My Lord, you need to stand up!

Chapter 680 One still has to rely on oneself

"Brother, is this why we won't be participating in clothing expos, daily chemical products expos, or daily necessities expos anymore?"

Lamu and Zhuoma were in the last row with the baby.

Xiaodie leaned on the armrest and stared wide-eyed at her father as he drove the car.

Hearing the sound, he turned around and glanced at his aunt.

But when she heard her father speak, she looked back and said, "That's about right. Since you think I made money from the auto show and harmed the interests of the public, then I won't participate in the next expo. Let them organize it themselves and see how it goes."

Perhaps some people think that Wei Dong's actions are immature and a bit like a child throwing a tantrum.

But he believes that this is precisely the clearest and most accurate way to express his attitude.

They might even do it intentionally, providing material for others to use.

At his psychological age, it's possible that deliberately withholding the child's passport was a way of reminding him to do something.

Let's give it a try.

Shen Cuiyue sneered: "Seeing this business succeed, someone wants to steal the credit and reap the benefits."

Wei Dong shook his head: "It's not that serious. This is just a small achievement. Old Cheng called me last night and said he was talking to him and wanted to promote him to a position at the automotive headquarters. This is just a way to put people in here to enhance their resumes. He didn't even touch my position as vice president. The meaning is very clear. The reform of the 212 is more effective than that of the Cherokee. Several thousand cars have been ordered. When it comes to delivery, it will be the new factory manager's achievement."

Dong Xueqing frowned: "How disgusting these people are!"

Wei Dong laughed: "This kind of thing happens everywhere. If you're not the boss in a private company, there's all sorts of office politics. Well, even if you are the boss, there's no shortage of backstabbing and infighting. I don't care. Everyone can work independently. If they think they're so great that they can start their own business, then let them go and make their own way."

Shen Cuiyue counted on her fingers: "Old Geng should be fine, Old Zhang's business is too small so he'll definitely listen to you, Old Huang is an honest man, Xishan Factory is stable, Hongguang Factory doesn't have much ambition, Old Gao failed the test this time, Old Hong... hehe, I can tell his true colors from the National Daily Chemical Industry Expo."

Dong Xueqing joined in the discussion: "Why didn't you mention the women? Sister Duan is pretty good, right? She did a great job selling the merchandise around the expo, but she's meticulous about collecting and returning payments. I heard she ignored people who wanted to collaborate with her. As for the new Sister Song, she went to Beijing with Sister Ai after the expo. Could there be a problem?"

People in the martial arts world only believe in relationships of dependence: "I said you should have taken Xiao Ai in Pingjing, she could still do some work and entertain guests!"

Wei Dong laughed and scolded, "Go ahead and collect it, damn it. It's a perfectly good working relationship, why do you have to make it so complicated? It's like I'm a womanizer."

Dong Xueqing only looked at the data: "Xiao Yu has started sending over weekly work reports from college students. Did I ask him to do that?"

Shen Cuiyue immediately burst into laughter; she knew exactly what that flower was thinking.

Wei Dong was somewhat embarrassed: "Yes, yes, yes, I asked her to manage the employment guidance work for universities in Beijing and other places. You don't need to worry about this, it's risky."

Fengchu didn't even ask about the risks of college graduates working, just skipped over it with "Oh, okay": "Then should I move the finance center to Pengzhen?"

Wei Dong hesitated for a moment: "I don't understand the specific financial work, but I hope to continue to stay in Jiangzhou. After all, we still have a factory with more than 10,000 people. I will definitely have to go back every month. Haven't you already tried working remotely outside? Why not set up a financial center and communicate back and forth frequently?"

Dong Xueqing fell silent, only murmuring "hmm," before immersing herself back in the computer data.

This machine is indeed bulky, but because the power consumption from the display to the motherboard is low, the nickel-cadmium battery under its heavy body can last for twenty hours!

It didn't delay her use until she arrived in Pengzhen.

Wei Dong bypassed the bustling, crowded, chaotic, and backward urban area and arrived directly at the secluded dock industrial zone in the night.

In just over six months, only the factory buildings have been completed; the residential and office buildings are still under construction day and night.

I also had a seafood meal at a nearby night market stall selling stir-fried snails, which was clearly influenced by the semiconductor factory next door; the business was much busier and noisier.

The Peugeot station wagon was let in by the surprised construction guards at the factory gate.

To everyone's surprise, it was He Yuzhu who came to greet them: "President Lin has returned to Singapore. Apart from celebrating the Lunar New Year, he is mainly pushing forward with the relocation of the packaging plant. It is said that the plant in Fei Libin has already been dismantled and packed, and will be shipped over after the holiday."

Wei Dong originally asked Mao'er to drive him to the hotel.

Dong Xueqing and Shen Cuiyue both said they would stay in this dormitory, and He Yuemei also stayed in this dormitory when she came. Why spend that money?

He told Wei Dong to leave it to Wei Dong and that he and He Yuzhu should go to the factory for an inspection immediately.

The graduate student from Pengda University said that his major was relevant to the job, so he spends almost every day here now. His supervisor even tries to find ways to come and visit him.

The wafer fab has been assembled, and under the guidance of Malaysian engineers and technicians, a group of "newly recruited" technicians are trying to produce 8086 chips.

