Chapter 969: Daddy! I want one too!

"What kind of status is that? You're on the same level as me!"

Li Xuewu guessed that this was exactly what Zhou Gancheng was thinking; otherwise, why would he be dangling a cigarette and staring with wide eyes, yet not lighting it?

Zhou Gancheng's eyelids twitched, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he asked, "What are you staring at?"

"Heh~"

Li Xuewu chuckled, struck his lighter, and gestured for him to come over.

The other man watched him for a few seconds before leaning in to take the flame.

Only after Li Xuewu lit the man's cigarette did he light his own.

The two of them stood at the carriage connection, smoking in silence.

The northern weather at the end of December was dry and cold; if it were a windy day, it would even make people feel tense and desolate.

To describe it as "the north wind rolls across the ground, the white grass breaks, the Hu sky sees snow in the eighth month" wouldn't be quite accurate; it was more like "a thousand miles of ice, snow drifting in the bowl."

Looking out from the carriage window, the sunlight was dim, the white ground streaked by, undulating like hills—truly like "mountains dancing like silver snakes, plains galloping like wax elephants."

Zhou Gancheng held his cigarette, squinting as he sized up the young man looking at the snowy scenery outside for a long time, before finally asking, "The child is doing well?"

"Hm? Oh~"

Li Xuewu withdrew his gaze from the window, turned back to look at Zhou Gancheng beside him, smiled slightly, and said, "Doing well, just very mischievous."

After saying this, he turned his body, stood against the wall, took a drag of his cigarette, and laughed: "When I came out this morning, he smashed a flower pot and told me it was the goldfish that broke it."

"Hm~"

Zhou Gancheng also smiled slightly, looked at Li Xuewu, nodded, and said, "You are blessed."

"You still believe in that?"

Flicking the ash, Li Xuewu exhaled a cloud of smoke and said, "I prefer to believe that one cultivates their own fortune."

"That too~"

Zhou Gancheng lowered his head, exhaled a puff of smoke, and said, "You are more outstanding than I imagined."

"No need for such polite formalities, right?"

Li Xuewu looked at him with a smile and said, "We have a friendship, don't we?"

"Hehe~"

Zhou Gancheng chuckled, tilted his head to glance inside the carriage, looked at Li Xuewu, and asked, "Your factory is taking on such a big project?"

"Was it your idea?"

He raised his eyebrows slightly and asked quite skeptically, "Or... do you have some special channel?"

"What channel? I don't quite understand what you mean."

Li Xuewu frowned slightly, then smiled and asked in return, "Haven't you heard about the Yangcheng Trade Fair?"

"Hm? Did that old man make contact there?"

Zhou Gancheng clearly knew about this matter, but he didn't know what kind of strategy the Steel Rolling Factory was using.

At this moment, he tilted his head to look inside the carriage again, then pursed his lips and said, "You've got enough capability."

"The leaders have grand ideals, and the workers have great ambition; there's no helping it~"

Li Xuewu spread his hands helplessly, pursed his lips, and said, "The most tired ones are us, the ones doing the work."

"Are you joking?"

Zhou Gancheng looked Li Xuewu up and down, his eyes suspicious as he said, "Excessive modesty is just blatant showing off."

As he spoke, he shook his head slightly and teased, "Young man, remember to be humble."

"Understood, I'll learn more from the veteran comrades."

Li Xuewu replied with a smile, gestured to the carriage behind him, tilted his head slightly, and asked, "Does the Foreign Affairs Department have any arrangements?"

"That depends on you all."

Zhou Gancheng's gaze never left the inside of the carriage. At this moment, he took a drag of his cigarette, shifted his gaze to scan Li Xuewu, and said, "I don't need to remind you about security and confidentiality, do I?"

"Security is no problem, but confidentiality..."

Li Xuewu looked at him amusedly and asked, "Do you think there is any need to keep our shipbuilding production technology confidential from the outside?"

After saying this, he tapped the window glass, gestured to the dilapidated rural scenery rushing past outside, turned back to him, and said, "I actually think your confidentiality work is about to be challenged."

"That's also something you all stirred up!"

Zhou Gancheng glanced out the window, then raised his hand to point at a foreign affairs officer standing at the carriage door, signaling for the curtains to be drawn.

