Chapter 1125: Are you serious?

"Second brother, aren't you going home?"

Coming out of the restaurant, seeing Li Xuewu walking inside, Zhou Xiaoling asked curiously: "Staying here tonight?"

"Playing mahjong, coming or not?"

Li Xuewu asked the front desk if there was any money left in his account here, and if there was enough wine.

Hearing Zhou Xiaoling ask him, he turned around and pointed upstairs, saying: "Director Li's mahjong addiction has come up, and he's looking for people to fight to the end."

"Giggle—"

Zhou Xiaoling covered her mouth and giggled at his description, saying: "I thought leaders were all busy with ten thousand things, eating and sleeping in their clothes."

"Those are big leaders; we have time to combine work and rest."

Li Xuewu got the answer from the waiter that there was a surplus, so he walked towards the stairs, greeting: "If you're not going home tonight, you can come and join in; if you lose, it's on me."

"Going or not?"

Zhou Xiaoling liked to join in the fun, especially when there were leaders present.

This kind of private contact is very good for building relationships with leaders.

She shook Wang Yajuan's arm, asked excitedly, and also asked Zhao Yajun who was standing on the other side.

"I'd better go back, I don't know how to play mahjong..."

Zhao Yajun smiled bitterly and self-deprecatingly, greeted the two, and walked outside.

Wang Yajuan and Zhou Xiaoling stood in the lobby, watching that figure disappear into the night at the door.

The two looked at each other, and the interest in talking and the fun of going upstairs to play mahjong naturally disappeared.

"Actually, he's a good person, steady, honest, just right, isn't he?"

Wang Yajuan took back her gaze, looked at Zhou Xiaoling and said: "So-called care is sometimes not that important."

"Not important?"

Zhou Xiaoling's face was very calm, without a smile, but also without disgust.

She looked at the dots of light reflected in the lake water in the night, saying: "If it's not important, then why does everyone have to climb relationships?"

"He is indeed a good person, but he might be stubborn, just like you said."

Looking back at the stairwell, Li Xuewu's figure had long since disappeared.

"If even such a direct relationship is not used, just for the sake of a face."

Zhou Xiaoling looked at Wang Yajuan and said: "Then his dignity and face are really too noble, I'm afraid I won't be able to accommodate him in the future."

"He's a good person, but not suitable for me, thank you for introducing me."

"I hope you don't blame me for being nosy—"

Wang Yajuan gestured to the door, and the two walked out together; she sighed and said: "Actually, we are all the same, the stage is too high, and the lights are too dazzling to see clearly in front."

"Is that why you haven't found a partner?"

Zhou Xiaoling turned her head and glanced at her, asking: "What about you and him? Have you never thought about it again?"

"Who?"

Wang Yajuan turned her head and glanced at her, silent and speechless.

Zhou Xiaoling smiled and said: "Even you think this is still a secret, but actually everyone knows."

"Zhou Miaomiao and the others were punished that time, and when they came back, they told your story."

"Well, it's me deceiving myself."

Wang Yajuan walked with her head down, looking at her own shadow under the street lamp, saying: "I have nothing to do with him."

"I think so too; if you had a relationship, it wouldn't be so awkward."

Zhou Xiaoling smiled and said: "From the day I learned that we were going to be transferred to the Red Star Factory, I saw that you were full of worries."

She turned around, walked backward, looked at Wang Yajuan and asked: "Is it really that kind of childhood sweetheart? How old were you when you dated?"

"Fifteen, the year I just entered the dance troupe."

Wang Yajuan was silent for a long time before continuing: "What childhood sweetheart, it was just a confused age."

"But it was the purest love, wasn't it?"

Zhou Xiaoling said longingly: "If I were to fall in love now, I definitely wouldn't be able to feel that kind of state of mind."

"Of course I'm not full of material things, but you just saw it."

She said helplessly: "When you grow up, you will think about more things."

"I only asked about his family and ideals, and didn't even ask about his foundation in the city."

Zhou Xiaoling turned around, put her hands behind her back, and puffed out her chest, saying: "I don't expect love at first sight, but there must be a match in status."

