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Chapter 423 This is Death!

After finishing speaking, he paused for a moment and let out a burst of wild laughter.

"Hahaha! I was wrong. People in the flower-growing country can't even raise pigs well, and they can't even understand complicated and sophisticated machines."

Almost no one present understood what he said.

However, the smile on his face was full of ridicule, contempt, and contempt, like a fan diagram looking for a fight.

Looking at it makes people want to slap their face with the sole of a shoe.

All the technicians here have a bad impression of the Japanese.

Guessing that his dog couldn't spit out ivory, he ignored him.

Ruko Yamamoto didn't see the anger of the flower-growing country, and felt unhappy.

He cursed something.

Then he turned sideways and said something to the translator next to him.

The interpreter showed embarrassment, and said in Japanese: "Mr. Yamamoto, this is inappropriate!

People in Huahua Country have always been patriotic and united, provoking their territory is tantamount to dancing on the edge of a cliff..."

This is to die!

Before finishing the words of comfort, the smile on Ruko Yamamoto's face faded.

"You are just my translator, you can do whatever I ask you to do, you are not qualified to make decisions for me, understand?" he said arrogantly.

The translator's expression froze.

The smile becomes forced.

Squeezing the palm of his hand, he translated what Yamamoto said.

The scene became quiet for a while.

There was a young man who couldn't hold back his anger and had veins popping out of his forehead.

Looking at the frail young man, his eyes were shining with fire, and his whole body exuded a coldness that made people look sideways.

"What did you say?" he said angrily.

Yamamoto got angry when he saw the group of flower pigs in front of him, and his octagonal beard flew wildly when he laughed.

"Interesting, interesting! Have you seen their faces? They are more colorful than the paints I use for painting." He looked at his team and said with a smile on his face.

Seeing this guy being so arrogant, Qiao Cheng was very angry.

Stand up and look at the Japanese technical team.

Justice awe-inspiringly said:
"The purpose of our exchange meeting today is to promote the development of the textile industry. I believe that all the comrades who came to participate have this idea.

If Mr. Yamamoto sincerely shares and communicates with us, we are willing to welcome you with the etiquette of friends..."

In fact, in my heart: Bah!

"But if you intend to be unfriendly and humiliate us, then I'm sorry, we don't welcome it, and please get out of our country."

The translator dutifully translated the words with a deadpan face.

When Yamamoto heard this, he was stunned for a moment, and then his face darkened.

The kind that will pull out the wooden warehouse in the next second.

His eyes were fierce.

"The flower-growing country known as the country of etiquette is nothing more than that."

The translator said simultaneously.

Lin Tang couldn't hold back, and said lightly, "...the country of etiquette is the country of reception, and we are naturally the country of etiquette."

The implication is that anyone who understands understands it!

You Japanese don't know etiquette, so we treat you with your courtesy.

Yamamoto said coldly: "The teeth are sharp and the mouth is sharp."

Lin Tang showed a polite smile, and retorted, "Thank you for the compliment."

Yamamoto became angry from embarrassment, saying that it was not good to use tricks in public, so angry.

When he stood up, there was a 'bang chirp', and his foot tripped over the stool.

I wanted to leave in a cool way, but the pretense failed, and I became more and more annoyed!
Looking at the half-smiles that flashed in everyone's eyes, his face turned green with anger.

He reached out to pat his clothes and sat down again.

Everyone: "?!"

Although I was surprised by this person's thick skin, time was precious, and everyone didn't pay much attention to him, and quickly shifted their attention.

Wouldn't it be nice to learn more if you have time to talk to fools?

It's better than this if you squint for a while!

Everyone's exchange and learning continued.

"I heard that Jinzhou Cotton Textile Factory has a batch of imported machines, and the efficiency has been greatly improved.

I wonder if Mr. Yang can share with us the experience of using the new machine? "An old technician who was familiar with Mr. Yang said with a smile.

In the past few months, the production efficiency of Jinzhou Cotton Textile Factory has far surpassed them, but they are envious.

I wanted to ask a long time ago, and today I finally got the chance.

"There is nothing to say." Yang Lao smiled, "Our factory has changed the machine for a while. If you want to talk about the experience of using it, it is very smooth, and the consumables are nearly half less than before."

"Save electricity, save materials, and have high efficiency."

After he finished speaking, the technicians present burst into tears of envy.

Someone said: "It sounds like this machine is really good, does it have any shortcomings?"

But all machines are not perfect, there must be more or less deficiencies.

That's why technological innovation is needed.

If they can barely accept it, their factory will also find a relationship to make a batch.

As long as it increases productivity.

Yang Lao said: "The operation is very difficult, and detailed training is required for the operators, and the amount of oil consumed is increasing step by step... There are many shortcomings."

The oil he's talking about is the machine oil that coats the bearings of the machine.

The precision of the new machine is precision, but the amount of machine oil used is also correspondingly increased.

"It's inevitable." Yang Lao's old friend is also an old technician, and he knows it well.

Remembering that Jinzhou Cotton Textile Factory was researching a new machine, he asked curiously, "I heard that you are researching a fully automatic weft winding machine. Is this true?"

Elder Yang's eyes lit up when he thought of the research that was progressing well.

"Well, it's true."

"How's the progress? From the looks of you, it must be going well, right?"

Elder Yang nodded slightly, and said modestly: "It's pretty smooth."

In fact, of course, it was not generally smooth.

With such a big baby like Lin Tang, He Chou's progress was slow.

Maybe it will be possible to export in the future.

Elder Yang's wise eyes were full of anticipation.

With his appearance, that old friend for many years naturally saw something different.

"After you do it well, I don't know if we can go to study and study?"

Yang Lao said with a smile: "Yes, what can't be done, we all learn from each other."

Mr. Yang is a senior technical talent with a high status in the industry, and everyone is convinced by what he said.

Seeing his confident appearance, all the technicians present looked forward to it.

Seeing the launch of the textile machinery in the flower-growing country is what they have been thinking about most since they entered the industry.

As the discussion deepened, the atmosphere heated up again.

"laugh……"

An untimely chirp sounded abruptly.

It was Ruko Yamamoto.

Everyone was a little unhappy.

"Does Mr. Yamamoto have any good ideas?" Elder Yang's gentle face was stained with displeasure.

After all, he is well-informed and calm.

Superficial decency still.

Yamamoto raised his chin slightly, speaking with complacency.

"...The weft winder? We have already eliminated it. What is there to study about it.

Ours has long been pulled to the waste collection station and turned into ashes. "

The word "automatic" was completely ignored by him.

To be more precise, the arrogance of being a citizen of a powerful country has long since made him lose his humble heart to learn.

I just think that I am the most dick, I can't see the height of the sky, nor the vastness of the sea.

Everyone was speechless, "..."

No one is willing to cooperate with his performance.

I know you are superior, but we are neither envious nor bitter, eh!
(End of this chapter)