The officer nodded slightly to indicate understanding and walked into the carriage to check if the curtains were properly drawn.

Although this carriage was soft-seat, the comfort of the seats was not particularly excellent.

Fortunately, there were many accompanying personnel, and every representative of the Italian business team had someone accompanying them.

The carriage windows were also kept covered with white gauze curtains, and the black soil covered in white snow outside was visible on the gauze, blurry and indistinct.

One couldn't even look, let alone take photos; all business team personnel were not allowed to take pictures or look around at will—the rules had already been explained in advance.

Li Xuewu's reminder also had a hint of a prompt and a tease, and Zhou Gancheng was helpless and had no other choice.

"Tell me about your factory's plan."

Zhou Gancheng threw the finished cigarette butt on the ground and crushed it with his foot. He pointed his finger inside the carriage and said to Li Xuewu, "I asked, and they all said you are the person in charge of foreign trade."

"Who has such a loose mouth?"

Li Xuewu raised his eyebrows slightly, sized up Zhou Gancheng, and said, "You know a bit too much, don't you?"

"I'm getting on in years, and my curiosity is a bit heavy."

Zhou Gancheng faced Li Xuewu's probing with an indifferent tilt of his neck and said casually, "I just want to hear you talk about how you swindled an old foreign man into sending you orders and equipment."

"Hey! Comrade Zhou!"

Li Xuewu pointed at him, then threw away the cigarette butt in his hand and said, "I express my regret for your choice of words!"

"Oh?"

Hearing Li Xuewu use diplomatic language to chat with him, Zhou Gancheng narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "Swindled is a bit..."

"How can you say that?!"

Before Zhou Gancheng could finish, Li Xuewu shook his head slightly and said quite dissatisfiedly, "What do you mean 'old man'? That Mr. Andrew is only in his forties."

"..."

Zhou Gancheng's mouth twitched, and he looked at Li Xuewu, speechless.

Was he concerned about whether the other party was an old man!

He was asking if there was a problem in this!

So you just listened to me say 'old man' and didn't mention the part about swindling people into sending orders and equipment, right!

It's a good thing we're on a train, with the tracks blocking us; otherwise, with you changing the subject so sharply, wouldn't I have been thrown eight hundred meters away!

"So?"

Zhou Gancheng stared into Li Xuewu's eyes and said, "Your factory went to such great lengths to introduce yacht manufacturing technology just for this little bit of orders?"

"Or is it?"

He pursed his lips, adjusted his waistband, and looked at Li Xuewu with squinted eyes, asking, "Which one of your factory leaders has other plans or intentions?"

"You really are a cadre from the Ministry; your vision is high."

Li Xuewu looked at him amusedly and said, "Is an annual order project of over one hundred high-end yachts described as 'a little bit' in your eyes?"

"Stop spouting nonsense. I'm not saying 'a little bit' in relation to me, but in relation to you!"

Zhou Gancheng narrowed his eyes slightly, pointed a finger at Li Xuewu, and asked with a serious attitude: "What exactly are you trying to do?!"

"You know better than I do what you're thinking and why I appeared here."

"Of course it's for development, of course it's for progress."

Li Xuewu raised the corners of his mouth slightly and looked at Zhou Gancheng without the slightest fear, saying: "You don't really think we have some international friendship with that Italian businessman that goes beyond the rules, do you?"

"First of all, Italy is not in the Third World, and secondly, the scope of our cooperation does not involve any political factors."

"Enterprises must develop, and technology must progress."

Li Xuewu explained very seriously: "What you see is us going to great lengths to help the other party build small boats, the kind of extravagant, wasteful pleasure yachts used for luxury enjoyment."

"What you don't see is that we are working hard to learn the application of new material technology and the expansion of new mechanical technology, and even less do you see that we are accumulating strength for development."

"Director Zhou, what is your suspicion based on?"

He scrutinized the other party's expression and asked bluntly: "It wouldn't just be because the other party is a foreigner, would it?"

Zhou Gancheng stared into Li Xuewu's eyes without speaking, just looking at him like that; the air between the two instantly solidified.

The train swayed slightly, and the carriage passed through a turnout one after another. Only then did Zhou Gancheng speak slowly: "I don't care if you want to develop or progress; I want to know if the issues behind this will affect my own progress."