"You are right, being realistic is better than regretting."

Wang Yajuan touched her arm and said: "People always have to be responsible for their own choices."

"There is one more reason why I refused him."

Zhou Xiaoling turned around, looked at Wang Yajuan and said: "I confessed to second brother, and he refused me."

"Is that so—"

Wang Yajuan was quite surprised, but not very surprised, just looked at Zhou Xiaoling and asked: "When? Why haven't I heard of it?"

"The time we went to Yangcheng, in the guesthouse."

Zhou Xiaoling said her own affairs very calmly today; she said: "I was in the same room as Zhou Miaomiao, and we talked about some topics about life and reality."

"Well, she lives very realistically and very freely,"

Wang Yajuan nodded and said: "One person, one idea, also depends on fate."

"Fate is that second brother didn't take a fancy to me, I can only rely on making friends with Li Xue."

Zhou Xiaoling shook her head amusedly, self-deprecatingly saying: "If he really wanted me that night, I wouldn't necessarily be able to let go."

"I don't know what I want, let alone what he can give me, or whether this is the love I want."

She said with a somewhat desolate and melancholy tone: "I can see that second brother didn't think about matching me with that captain at all."

"Why do you say that?"

Wang Yajuan glanced at her curiously and explained: "He called me this afternoon and specifically mentioned this matter."

"Maybe he thinks I'm not a good girl," Zhou Xiaoling looked at the stars in the sky and said: "Just like you said, that captain is steady, honest, so how could he be suitable for me."

"Don't let your imagination run wild, he wouldn't mean that."

Wang Yajuan understood; Zhou Xiaoling meant that Li Xuewu didn't think about matching them, and bringing Zhao Yajun here was just to make the other party give up.

In front of Li Xuewu, Zhou Xiaoling was like standing there naked, without any cover.

All her information, as well as her daily behavior, Li Xuewu could know.

Today's meeting was nothing more than giving both sides a decent face, letting Zhao Yajun feel her refusal more intuitively.

Of course, you can't say Li Xuewu wasn't serious, treating them to dinner, and inviting people familiar to both sides to talk.

But after the dinner ended, his choice to go upstairs still showed that Li Xuewu didn't care about this matter.

Wang Yajuan felt the inferiority and self-deprecation in Zhou Xiaoling's tone, and thinking of herself, she took the initiative to persuade: "He is not that kind of person."

"I know, it's me feeling sorry for myself."

Zhou Xiaoling turned her head and smiled slightly, saying: "If it were someone as mature as him, how could he calculate me like this."

"Actually... he wasn't like this before."

Wang Yajuan pursed her lips, looked at the night road ahead and recalled, saying: "His temper was very bad, but he was very good to people."

"Liked to joke, humorous, and loved the bustle most."

"How many years were you together?"

Zhou Xiaoling looked at her and asked: "Was it the kind that was very intimate?"

"Hmm—"

Wang Yajuan saw her ask so directly, but wasn't ashamed, and said with a light smile: "We almost had a child."

"Uh..."

Zhou Xiaoling was shocked beyond measure, her wide eyes full of disbelief, her small mouth shocked into an O shape.

"Really... really? Was it pregnancy?"

"Well, two years, we were together for two years," Wang Yajuan said in a very flat tone: "Finally broke up because of some small things."

"I disliked his lack of progress and unrestrained nature, and he couldn't bear my arrogance and selfishness."

"I... I really didn't think that between you..."

Zhou Xiaoling's mind was still echoing with the sentence "almost had a child"; she looked at Wang Yajuan and asked: "Just broke up like that?"

"Well, only knew I was pregnant after breaking up."

Wang Yajuan raised her hand to tuck her hair behind her ear and said: "At that time, he was the best-looking and most attractive in our street."

"All the girls' eyes were on him, even my little sister liked him."

"What a pity—"

Zhou Xiaoling didn't expect her frankness to gain Wang Yajuan's trust, and she also learned about this past.

She held Wang Yajuan's hand and said: "If you were together back then..."