In fact, this is currently the mainstream chip in the Citibank market, which is already a generation more advanced than the X Computer 6502 and Apple Computer 6800.

However, its performance advantage is limited and not to the point of completely outperforming it.

So it's understandable that Steve didn't choose to follow suit.

After the silicon wafers are completed, they need to be sent to a packaging plant to complete the subsequent processes. Therefore, there is no mass production at the moment. Instead, we are taking advantage of this period to carry out technological upgrades and strive to have the packaging plant come over to complete the process and produce the 80286 chips directly.

That would mean it's basically ahead of the Citibank market, although it hasn't reached the level of the 80386 yet, and it wouldn't be criticized as an outdated chip.

Because the 386 is still embroiled in a lawsuit with Intel, it cannot be put into production here.

To make Wei Dong understand, so that he knows that Apple computers and X computers in 1987 would mainly use the 286 chip.

The 286 chips produced and sold in-house, along with some 386 chips manufactured by Citibank, are all being pushed toward the global market.

He Yuzhu, who was in charge of sales for X Computer, was very excited and kept gesturing that he would launch the 286 chip X Computer to the market this year.

Wei Dong had to pour some cold water on him: "The 286 is still too outdated. We need to find ways to get to the level of the 386. The production of X-type computers now is only to provide them for universities and some units that urgently need them. Moreover, we cannot monopolize the market too much at this stage. We should not completely kill off the computer typewriter."

He Yuzhu found it hard to understand: "Why is it that many enterprises and institutions consider using typewriters a waste of money!"

Not to mention that computers can do many things, typewriters can only type.

A business-grade computer with a printer and monitor sells for 3199 yuan, which is much cheaper than a typewriter that costs between 5,000 and 7,000 yuan.

Not to mention data exchange with financial and banking systems.

He told Wei Dong not to tell him that he was too high-profile and attracted too much attention: "Some R&D companies in Beijing or other units also need to survive. You should focus on mass consumption. At this stage, I can't provide you with TV advertising. You can only rely on your own efforts and the sales network to promote it."

He Yuzhu didn't show the surprise and disappointment of a sudden change after joining the company. He just nodded thoughtfully and said, "Then I'll give it a try."

Actually, the factory here doesn't seem to have any special features, making Wei Dong a complete tech novice.

The next morning, he happily played basketball with many construction soldiers who had gathered around after hearing the news.

Around noon, Lao Fang pulled him aside for a talk: "I heard your whole family came to Pengzhen, are you planning to go to Hong Kong?"

Rang Weidong asked, "But my son hasn't received his passport and travel permit yet, so he'll spend the Spring Festival here. That won't violate any rules, right?"

Old Fang looked into his eyes: "Are you holding a grudge?"

Wei Dong shook his head: "No, I'm mentally prepared for the controversy surrounding the reform path, but I'm not prepared to go to jail, and I don't want my family to suffer. So for now, I'm settling down in Pengzhen and focusing on the factories, docks, and container work here. Of course, I'll go to Hong Kong often."

Old Fang smiled slightly: "Why go to Hong Kong?"

To his surprise, Wei Dong gave him an unexpected response: "Let's form a basketball club."

Old Fang thought he must be deaf: "Huh? Say it again?"

Wei Dong calmly stated: "I plan to use my partners at Citibank to select some professional-level players from Citibank who are not good enough to play in the NBA, and bring them to Hong Kong to play basketball and make money. I also hope to use their performances in Hong Kong, Macau, Taiwan, and Southeast Asia to naturalize some of them into Hong Kong citizens, so that they can represent Hong Kong in international competitions, help me gain a voice in Hong Kong, and help me expand my commercial market in Hong Kong, Macau, Taiwan, and Southeast Asia."

Old Fang, who was in charge of all domestic investment promotion work in Hong Kong, was brought to a standstill by this wildly imaginative idea.

Let Wei Dong explain slowly: "First of all, I use American players, mostly black players, so that Hong Kong people won't object. Paying these people is no problem. Hong Kong, Macau and Taiwan will definitely fawn over these foreign players, and incidentally raise my status."

In the 1980s, no one in China would have thought of hiring a bunch of Black people to come to Hong Kong, Macau, and Taiwan to show off.

But later basketball fans thought it was such an ordinary thing.

"Commercially, I definitely won't lose money. It may seem like I've spent a lot of money, but I'll definitely make it back. Not to mention the other benefits. If these people can help HK gain some recognition on the international stage, do you think I might get a Justice of the Peace or something in HK?"

What he didn't say was, of course, his own importance, which is circumstantial evidence, isn't it?

Old Fang's head must be buzzing.

He was already considered quite unconventional in this field, but he never expected to encounter a parkour enthusiast.

Even he couldn't predict what the route would be like.

That last expression was both hilarious and choked me: "I'm telling you, some people's brains are just rusty. Even if you were thrown into wartime, you'd be living a very comfortable life, right?"

Wei Dong also had a wild idea: "Haha, what if we organize a basketball team to play a game at the Japanese barracks, and while they're focused, we can secretly surround and annihilate them?"

Having experienced the War of Resistance against Japan, Lao Fang finally burst into laughter: "You rascal, it's not that simple... but it's not impossible either..."

He particularly enjoys orchestrating these kinds of unexpected battles.

So why would someone like that run away?

(End of this chapter)