After speaking, he narrowed his left eye slightly, took a step forward, leaned close to Li Xuewu, and said in a low voice: "Don't you know that all foreign-related activities will be marked for retrospective investigation?"

"The Confidentiality Department?"

Li Xuewu's gaze shifted, and he looked at Zhou Gancheng with a firm expression, saying: "I don't believe I have any issues that need to be investigated by the Confidentiality Department."

"It's you, on the other hand—I want to know what you are worried about!"

"..."

Zhou Gancheng pursed his lips and did not answer this question; instead, he looked at him with eyes full of worry and raised his right hand to press it onto Li Xuewu's right shoulder.

He walked two steps toward the corner of the corridor, looked into the carriage, and said softly: "That which is too rigid will break, that which is too wise will be hurt, that which is too strong will be humiliated; this is what a humble gentleman does."

"Oh?"

A mocking smile appeared on the corner of Li Xuewu's mouth. He leaned against the corner of the corridor, looked out the train window, and said: "It seems someone is teaching me how to do things."

"I actually quite admire them. I'm afraid they've done too many things that can't see the light of day and are used to being rats; they even had to go around in circles to find you just to say a word to me."

"Don't act on impulse."

Zhou Gancheng sighed slightly, then patted Li Xuewu on the shoulder and said: "I'm doing this for your own good; it's not worth getting worked up over this."

"Heh."

Li Xuewu turned his head, looked at the other party, raised his eyebrows slightly, and asked: "Do I look like the humble gentleman you speak of?"

"Or rather!?"

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and a mischievous smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "You think I'm kind just because I have the appearance of a gentle, jade-like, humble gentleman, right?"

No longer looking at Zhou Gancheng's slightly stunned expression, Li Xuewu lifted his right shoulder slightly, moved the other party's palm away, and stepped around him to walk toward the carriage.

"Trouble yourself to pass on a message for me: just tell that person, if you've got the guts, bring it on. I guarantee I'll let him make the first move."

Inside the carriage, the atmosphere was as warm as spring, much warmer than at the carriage connection.

Just as Li Xuewu walked in, several people greeted him and invited him to sit down and chat for a while.

He stood in the corridor, responding to greetings politely with a warm face, and occasionally cracking a few jokes with the guests in their seats.

Watching him handle everything perfectly, both Zhou Gancheng, who was standing in the corridor at one end of the carriage with a thoughtful expression, and the leadership seats at the other end, where there was enthusiastic conversation, were paying attention to his movements.

Some people are born with the temperament of a leader; wherever they go, they attract people's attention.

Just now, Li Xuewu was saying he was gentle as jade and a humble gentleman; hearing that was quite amusing.

But now, watching him switch between several languages fluently, handle himself with ease, and chat with everyone in a warm, spring-like manner, even a gentleman couldn't be better than this.

A person's temperament cannot completely hide the flaws in their appearance, but it will compensate with advantages in their personality charm, making them shine even more brightly.

"He really can talk."

Luo Yun pouted and whispered to Zhou Xiaobai beside her with a smile.

Zhou Xiaobai, however, smiled beautifully, the corners of her mouth turned up slightly, and she pushed Luo Yun, who had leaned over, reminding her to mind the occasion.

Her eyes couldn't help but glance at the young lady sitting opposite; the other party was dressed in a stylish way and had a very good temperament, which she couldn't ignore.

Luo Yun didn't care about these things. Even though the person sitting opposite was sizing them up from time to time, her gaze remained very bold as she observed the situation in the carriage, especially curious about those foreigners.

"You aren't from the Steel Rolling Mill, are you?"

The young lady opposite set down the white porcelain teacup in her hand, smiled slightly at them, and asked: "Are you friends of Deputy Director Li?"

Luo Yun withdrew her gaze, looked the other party up and down, and ignoring the fact that Zhou Xiaobai's hand holding hers was already sweating, asked very bluntly: "Are you a train police officer or a crew member?"

"Heh~"

The person opposite also had a good temper; it seemed she didn't want to lower herself to the level of these two little girls, or perhaps she was wary of the Deputy Director Li she had just mentioned.

Seeing Luo Yun's tit-for-tat ridicule, she just smiled lightly and pursed her lips: "What a lively little girl."