"Where are there any ifs? Hehe—"

Wang Yajuan looked up with a smile, looked at her and said: "I understand very well the words you just said; actually, I thought so too before."

"At that time, I was very realistic, thinking about being together in the future, always having to see parents, and living a good life."

"Even if my parents knew him."

She pursed her mouth and smiled, saying embarrassedly: "He came to find me several times, and was chased by my father to run out of the window."

"Haha—he was like that!"

Zhou Xiaoling covered her mouth and laughed: "The current him, can't see this kind of absurdity at all."

"Yes, can't see it at all."

Wang Yajuan said desolately: "I entered the dance troupe, hoping he could also make progress, but he didn't want to, didn't have this mind."

"After we broke up, his father drove him to the south to be a soldier, and we lost contact."

"Then what, how did you meet?"

Zhou Xiaoling felt the coldness in her hand; it was Wang Yajuan's hand.

She squeezed it and asked: "He came back to find you?"

"No, met by accident, my little sister was caught by him."

Wang Yajuan smiled faintly and said: "When I saw him again, I didn't dare to recognize him."

"Not only was there a scar on his face, but he... the whole person changed, from top to bottom, from inside to outside."

"I can understand, heard he participated in the battle," Zhou Xiaoling said: "People's temperaments will change."

"Well, became mature, became someone I don't recognize."

Wang Yajuan looked at the flickering night in the distance, as if two faces were contrasting and changing there.

One was the 16-year-old Li Xuewu, and the other was the current Li Xuewu.

"Heard insurance money is going to rise?"

Li Xuewu walked out of the conference room, walked straight downstairs, and met Bu Qingfang and Yu Haitang at the stairwell on the second floor.

The two seemed to be going downstairs too; hearing Bu Qingfang's inquiry, Li Xuewu gestured for them to walk together.

"The plan has just started, it should be out before the end of the month."

Li Xuewu shook the notebook in his hand and said: "I'm not going to the insurance office meeting."

"Industrialization development meeting, right—"

Bu Qingfang said with a smile: "Now if we want to know the factory's instructions, we can only learn from you."

"Treating me as a small radio? Hehe—"

Li Xuewu pointed to Yu Haitang who was following behind and said: "There is a professional broadcaster here, aren't you making me a laughing stock."

He joked, but Yu Haitang didn't dare to answer.

She used to dare to stick to Li Xuewu, wanting to stick to the relationship, but now it's not worth it, not worth it, and she doesn't dare.

The previous Li Xuewu was only the deputy director of the security office; now Li Xuewu is not just the deputy director of the security office.

Even Bu Qingfang, who is in charge of propaganda work, lowered her posture in front of Li Xuewu, so what is she.

Therefore, the leader walked in front, and she could listen with a smile when he joked with her.

"Factory management committee meeting, if I want to attend, I'm afraid the news is already cold."

Bu Qingfang walked beside Li Xuewu and said: "You are the leader responsible for coordination work; I just ask not to be caught off guard."

"Mocking me? Hehe—"

Li Xuewu smiled, didn't care about the identity issue, and gestured to Bu Qingfang: "Don't publicize this insurance matter for now, it's very troublesome."

"Know, more than 10 million funds need to be implemented, it's troublesome everywhere."

The three went down to the first-floor lobby; Bu Qingfang looked at Li Xuewu and said: "I just want to understand in advance, so I can be prepared."

"All insurance must move, if it doesn't move, there will be no money."

Li Xuewu saw that there was no one in the first-floor lobby, so he stood there and explained a few words to Bu Qingfang.

"You see this more than 10 million is a lot, but there are many workers in the factory, and the annual welfare consumption is also very large."

He pointed virtually and said: "Income has always been there, but we must pay attention to planning for a rainy day, opening up sources and reducing expenditure."

"All must move? Such a large scope?" Bu Qingfang frowned: "Pension insurance also needs to move?"

"Pension insurance is very troublesome, it must move."

Li Xuewu frowned and said: "The wind has already come from above, don't even think about the safety net of insurance funds; it will be thrown directly to the factory later."

"The leader's meaning is to reform as soon as possible if possible; he is afraid that the overall planning will be taken away, which is also a head start."

