My Lord, you need to stand up!

Chapter 437 Even if you've never eaten pork, you've seen pigs run.

Sister Su arrived in the evening.

Sometimes it's quite convenient to deal with these kinds of people.

They wouldn't have any faith collapse; helping the boss clean up their mess is just a matter of course, and they'd be especially considerate and attentive.

Every little detail was handled very well.

Two weeks ago, a plane ticket receipt and a training access card read: "After obtaining the West German visa, I attended a few days of unified training at the School of International Economics. Ms. Dong is not talkative, but she is very opinionated. She started to study the German textbook from scratch, which was much more difficult than the last time when she was Manager Zhang, who had excellent English skills."

Wei Dong really wanted to eat some sunflower seeds and listen more, but he had to maintain his cool and aloof boss image: "Thank you for your hard work."

Fortunately, the woman from the north was quite talkative: "As soon as she arrived, she was arranged to attend a training course at the Foreign Language Institute to study German. She had zero foundation; she hadn't even learned the English or Russian alphabet. I asked her if she wanted to study German in Beijing for a year, which would be easier than starting from scratch abroad. She said she could always learn it. She's quite stubborn, isn't she?"

Wei Dong could only say, "If I'm not stubborn, why do I have to go abroad to study? With the company's current conditions, I can arrange business trips abroad at any time. It's just a matter of suffering twice over. Let's see if it can improve me."

In the 1980s, at least in a prefecture-level city like Shangzhou, the idea of ​​staying together for love was not yet popular.

They're just living together as partners.

Because the past few decades have been filled with violent upheavals, there was no energy to talk about love. The priority was to survive, and only by surviving could one even talk about the right to live.

So now, getting divorced when going abroad, being sent to the countryside, or returning to the city is commonplace in big cities.

Sister Su glanced at the long Western-style dining table, where there were professionally trained and naturally charming contestants like Shen Cuiyue and Qin Yuye, as well as stunning beauties like Yu Xiaoqiu and Ai Jiayi, whose looks and movements were off the charts.

It's no wonder that the empress could withstand the psychological pressure.

It was already considered that Wei Dong had kept himself clean, and the dinner was a gathering of management from the Pingjing branch, advertising company, sanitary napkin factory, and other companies, along with senior executives from the urban construction company and Xishan factory.

Sixty or seventy people booked the entire buffet at the Western restaurant of a nearby hotel catering to foreigners.

The city construction company officers and soldiers, still wearing their old military uniforms, were utterly stunned.

Fortunately, Wei Dong neither asked them to buy or change clothes, nor did he dress himself up. He wore the same T-shirt, shirt, and jeans he did on the train, and then walked into the hotel with everyone, proudly introducing himself to the hotel staff as his capable assistant from the third-tier factory.

The hotel staff, who were already familiar with him, especially since it was a state-owned enterprise like a catering company or commercial bureau from Beijing sending people to work in a joint venture, immediately greeted him with smiles and treated him warmly, without having yet to learn the arrogant attitude often seen in the Shanghai service industry towards foreigners.

The people of Beijing have seen many outstanding individuals from all over the country come to the capital, but their perspectives are still quite different.

Those famous Western restaurants in Beijing weren't exactly bustling with people wearing military uniforms and caps as fashionable attire.

Therefore, these simply dressed construction soldiers had only eyes for Rang Weidong, because they felt respected from the bottom of their hearts.

They would not feel inferior about the clothes they wear.

The sales company members, mainly university students, also took good care of their colleagues, jokingly saying that everyone was only able to eat Western food because of them, as their boss used to take them to the university cafeteria.

Ai Jiayi, who also came from a performing arts troupe, led everyone in learning Western dining etiquette as a professional soldier, which wasn't that complicated.

As a result, even when Qin Yuye, a proper international person, teased and corrected his mistakes, he didn't feel embarrassed at all and just laughed it off, creating a very good atmosphere.

Sister Su was a beautiful woman with a plump figure. She was giving a report to Wei Dong, and no one else bothered her.

So Wei Dong eventually found out even the gossip that Zhang Lanzhi was already studying in Edinburgh, working hard but not doing so well!

You should take a part-time job in the intelligence department; being an actor is a waste of your talent.

But I still tried to keep it casual: "Please pay attention and help me. There must be all sorts of difficulties in a foreign country. If you need any money, please ask me. Thank you."

Then, following Qin Yuye's instructions, he lightly tapped his wine glass twice with his knife. Everyone glanced at him and immediately fell silent.

The boss began, "This time, several departments of ours came to Beijing not only to coordinate and inspect construction projects, but also mainly to showcase our achievements in electronic computer research and development to relevant superiors and supervisory units. If all goes well, we will begin partial sales of X-computers before the end of the year..."

By the end of September 1985, even leading Western powers like Citibank had only seen personal computers become popular for three to five years.

Last year, the entire team was selling cheap cameras for 29 yuan and sanitary napkins for 10 cents a piece, but now they're starting to sell computers.

It could easily make college students burst into cheers, but they were afraid of being impolite in such a setting, so they tried their best to suppress it.

This gave Wei Dong the confidence he would have forty years later: "We don't need to care about eating Western food and having to follow those foreigners' etiquette. We can applaud loudly on our own land!"