"Thanks, you're quite lively yourself."

Luo Yun felt Zhou Xiaobai's reminder under her hand not to cause trouble, but she was used to her character of not wanting to be at a disadvantage.

In the courtyard or outside, if a little girl isn't sharp, she'd likely have been bullied to her home long ago; usually, she was the one protecting Zhou Xiaobai.

"I have no hostility; I'm just a bit curious."

The other party smiled slightly, extended her hand, and introduced herself: "My name is Zhou Miaomiao, from the Art Propaganda Team of the Steel Rolling Mill's Propaganda Department. I work in the dance troupe."

"Oh~~~"

Luo Yun looked at her, pulled Zhou Xiaobai, who was about to shake hands, sized the other party up, and said casually: "You do look like you have an artistic temperament."

"Thank you."

Zhou Miaomiao could see the two's defensiveness toward her, which might have had something to do with her mentioning Deputy Director Li.

Not minding the defensive attitude of the other party who didn't want to shake hands, she smiled, lowered her arm, and said: "I know Deputy Director Li too. I just saw Secretary Peng bring you onto the train, which is why I asked."

"Oh, is that so?"

Luo Yun nodded and said casually: "We are Secretary Peng's cousins, hitching a ride to Jinmen."

"Hahaha."

Zhou Miaomiao was amused by her words; she pursed her lips and looked at Luo Yun, her eyes full of playfulness toward the little girl.

Luo Yun also realized the loophole in her words, but she didn't intend to explain. She just stiffened her neck, ignored the other party's laughter, and continued to watch the foreigners.

In this day and age, foreigners are rarer than monkeys and elephants in the zoo; such an opportunity for close-range viewing is rare.

According to the introduction by Peng Xiaoli, who brought them onto the train just now, these are all Italians.

Luo Yun looked at them with great curiosity and whispered to Zhou Xiaobai: "Xiaobai, how come they don't look like cowards at all!"

"Stop talking~"

Zhou Xiaobai looked at Zhou Miaomiao opposite with some caution and gently poked Luo Yun, telling her not to speak anymore.

The funny stories about Italians on the battlefield were all jokes she had heard from her father and told Luo Yun secretly at the station.

Luo Yun's assessment of these Italians she had never met was that they were cowards with only a superficial appearance.

Reminded by Zhou Xiaobai, she also knew to pay attention to international influence and couldn't really let the other party hear this.

If she couldn't talk about those foreigners, she could only talk about Li Xuewu.

She covered her hand and leaned into Zhou Xiaobai's ear, whispering: "How does Brother Wu know how to speak foreign languages?"

"I don't know."

Zhou Xiaobai's gaze swept over Li Xuewu, who was chatting and laughing with those foreigners; her eyes were full of admiration and respect.

It wasn't just worship for his greatness, but also appreciation for his confidence and versatility.

"Deputy Director Li is famous in our factory for his talent and dashing style."

It seemed she had heard their whispers, or read something from their gazes, which were a bit unscrupulous even after slight concealment.

Zhou Miaomiao smiled and said: "Director Li praises him as someone who can write to pacify the world and mount a horse to stabilize the universe; he is the banner figure for young people in the factory."

Zhou Xiaobai smiled with pride as she listened to the other party's praise.

Luo Yun, however, stared at her cautiously and asked: "Does the dance troupe have many opportunities to come into contact with your factory leaders?"

"Not many."

Zhou Miaomiao looked at her and explained with a smile: "The leaders are all very busy; it's rare to even see them once. Everyone in our factory knows these things."

After speaking, she looked at Zhou Xiaobai, whose face was slightly red, and asked: "Hasn't Deputy Director Li told you these things?"

"No..."

Zhou Xiaobai hesitated and said: "He never praises himself; he always makes self-deprecating jokes."

"That's right, that's exactly it."

Seeing that she had picked up the conversation, Zhou Miaomiao nodded in agreement: "Deputy Director Li's greatest merit is his humility; he praises others more and talks about himself less."

As she spoke, she probed Zhou Xiaobai: "Deputy Director Li isn't that serious in his daily life, is he?"

"No..."

Zhou Xiaobai had just started to speak when she was pulled by Luo Yun. When she turned to look beside her, Luo Yun was winking at her.