"Our factory is still good, other factories..."

Bu Qingfang also said seriously: "I'm just afraid that once the policy comes out, the employees won't understand, and there will be propaganda problems."

"Take it slow, make the plan first, then study it."

Li Xuewu didn't mention the enterprise annuity and housing provident fund, this is still a proposal.

After he finished speaking, he pointed to the door and said: "I have to go to the International Hotel; the communication and negotiation with the Japanese merchants are placed there."

"By the way, also—"

Li Xuewu just took a step, turned his head and smiled at Yu Haitang: "What I just said, can't be 'broadcast' out!"

"Yes, I understand, leader."

Yu Haitang understood the meaning of Li Xuewu's words and made a serious guarantee.

Watching Li Xuewu get in the car and leave, she twitched the corner of her mouth and said to Bu Qingfang: "Scared me, I thought it was something!"

"Hehe—are you afraid of him?"

Bu Qingfang took her to the back door; they were going to the radio station, and this road by the small canteen was closer.

"Who isn't afraid of him, especially when he glares—"

Yu Haitang said with a smile: "I heard people in the factory say that when he was on the front line before, the interrogation hadn't started yet, and with one glare, the criminal said everything."

"Hahaha—too exaggerated!"

Bu Qingfang said with a smile: "That wouldn't make him Erlang Shen, breaking through the void?"

"Anyway, I'm afraid of him, it's better when he smiles."

Yu Haitang grabbed Bu Qingfang's arm as soon as she went out, and the two looked very close.

This is very normal; in this era, young girls walking with elders or seniors, if the relationship is close, they will hold arms.

Yu Haitang is so good at dealing with things, especially after becoming a cadre.

The dream of being the director's wife was slapped to pieces by Zhang Songying and Qin Huairu, and now she knows how to respect herself.

There is no need to pursue men to improve her status and position, so she behaves reservedly and seriously.

Even dating is more cautious than before; Yuan Hua is still being fished, almost becoming a crooked mouth.

"Leader, what does it mean that the insurance rose?"

Yu Haitang asked: "Is the factory going to pay more money?"

The insurance payment ratio for enterprise employees is not less than 3%, which means that an ordinary worker with a monthly salary of 32 yuan has to pay nearly 1 yuan for insurance every month.

The Red Star Factory will have nearly 90,000 employees by the end of the year, and the insurance money per month will be more than 100,000.

Because although there are many employees who pay 1 yuan, the cadres and senior workers who pay more are also many.

Note here, paying insurance money is not paid by the employees; the employees don't take a cent, it's all paid by the factory.

30% of the total wages of employees paid by the factory is paid to the All-China Federation of Trade Unions, and the remaining 70% is left in the unified account.

There is no personal insurance account in this year; whoever is sick, whoever verifies, must go through the unified account.

No wonder Yu Haitang was surprised; the factory is so generous?

But listening to the leaders' conversation just now, it doesn't seem to be this meaning.

"No, maybe there will be commercial insurance, engaged with the savings bank," Bu Qingfang didn't say too clearly, walking and speaking vaguely: "Maybe some businesses will be restored, there were some before."

"I only know that the factory pays insurance, but I don't know that I have to buy insurance myself."

Yu Haitang said with a smile: "I really doubt whether the insurance engaged by the factory can be sold."

"If it can't be sold, it won't be on the meeting," Bu Qingfang explained: "Raising money is one aspect, the important thing is to increase the risk resistance of the factory's insurance fund account."

She explained to Yu Haitang the purpose and significance of the factory's financial bank, and also said that insurance is the best channel for fund preparation.

"The president of the United Savings Bank is Director Xie, right?"

Yu Haitang's eyes lit up after listening to the leader's explanation, and she asked for instructions with a smile: "When there is news from the factory, I will invite her to do an interview program."

"Well, you know how to catch news—"

Bu Qingfang pointed to her with a smile and said: "Propaganda is propaganda, but the core problem must be grasped; you can't say that raising money!"

Is the Red Star Factory short of money?

