don't mind those doing short-term work, it would be better if we could cooperate long-term, or even come to work in our unit."

"You aren't here to ask me to solve technical difficulties; you are here to poach people!"

Professor Zhao glanced at Tang Mingtai, sneered, crossed his legs, and said lightly: "What is the nature of that Changbei Machinery Company of yours? How big is the scale? How much travel allowance can you give? What kind of salary and benefits can you give?"

Facing Professor Zhao's "realistic face," Tang Mingtai seemed to have expected it long ago and said with confidence: "Changbei Machinery Company is a Sino-Hong Kong joint venture. The scale is not large, but it has its own sales channels and can sell tens of thousands or even over a hundred thousand pieces of equipment every year."

"As for travel allowance and salary benefits... this is a deposit. If you come to work with us or cooperate long-term, we can discuss it face-to-face."

Tang Mingtai opened his leather bag and took out a thick envelope, placing it in front of Professor Zhao.

Professor Zhao glanced at the thickness of the envelope, feeling it should be two or three thousand yuan.

Although the year printed on the fourth set of RMB is 1980, the actual issuance time is much later. At this time, the largest denomination of RMB is the "Big Unity."

To say two or three thousand yuan is not a small amount in this era, and what Tang Mingtai said was a deposit, so Professor Zhao felt this price was okay for a Sunday engineer.

But Professor Zhao was someone who had seen the world after all, and he didn't see money and open his eyes.

"Take this money back first. I'll ask a few of your senior brothers and sisters if they have time and interest."

"This research of yours is both laborious and not very meaningful, so I can't guarantee anyone will be willing to work for you."

Tang Mingtai was stunned, then said awkwardly: "Teacher, I was thinking it would be better if you presided over it. After all, I don't know who is a practical person like you. If I run into someone like Qifan who is an official-fan, I'll be laughed at."

"With just this little money, you expect Qifan to do short-term work for you? He has his own research team now, with annual research funding of over ten thousand yuan, and he's even riding a motorcycle..."

Professor Zhao said angrily: "And it's just a sewing machine job. Which senior brother or sister of yours can't do it, that I have to stand on the stage for you?"

"By the way, why don't you do it yourself? Could it be that you've also been promoted to an official and are a cadre who has left production?"

Tang Mingtai touched the spit on his face and didn't argue with Professor Zhao.

People like Professor Zhao are now very difficult to be interested in research projects of this difficulty, and even those few powerful senior brothers and sisters are all pondering how to engage in advanced topics to raise their titles and positions.

So letting people tinker with this is indeed a bit insulting.

Then he could only give people compensation in another aspect.

Tang Mingtai pointed to the envelope on the coffee table and said in a low voice: "Teacher, this is US dollars inside."

Professor Zhao stared fixedly at Tang Mingtai, not knowing what he was thinking.

Seeing that Professor Zhao had no reaction, he had to add another sentence: "They are all one-hundred-dollar bills inside."

Tang Mingtai added two sentences, but Professor Zhao still didn't make a sound, just staring straight at Tang Mingtai.

Tang Mingtai was a bit puzzled. In this era, who doesn't value US dollars?

Let's put it this way! In these two years, if anyone leaked the news that they had US dollars at home, then in a few days, friends would come smelling the scent. Friends recommending friends, relatives recommending relatives, there was always a place where it could be used.

But what happened to Professor Zhao?

"Bang!"

Professor Zhao suddenly slapped the table, summoning an old lady from another room.

"Speak, what technology do you want me to research? Or what do you want to buy from me?"

"If you don't confess honestly, I'll call someone to arrest you right now."

(End of chapter)