Her expression was slightly stunned, and then she pursed her lips, lowered her head, and didn't dare to say anything else.

At this moment, Zhou Miaomiao also saw some clues, picked up her teacup, swept a glance at the opposite side, and didn't take the initiative to talk again.

Afterward, all the way, the two little girls were seen whispering to each other, their eyes looking over from time to time, as if they were guarding against her.

Zhou Miaomiao simply took out a red-covered book from her bag and started reading, her gaze focused and her enthusiasm for learning quite serious.

Luo Yun glanced at it, the corners of her mouth twitched slightly, and she leaned into Zhou Xiaobai's ear and whispered: "I bet you, this woman is definitely not a good person!"

A Willys led the way, followed by three Shanghai-brand cars, and finally a Beijing CA10 bus bringing up the rear.

After the business negotiation team came out of the Jinmen train station, they were arranged by the foreign affairs department and boarded the motorcade waiting below the platform.

The five cars followed the order and, under the command of the lead car, drove directly along the main street to the Steel Rolling Mill's trade management center located in Jinmen.

Last time they came to Jinmen, Li Xuewu and Li Huai De chose the office address for the trade management center together.

The building and courtyard that originally belonged to the bank were enough for these people to stay.

The main office building alone had three floors, not to mention the auxiliary buildings and dormitories in the back courtyard.

Li Xuewu was the leading official of the Jinmen Trade Management Center, and the person in charge was Zhuang Cangshu, the head of the Economic and Trade Office who managed joint trade.

Sitting in the first car were the security officers and vehicle dispatchers from the factory.

Sitting in the second car were Li Huai De, Li Xuewu, and Zhuang Cangshu.

Sitting in the third car were Andrew and his accompanying secretary and technical consultant.

Sitting in the fourth car were Liu Shaozong, Gao Yaqin, and Zhou Gancheng, who had a solemn face.

The rest were arranged by Zhuang Cangshu to take the bus behind, and there were other vehicles following, but they were not in the motorcade.

Such an arrangement naturally has its reasons. In the interior, you might eat the wrong meal, but you will definitely not sit in the wrong seat.

Let me explain the principles briefly; don't find me long-winded.

The host is the host, and the guest is the guest.

The way of being a guest is to follow the host's convenience.

The way of being a host is to follow the guest's convenience.

According to the distinction between inside and outside, today the Steel Rolling Mill is the host, and the other two parties are guests, so the Steel Rolling Mill leaders' cars are in front, and the other two parties' cars are behind.

According to the distinction of etiquette, today the interior is the host, and Andrew is the guest, so Andrew's car is in front, and the cars of Zhou Gancheng and others are behind.

The knowledge in this is vast. Whether you are in the interior or abroad, even those so-called particularly open countries pay attention to this.

Of course, according to different actual situations, the order to be arranged is also different. This is an unwritten rule, so it needs to be handled according to the situation.

In the second car, Li Xuewu and Li Huai De sat in the back, and Zhuang Cangshu sat in the passenger seat, twisting his body to report work to the two.

"The office location for the Italian technical and management team has been arranged on the third floor near the back building."

"Accommodation and living have been arranged on the third floor of the dormitory building. Both the living area and the work area have special partitions and are managed by special personnel."

Zhuang Cangshu looked cautiously at the expressions of Li Huai De and Li Xuewu, very afraid that his arrangement had loopholes and would be criticized by the leaders.

Li Xuewu had no intention of criticizing him; he looked out the window, comparing the differences from the last time he came to Jinmen.

The streets were still clean and bright, there were not many or few cars, the buildings were still those few high-rises, and the others were low small buildings and bungalows.

Along the way, pedestrians either stopped to watch the motorcade or frowned and dodged to the side to change their route, with different attitudes.

Li Huai De's eyes were slightly closed; he didn't know if he was listening or had already taken a nap.

Zhuang Cangshu didn't see the leaders' opinions, so he didn't dare to stop the report, just talking from the venue arrangement to the arrangement of this operation.

"The canteen has prepared a dinner party. It is a reception banquet specially prepared by a Western chef, mainly based on seafood..."

"That's too much."

Li Xuewu looked out the window and said softly.