New project investments are launched, and infrastructure in Beijing, Steel City, and Camp City is booming.

Not mentioning other non-project investments and expenditures, just in the first half of this year, several million yuan have already been spent.

It can be said that the factory is not short of money, but it can also be said that it is short of money.

Even the richest person will not think that their money is too much; most of the Red Star Factory's funds are in foreign trade.

The completion degree of existing orders is constantly providing liquidity for the Red Star Factory.

Although the foreign exchange settlement business of the United Savings Bank and the Oriental Era Bank has not been opened, they do not dislike the Red Star Factory transferring money back.

The factory's investment fund pool has always been tight; if Jing Yunong hadn't strictly controlled the finances, the money would have been spent clean long ago.

Therefore, Li Huai De wants to move the insurance fund account, Li Xuewu cannot stop him, and doesn't want to stop him.

Anyway, two years later, the Ministry of Finance issued a policy, and all these accounts were thrown to the enterprise to bear by itself, so what does he have to say.

Can only hurry to dig a pond to continue water, otherwise the Red Star Factory develops so fast, so many workers come in, catching up with the retirement wave, the Red Star Factory could go bankrupt.

Not much, 10,000 people retire in five years, the Red Star Factory's financial pressure absolutely cannot be carried.

Therefore, take advantage of the good time, dig a pond, raise fish, make money.

The bigger the pond, the bigger the insurance base; there can't be too many fish, otherwise they will all die of hypoxia.

The Red Star Factory looks glorious, but in fact, there are vicissitudes.

These few years must be walked steadily and well, otherwise if you fall, you will really fall to death.

Li Xuewu is like the Red Star Factory's crutch, straight where it should be straight, bent where it should be bent, just holding on.

Like this kind of negotiation with Japanese merchants, it should be handled by the office director Ding Zigui, and the factory's deputy director Gu should preside over the negotiation.

But Li Huai De didn't think so at all; the news was passed to Li Xuewu, and it was handed over to Li Xuewu to handle directly.

The command car stopped at the entrance of the International Hotel, and Zhang Songying helped open the car door.

"Yo—helping me open the car door."

Li Xuewu teased her when he got off the car; he never needed anyone to help open the car door when he got off.

Zhang Songying also knew this habit of his, and explained with a smile: "Haven't seen you for a long time, inevitably excited."

"Huo—too good at talking!"

Li Xuewu stepped up the steps and said: "No wonder the comrades in the guesthouse say there is pressure, it turns out the pressure comes from this."

"Just mock me—"

Zhang Songying guided Li Xuewu into the lobby, and just saw Nakamura Shuji standing not far away with Takahashi Seiko waiting.

"Li-san, disturbing you again!"

Still a ninety-degree bow, still full of politeness, not like negotiating, but like surrendering.

Still the kind of surrendering with lights on, today's car lights are still dazzling, no wonder Zhang Songying came out to greet him.

People who drive often know that when the other party uses car lights to shake you, the most direct way is to shake back.

Li Xuewu doesn't know how bright Takahashi Seiko's car lights are, but Zhang Songying's car lights are definitely not as bright as the other party's.

Of course, the other party turns on the high beam to play hooligan, your car lights are not dazzling, so you can only scold a hooligan when he passes by.

Should say, really bright—

"Morning work is a bit much, delayed some time in the factory," Li Xuewu greeted the other party with a smile and said: "Waited for a while, right?"

"Fortunately, we came to see Momotani in advance, didn't wait long."

Nakamura Shuji replied very politely: "As soon as I received the domestic reply, I couldn't wait to see Li-san."

"This is Miss Takahashi, right? Hello—"

Li Xuewu didn't immediately answer Nakamura Shuji's words, but looked at Takahashi Seiko standing on his side.

"Hello Li-san, met again."

Takahashi smiled sweetly and greeted Li Xuewu with a gentle voice: "Very happy to see you."

Zhang Songying's mouth twitched when she heard her voice; if it weren't for the formal occasion, she would have rolled her eyes.

Women know women best; this kind of voice made her back itch, but it was the most able to scratch the itch of men.