The construction soldiers applauded even more enthusiastically than the college students!
Sister Su was quietly nudging her niece next to her. Look at this guy, his imposing presence is clearly visible.

Yu Xiaoqiu, however, changed somewhat. She clapped along without making a sound, and paid more attention to Wang Zhiwen and the others who had come with her.

These college students were basically staring with fervent enthusiasm.

Because Wei Dong deserved such admiration: "But you must remember, why do we sell computers? It's not to make money, but to enable more people to use computers, especially our younger brothers and sisters, our next generation, to access and unlock the information code of the computer age earlier. This is how we live up to the expectations of this era!" Forty or fifty college students and graduates, who were the core sales and operations backbone of Pingjing, clapped their hands until they were red and shouted hoarsely, "Yes!"

"Live up to the times!"

Wei Dong felt it was only natural. So many hotels have self-help sessions and applause, why can't they be lively and enthusiastic? Why should I, as a customer, have to be careful and watch the hotel's attitude?
What's the logic behind that?

Actually, the hotel staff had quite a few people crowding around the door, praising him. This guy was someone we personally witnessed growing from just one or two people last year to his current status.

Even last year, Wei Dong couldn't project this kind of aura.

Now that I'm more experienced: "That's the ideal, but we need to be more down-to-earth and do our best in the present reality. The most recent thing is before the end of the year, when all sales teams and branches will gather in Jiangzhou to attend the National Distribution Conference. Do you have any experience to share with your comrades across the country? Do you have anything to encourage and pass on to everyone? Do you have a better development strategy? The National Distribution Conference is like a martial arts tournament, and I'm waiting for you to come!"

The overall commodity society had only progressed to the stage of individual businesses scattered like a pile of sand, and entrepreneurs and private enterprises like You Qili, Jiangzhou Trading Company, and Nan Murong Bei Qiao Feng were still just rare budding phenomena.

Wei Dong has already dragged the situation forward and expanded it to a nationwide marketing team!

The key issue is whether he even understands it himself; his teachings have been mixed with a lot of the dregs of micro-business and small-town success stories.

It's incredibly persuasive.

The college students cheered enthusiastically, while the construction soldiers were envious and secretly reported to Lao Geng, "Maybe we can go and learn from them."

Soldiers are indeed divided into many types.

The construction team consists almost entirely of veterans with more than ten years of experience. Their military skills may be average, but they are skilled in civil engineering, a highly technical field that demands meticulous attention to technical standards and project management.

In fact, what is being trained is not only construction workers, but also management talents who are all multi-talented individuals with a military-style approach.

It is no coincidence that the most outstanding grassroots cadres in various units after Pengzhen became a city all came from the commanders and soldiers of those two infrastructure divisions.

Old Geng was even more adept at leading and inspiring people: "Of course, our urban construction company should be a good host in Jiangzhou, showcasing our projects for all departments to critique and correct. These are the best college students from all over the country. Are you confident?"

The construction soldiers' shouts were far more energetic than those of the college students.

Qin Yuye was so surprised that she covered her mouth with a small fork, her beautiful eyes sparkling as she watched the passionate scene unfold.

Especially when you see Ai Jiayi leading several actors, they are also shouting excitedly in a high-pitched voice!

There's definitely a sense that this fighting power is beyond that of an ordinary commercial company; it's a religious organization.

Moreover, they possess the kind of formidable fighting power capable of obliterating Hong Kong's triads.

She noticed something that seemed familiar and turned to whisper to Shen Cuiyue, who was taking pictures with a camera.

Old Cheng and his group were extremely excited, wishing they had brought more people.

The militia platoon leader quickly reminded him that the factory had also transferred many people to the sales front, and they would definitely attend the national conference.

Old Cheng decided that he would still take people to Jiangzhou at that time.

Wei Dong started by talking about the big picture, then gradually brought the focus back to the present: "So this time we brought five X-computers. We'll first go to the Fifth Ministry of Machinery Industry to give a report, and then we'll definitely leave them to Pingjing Company. Those with relevant expertise who want to do scientific research, or those in advertising companies who want to shoot commercials, can start thinking about it."

Everyone agreed.

In this atmosphere, who cares what we eat or how grand and luxurious the hotel is? Our spirits have long since transcended this formality.

Getting Wei Dong to come to Beijing would complete half of the task.

He didn't really care about reporting the good news to his superiors.

It's just an assembled product; the core components still need to be imported. What's there to brag about?

But the next day, when five black computers were placed on the desk of the Fifth Ministry of Machinery Industry, the sensational scene still exceeded Wei Dong's expectations.

Because at that time, no company in the country had seriously launched a computer product.

The Zhonghua Learning Machine, which was "developed" by several digital factories under the Fourth Ministry of Machinery Industry, was basically a copy of the Apple II computer produced in 1977.

Seven or eight years have passed, and even though Moore's Law has not yet taken effect and the main chip has not changed fundamentally, the question remains: what should a computer actually do?

There have been earth-shattering changes.

At this point, who understands this better than Wei Dong?

Although he could hardly use a computer in his previous life, he saw far too many pigs running around.

(End of this chapter)