Zhuang Cangshu's eyebrows jumped slightly, and he said nervously: "Then I will notify the logistics to rectify it as soon as I arrive, reduce the use and consumption of ingredients, and strive to..."

"I mean the trade management center has passed."

Li Xuewu turned his head and looked at him, pointing to the building not far outside the window as if looking at a fool.

"Ah? Ah!"

Zhuang Cangshu was stunned by Li Xuewu's words, then smiled awkwardly and explained: "The road at our entrance is under repair, so we have to go around a corner."

"Heh~"

Li Huai De listened to the conversation between the two and chuckled. He glanced at Zhuang Cangshu, who had turned pale with fright by Li Xuewu's tone, and then looked at Li Huai De, patted his knee lightly, and said: "Relax, solve things slowly after you go back, and handle this matter first."

"Understood, leader."

Li Xuewu first agreed, then nodded to Zhuang Cangshu and said: "You continue."

"Uh..."

Zhuang Cangshu opened his mouth awkwardly, then said: "And there is the arrangement for the evening. I have contacted the reception of the seafood company, they can..."

"Don't mess around in the evening."

Li Huai De suddenly interrupted his report, his face no longer smiling, pointing at him and saying: "Follow the rules, be cautious, don't do anything strange, and don't make mistakes."

"Yes."

Zhuang Cangshu looked at Director Li, but his peripheral vision had already discovered that Deputy Director Li's attitude had turned cold, knowing that his arrangement was unnecessary.

"Don't be nervous, and don't panic."

Li Huai De sat in his seat, watching the motorcade enter the street where the trade management center was located, and reminded: "Foreign reception emphasizes following the steps. Just do whatever the foreign affairs office arranges."

After speaking, he looked at the back of the car, then asked Li Xuewu: "Are you going home to live tonight?"

After asking this, he didn't wait for Li Xuewu to answer and said directly: "Let's be together after dinner."

Li Xuewu just nodded without answering. After the motorcade drove into the courtyard of the trade management center and stopped steadily in order, he took the lead to get off the car and went to greet Andrew behind.

Sha Qizhi, the director of the foreign affairs office, held a notebook in his hand and waved his fingers to command the reception staff with a serious face.

Security personnel had already run over to open the doors for the motorcade and guided the accompanying personnel who got off the bus to the reception room to rest.

The leaders in the first three cars, accompanied by Li Xuewu, greeted everyone with Li Huai De to visit the building of the trade management center.

Andrew walked beside Li Huai De with his accompanying secretary, while Li Xuewu was introducing something to him on the other side.

A teacher from Huaqing University in the factory served as a temporary translator and walked on the other side of Li Huai De to serve him.

Liu Shaozong from the Ministry of Industry, Gao Yaqin from the Ministry of Foreign Economic Relations and Trade, and Zhou Gancheng from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs walked in the second row and entered the building with others.

When the motorcade turned into the street just now, they were shocked by the solemn and heavy building in front of them.

When they walked into the building, looking at the high ceiling and crystal chandeliers, they were surprised and widened their eyes at the decoration embellished with large areas of stone and solid wood.

They didn't know much about the history of the Steel Rolling Mill, and they really didn't know that the Steel Rolling Mill had such strong strength to own such a large and luxurious office space outside the factory.

Li Huai De enjoyed the surprised gazes from Andrew and others like a loser, and tried to lower the corners of his mouth, not letting his pride destroy his aura.

Zhuang Cangshu walked in the front, turning his body to introduce the general situation of the trade center and the functions of each area to everyone.

Andrew pointed at the European-style reliefs on the wall and commented from time to time, while Li Xuewu explained this history in French in a low voice.

Li Huai De wouldn't speak easily, afraid that he couldn't help laughing out of pride, only when Li Xuewu reminded him of a point he could show off, would he reservedly say a few words.

Every time this happened, Andrew would make an exclamation and a compliment, causing the accompanying crowd behind to chuckle and echo after hearing the translation.

When Zhuang Cangshu guided everyone up to the third floor along the luxurious marble staircase and introduced the office area that had been divided for the Jilixing Shipping Company, it made Andrew happily express his gratitude.

Andrew's family shipyard was called Jili Shipyard, a very earthy but precious name.