Cursing a little vixen in her heart, she took the initiative to raise her hand and gestured to the corridor direction: "Please this way—"

Li Xuewu just nodded to Takahashi Seiko and didn't shake hands.

Feeling the sour smell suddenly drifting in the air, he smiled and walked into the corridor with Nakamura Shuji.

"Momotani has always wanted to see you."

Nakamura Shuji walked on one side of Li Xuewu, smiling and saying with a gentle tone: "She begged me to convey this request many times, and I couldn't help her."

Saying this, he apologized again: "Please don't blame her, Li-san."

"How could it be, speaking of which we can be considered working together, she has a share of credit for this project."

Li Xuewu didn't rush to let go, but gave a little attitude in the other party's probing.

Why did Nakamura Shuji apologize and arrange a meeting for this incident many times?

Very simple, he wants to determine that Li Xuewu will limit this incident to commercial negotiation.

Probing on one side, negotiating on the other, this is the most common diplomatic strategy in the world.

Believe it or not, taste it, taste it carefully, is it like this.

The kind that shoots rockets at each other as soon as they come up is absolutely bottomless, knowing that they can't talk, life and death are indifferent, and they don't obey.

Nakamura Shuji doesn't want to destroy the cooperation between the Red Star Factory and the Sanhe Stock Company because of the domestic mess and Momotani.

He wants to show his attitude; he represents the Sanhe Stock Company, not any other organization.

So when Li Xuewu opened his mouth like a lion, what Nakamura Shuji said was always discussion.

Yes, he wants to discuss with Li Xuewu, then report, get results, and then discuss with Li Xuewu.

As long as what Li Xuewu wants exceeds their stock company, or his own energy, then it must be discussed.

The country also gave a clear attitude, Momotani must go back alive as soon as possible, long nights and many dreams.

Actually, no matter how long it is, there are many dreams, as soon as possible, it must have a process.

You say fast, fast, can Momotani bear it—

Now Nakamura Shuji knows very well that Li Xuewu is threatening him, but there is no way, try to suppress it.

Suppress the part that the country can pay, and relax the part that he can pay.

Why?

Because what the country pays has basic value, and what he can pay is what he can bargain with the country.

Why talk about capitalists, the lampposts are short and don't show their adventurous spirit.

It's already this situation, Nakamura Shuji still thinks about interests.

In the face of absolute interests, every time he changes a car light to shake his eyes.

This kind of behavior of holding bait and stuffing it into Li Xuewu's mouth is too direct, blatant, but this is business war.

Simple, rough, direct, effective.

"Li-san—! Sorry!"

Li Xuewu walked into the high-end guest room accompanied by Nakamura Shuji, and Zhang Songying helped open the inner room door.

Only to see Momotani Eriko's face pale, pear blossoms with rain sitting on the bed, trying to bend over to apologize to Li Xuewu.

"The injury is on the stomach, stop doing this—"

Li Xuewu raised his hand and gestured to Zhang Songying to let her help him.

Zhang Songying gently held Momotani Eriko's arm and patted her on the back.

"Added trouble to you, really sorry, please forgive me—"

Momotani Eriko covered her face and cried out loud, her words full of apologies and guilt.

"Recover well, any problems can be discussed after the body recovers—"

Li Xuewu's words were watertight; it was impossible to soften his attitude just because he came to see Momotani Eriko.

He has never been soft in front of women, and Momotani Eriko is no exception.

"Mr. Nakamura, I think you should understand Momotani's situation best; I hope your side can fully understand and arrange."

"Yes, thank you for Mr. Li's entrustment!"

Nakamura Shuji thanked him very formally, and then invited Li Xuewu to the living room to talk.

Momotani Eriko was still crying, and in the flickering tears, she looked at Li Xuewu's back and cried even louder.

The quality of the high-end guest room was reflected at this moment; Momotani was crying inside, and there was only a little sound when the door was closed.

Crying couldn't be heard, and other things couldn't be heard even more.

"Li-san, I am very grateful for your help and understanding, we are friends, right?"

Nakamura Shuji looked at Li Xuewu very seriously and said: "I will communicate with you frankly—"

Office director Gu Cangping Er stood on one side with three office workers, very disciplined.

Peng Xiaoli was sitting at the desk not far away, making basic records.

"Regarding the aircraft production line, I actively contacted the country, and the matter has made good progress."

Nakamura Shuji looked at Li Xuewu and said seriously: "Kawasaki Heavy Industries is willing to sell a production line for the Bell 47 light helicopter."

"Bell 47? Not KH-4?"

Li Xuewu frowned slightly, put down the teacup in his hand, and looked at Nakamura Shuji's expression: "CH-47D doesn't have it, KH-4 doesn't have it?"

"Stop joking, Li-san, CH-47D is impossible."

Nakamura Shuji smiled bitterly and shook his head, then explained: "This production line of Kawasaki Heavy Industries is equipment from fifteen years ago, but it is running well..."

This time Li Xuewu not only frowned, but his eyes were sharp, which increased Nakamura Shuji's pressure.

"Please listen to my explanation, Li-san."

He clenched his fists and explained: "Although it is an old production line, it has always been in production, I can guarantee this."

"Moreover, the price of this production line is relatively suitable, and Sanhe Stock Company is willing to provide a guarantee and complete the acquisition through compensation trade."

Nakamura Shuji saw Li Xuewu's eyebrows twitch slightly, knowing that this matter has a door, can be discussed, so he continued to talk down.

"The production line is acquired by Sanhe Stock Company and delivered to the Red Star Factory for factory construction and production."

He introduced: "The products produced will be handed over to our Sanhe Stock Company for sales."

"Don't worry, before delivering to the Red Star Factory for production, we will repair and check this set of production equipment, and upgrade it at the same time."

Nakamura Shuji said very seriously: "We guarantee to upgrade to the production level of KH-4."

"Mr. Nakamura, KH-4 and Bell 47 are different."

Li Xuewu looked at him and said: "Overall frame, fuel tank, cockpit, etc., what I want is CH-47D."

"No problem, it can definitely produce KH-4, I guarantee!"

Nakamura Shuji didn't dare to take Li Xuewu's CH-47D at all; this thing was easy to talk about and collapse.

The two sides have met for the third time, and there must be a result.

Strive to send Momotani Eriko back in these two days, otherwise the trouble will be big.

"Mr. Nakamura, since we are all friends, don't pit me."

Li Xuewu said with a gloomy face: "Fifteen-year-old production line, it's about to be eliminated by Kawasaki Heavy Industries, right."

"Even if it's in our hands, factory construction and production, the products still have to be handed over to Sanhe Stock Company."

He narrowed his eyes slightly and asked: "You help me calculate, am I losing a lot?"

"Li-san, even if it's an old aircraft production line, it's very expensive—"

Nakamura Shuji said with a bitter face: "Moreover, the update and iteration speed of this light aircraft is very slow, and the development is also very limited."

"Our stock company provides technology and equipment for free, provides guidance and after-sales, we are very sincere."

"Not enough, if you calculate it this way, I think this sincerity is not enough."

Li Xuewu rubbed his fingers and said: "Our factory is not short of money, completely capable of acquiring this production line, and there is no need to buy second-hand ones."

"You might not know, our factory is preparing to acquire the Fengcheng First Machinery Factory, and is also contacting the Liming Factory under the aerospace industry."

He knows that Nakamura Shuji understands what the two factories he is talking about are doing; this is not confidential content.

"Our factory fully possesses the conditions for helicopter production, and prefers to control the production link."

Li Xuewu pointed to his feet and said: "Here, we don't accept investment for the time being, even if it is equipment and technology investment."

"First Machinery Factory... Liming Factory..."

Nakamura Shuji frowned and asked: "Is the Red Star Factory preparing to build a complete machine processing industry?"

"Of course, we have already opened up the upstream industrial channels, and now we are opening up downwards."

Li Xuewu said confidently: "Multi-channel, multi-directional construction of new industrial projects."

"I understand, machine processing..."

Nakamura Shuji frowned and thought, paused, raised his head and looked at Li Xuewu and asked: "If we can provide more precise machine tools..."