As long as people sailing on the sea, everyone hopes that their trip will go smoothly, and no one hopes to meet pirates when going out.

So the brand Jili is not only liked by Chinese people, but also by foreigners.

Andrew wanted to develop the yacht sales business in the Asian region, and very cautiously did not directly use the family brand, but chose to establish a sub-brand exclusive to the Asian region, Jilixing.

That means if this brand is done well, the family shipyard will take the initiative to stand up and say that this is its own biological son, harvesting a wave of benefits and binding a wave of reputation.

If Jilixing's operation is bleak, its reputation is poor, and its quality is worrying, then it will choose to ignore it and pretend not to know. Even if someone mentions it, it will only say that this is its godson and has nothing to do with it.

From this point, it can be seen that Andrew's business experience is seasoned, and he has insufficient confidence in the project of domestic yacht production.

In Beijing, he was so difficult and picky, even communicating with Li Xuewu many times, still worried about the shipyard in Yingcheng.

Why did he have to drag everyone to Yingcheng, and even take the initiative to invite people from the Ministry of Industry and the Ministry of Foreign Economic Relations and Trade together? It was to put pressure on the Steel Rolling Mill and give himself confidence.

When he saw the office area and living equipment and facilities prepared by the Steel Rolling Mill for them, his worrying mood instantly eased a lot.

Looking at people and serving dishes, there are domestic ones, and there are quite a few foreign ones.

Don't read too much Yilin, thinking that foreigners don't pay attention to the scene, otherwise how do you think the nobility of Rolls-Royce is reflected.

The motorcade for business negotiations and the office scene must not be less. Bosses of large companies simply don't take buses and subways to negotiate. Do you think they are selling insurance!

Don't be fooled by those so-called public intellectuals. What he wrote about how things are abroad, in fact, he might not have even left the county, just making things up to earn those few dollars in manuscript fees.

What strictly observes traffic lights, what streets are cleaner than faces, what not a single piece of paper is left after the concert, what resolutely does not accept bribes, etc., believe him and you are the biggest fool of this century!

Later, the trend of climbing and comparing in the interior was all brought in by these foreigners.

On the balcony facing the Haihe River on the third floor of the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill Trade Management Center, Andrew pointed out with great interest the large yacht docked at the shipping terminal not far outside the window and talked about something.

Li Huai De's face no longer had the proud look just now, his eyes looked deeply at the luxury yacht.

After listening to the translation of Andrew's showing off, he turned his head and looked at Li Xuewu with some expectation.

Li Xuewu also looked at him with a feeling in his heart, and instantly understood the meaning in Li Huai De's eyes: Dad! I want one too!

He knows Li Huai De's character too well. This is a guy who loves to show off and can only show off in front of others. He absolutely does not allow himself to become someone else's background wall.

That yacht Li Xuewu saw, it was really beautiful, not like the kind of yacht with fashionable and avant-garde lines in later generations, it was a unique feature of this era.

Not to mention anything else, just this nearly forty-meter-long hull, you know it's expensive without asking.

A yacht is not a fishing boat. The value increase of every meter of a fishing boat definitely cannot keep up with the meter length increase of a yacht.

Andrew stood on the balcony, pointed at the white yacht and introduced to everyone: "This is a birthday gift I received five years ago. It is a high-speed boat designed and supervised by my father himself."

"The hull length is 115.8 feet, the width is 21.9 feet, the waterline is 6.7 feet, and it can easily satisfy eight people living on it for a long time..."

Li Huai De listened to the translation's introduction, and his gaze drifted to Li Xuewu again.

That meaning seems to be: Look! Other people's fathers will give yachts as birthday gifts, and my birthday is coming soon too!

How about I draw a yacht for you?!

Li Xuewu can't satisfy Li Huai De's wish no matter what now, besides turning his head to look out the window and pretending not to see Old Li's eyes, what else can he do?

I can't do it!

You can't let him go up and cover Andrew's broken mouth so he doesn't continue to show off!

Is it possible that you still want him to really contact the Yingcheng Shipyard and build such a yacht for him?!

Are you crazy?!

Is the yacht expensive to build?

Is it that the Yingcheng Shipyard can't build it!

Of course not. The high cost is one aspect, the maintenance cost is the big head!

This thing, except when you think of it, have time, and the weather is good, can you go out to sea in beautiful weather.

Except for taking the yacht baby out to jump around twice and fire two shots, the rest of the time is docked at the port all year round, not earning a penny, just throwing money into it.

Importantly, look at Andrew's yacht, it's very new, and it was manufactured and delivered in 1961.

But you wait for three or five years, this thing is basically a fully refurbished cargo, except for the hull that can still be used, other equipment must be dismantled and reinstalled.

No one will like old things. Retro plays with temperament, not the inside, including the elderly.

Otherwise, you think why yacht babies are young and beautiful, I haven't seen a sixty or seventy-year-old grandfather point to a group of aunts of the same age to go up and play.

That's not a yacht baby, that's yacht insurance!

It's just that Andrew treats it as a business office transportation tool now. You really think he loves his father, so he also cherishes this yacht.

His father is a billionaire, he loves his father, no problem, but it has nothing to do with loving the yacht.

This kind of successor cultivated by the family, if he really squats on the yacht and hugs the boat to sleep, his father will jump and scold him.

This thing is a boat, a passenger boat for people to sit on.

It's just that the equipment and facilities on it are extremely luxurious, satisfying the comfortable riding experience of passengers.

How many times a year, eight years to the end, I am afraid that only people with endless money will buy it to play.

Just with Old Li's cowardly character, even if you got such a boat for him, besides daring to look at it at the pier, do you really think he dares to take this thing out to sea!

Who dares to say that they will build one for Li Huai De, he dares to take the gun in his hand and send the other party to the West.

Showing off has a degree, stop when it's enough, don't suffer behind your back for the sake of showing off in front of people.

After Andrew showed off to Li Huai De and others, he said to Li Xuewu: "Mr. Li, we will take this yacht to Yingcheng tomorrow morning."

"Okay."

Li Xuewu smiled slightly, turned his head to Zhuang Cangshu and said: "Contact the crew, if there is anything needed, try to provide help."

"Okay, leader."

Zhuang Cangshu looked at the window enviously, and took the initiative to find Andrew's accompanying secretary to dock.

Li Xuewu didn't want Andrew to continue to perform, raised his hand to make a gesture of please, and said with a smile: "Shall we go and see the staff rest area?"

The dinner party at the trade management center is still very good. Zhuang Cangshu was afraid that Li Xuewu would have opinions. In addition to the seafood feast of the Western chef, he also temporarily arranged a Chinese chef.

Reduced the categories of Western food, increased the dishes of Chinese food, and let this meal combine Chinese and Western, and the attitude of the leader eased a lot.

This is in Jinmen, he can find a Western chef, if it were in Beijing, I am afraid that even if you invite him with eight sedan chairs, he wouldn't come.

Who dares to say that he can cook Western food, he would rather say that he is not a chef, and he would not dare to say that he is a Western chef if he is mixed with food and drink.

Li Xuewu sat at the main table, and did not vent his anger on Andrew's showing off in the afternoon and pour them wine. This occasion today is not the time to fight for wine.

It is really good to eat and drink well, and it is really good to speak well.

Wine table culture has never been unique to the interior. From Andrew's social performance, this old guy has talked about business at the wine table.

Li Xuewu took the time to glance at Zhou Xiaobai and the others. If you want to mix food and drink, you still have to be these two dry rice generals.

Really caught the opportunity, at the corner table, these two little guys are like stealing squirrels, making efforts to create seafood feasts.

The banquet did not last for a long time. There were still many words on the main table. Everyone ate and chatted, and did not mention work, but talked about life.

Especially Andrew took the initiative to talk about the life concepts and cultural differences at home and abroad, and said some of his likes and views on domestic life customs.

Why do you say that this old guy understands business banquet social interaction? You don't talk about work and talk about life, is it really talking about each other's family life?

Of course not. It is to talk about the attitude toward each other's survival and business environment position from a personal perspective, and seek the impression of the other party on oneself and the values recognized by both sides.

You don't really think that the big guys in this level of business banquet discuss where your child goes to kindergarten, how my wife is, how old my son is, and playing with mud with the neighbor's child, do you?!

Don't make trouble!

You think this is a class reunion, even if it is a class reunion, you won't talk about this, which one is not talking about going to open a room after eating... um... that stuff!