"Hehe—Shibaura Machine's CNC lathe?"

Li Xuewu knew that the other party was still probing, still fishing, so he also threw out a tail and patted the bait.

See who fishes whom—

Negotiation, what is played is patience and flashy operations.

"This can't attract me, you should know something, Fengcheng First Machinery Factory has also produced CNC lathes."

Li Xuewu is really daring to speak, opening his eyes and talking nonsense, not ashamed at all.

"Our factory went to Fengcheng to acquire it, just for this technology."

He didn't wait for Nakamura Shuji to be surprised and suspicious, waved his hand and said: "You might not know this, our factory cooperated with the Steel College and Huaqing University, and set up several research institutes."

"CNC technology is the future industrial foundation we are very optimistic about, so we are very willing to invest and research."

"But..."

Nakamura Shuji looked at Li Xuewu's expression that didn't look like a lie, and the situation he mentioned casually, and believed most of it in his heart.

This is a new piece of news; the outside world doesn't know that the mainland also has CNC lathes.

Of course, the ones purchased from abroad must have them; this thing is needed by the aerospace industry.

After all, the mainland is currently in a special period, and it is normal for news not to spread, so he can only believe it for now.

But believe it or not, the bottom card in his hand is gone, the other party doesn't look at it at all.

He gritted his teeth, raised his eyes, looked at Li Xuewu and said: "Li-san, you should know that our country held the Third International Lathe Exhibition last year, right?"

Without waiting for Li Xuewu to answer, Nakamura Shuji said seriously: "Makino Company displayed a CNC machining center."

"CNC machining center?"

Li Xuewu frowned, glanced at Nakamura Shuji, and said: "Didn't I tell you, we already have the manufacturing technology for CNC lathes, don't care about this thing."

"..."

This sentence made Nakamura Shuji stunned; he said with a bitter smile: "CNC machining center and CNC lathe are not the same thing."

"I can't explain this for a while, I will submit a document to you later."

"You mean, use the production technology of the CNC center to subsidize that production line?"

Li Xuewu stroked his chin and said: "Why do I still feel like I'm losing a lot."

"Li-san—"

Nakamura Shuji gritted his teeth and said: "It's a CNC machining center, we can purchase equipment on behalf, the technology is not ours..."

"What—!" Li Xuewu frowned: "Just buying equipment? Mr. Nakamura, what do you mean?"

"Listen to me, Li-san, it's not the CNC machining center subsidizing the aircraft production line, it's the production line subsidizing the CNC machining center."

Nakamura Shuji said seriously: "This transaction is only as a commercial transaction between our two sides, and there can be no other purpose and explanation."

"Moreover, the application of the CNC machining center must be handed over to the Red Star Factory for the production of foreign trade products."

"Are you serious?"

Li Xuewu looked at him, took the material from the other party's hand, hesitated, but didn't open it to look.

Instead, he called Peng Xiaoli and instructed him to find an engineer from the factory's research institute.

Seeing Li Xuewu's serious attitude, Nakamura Shuji finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He said sincerely: "If I can satisfy Li-san, I hope to send Momotani back to the country as soon as possible."

"No problem—"

Li Xuewu looked at him and said: "As long as what you said can move our engineers, I will personally send Miss Momotani to the sky."

"Please—!"

Nakamura Shuji stood up, took his subordinates and bowed deeply to Li Xuewu.

Li Xuewu stood up and helped him, patted his arm, and turned out of the high-end guest room.

From the room to the elevator, Li Xuewu walked very steadily, until he nodded to the other party with Nakamura Shuji and others, the elevator door closed, and went down.

Zhang Songying didn't know what they were talking about, just heard something about cars and beds.

What's wrong with cars and beds?

She followed Li Xuewu into the elevator, stood sideways, watched Li Xuewu nod steadily to the other party, the elevator door closed, and went down.

"Heh—!"

Li Xuewu swung his fist excitedly, scaring Zhang Songying, and before she could shout, she was blocked by Li Xuewu.

Too excited, have to vent.