My Lord, you need to stand up!

Chapter 978 Crisis Arrives Suddenly
Wei Dong's words were quickly proven true.

There's really nothing to see in Pyongyang right now. The Third Ring Road is still under construction, and you can still see donkey and horse carts on the city streets!
It will probably feel like the backwardness that Chinese tourists will see when they visit Somalia in 30 or 40 years.

Wei Dong even suspected that Pingjing was deliberately keeping a low profile, trying to make the foreigners visiting the capital feel that there was no threat at all.

He, too, followed the custom and led the foreign guests on a walk along the most magnificent long street.

Frankly speaking, this section of Beijing is the only one that has reached a level similar to that of Detroit's main urban area.

The president carefully observed the magnificent street scene, but requested to go to Wei Dong's company instead of directly to the hotel.

also.

To be honest, Wei Dong still doesn't have a fixed, impressive office location.

Jiangzhou Bailou was given to Dong Xueqing, while the Economic Development Zone gave Wei Dong a corner in the open-plan office building, which was the partitioned room that Qin Yuye had previously set up for him.

So when they returned to Jiangzhou, Weidong often stayed at Lao Huang's computer software company office.

Firstly, it would help him avoid the endless visits and inspections; secondly, dealing with the computer industry, which is closer to technology, would help him recall the Internet era.

There was none in Hong Kong; they wandered around, engaging in guerrilla warfare.

Looking at the impressive Building No. 5, with its offices crammed into the second, third, and fourth floors, Wei Dong didn't even have a single desk.

This time when we went to the basketball park at the Dodge factory, Xiao Ming had a private office. He was making multiplication tables there, looking like a middle school student...

Only the television media building in Pyeongjin has a plot of land, and even that is often occupied.

Qin Yuye had no idea and casually gave the order; she hadn't been to Pingjing for over a year.

On the contrary, Yu Xiaoqiu, who was following in the car behind, immediately curled her lips upon hearing this!

The administrative director quickly asked her what was going on, but the secretary looked strange and hesitated to speak.

Did Zou Huimin actually think that some gang on your side was occupying the office building and affecting it?
Instead, it was Sister Qing who figured out what it was, and she frowned.

This made Wei Dong indifferent.

The towering television production building wasn't particularly impressive to the car company president.

But stepping into the narrow yet ultra-luxurious Panda White Stone lobby was still a bit of a shock.

The lobby manager and receptionist were a bit stunned to see so many foreigners for the first time, but they still remembered to bow to the boss to greet him, and the boss's wife also remembered.

They were even more pleasantly surprised to see Sister Qing following behind them.

If the hotel's business training hadn't been so good, I would have gone to see the stars in person.

The artificially high-end manual elevators didn't reveal any flaws, and the office space on the entire floor was also decent.

Qin Yuye, who was arriving for the first time, also introduced: "This is one of our office areas all over China. My husband doesn't think that owning an office building is anything to brag about, so we are now more inclined to build a super basketball arena in Hong Kong that can accommodate nearly 20,000 people. This year, the Hong Kong basketball team that we sponsor will participate in the Olympics, and my husband is..."

At this point, everyone in the office area had already stood up to warmly welcome the arrival of the boss and the foreign boss.

Even if it weren't the mobile phone era where arrangements could be made on short notice, the notification to host Chrysler executives during the May Day holiday would definitely have been sent to the branches in Beijing and Shanghai.

Everyone tried to wear white shirts, jeans, and suit skirts, which made them look energetic and spirited.

The person peeking out from the boss's office door looked particularly lazy.

The proprietress frowned as well. What kind of people are these? Don't they know their place, which department or branch they're from?
Wei Dong pretended not to see it and smiled as he communicated the situation to his employees: "The Shanghai Dodge plant cut the ribbon. The daily output is only a little over a hundred vehicles, so there is still a long way to go for Hyundai Motor Industry to learn from it. All the branches are scrambling to buy them. After all, many places are still used to sedans as official vehicles and think that SUVs are out of place. This business is still worth exploring. How about the sales of Cherokee?"

The relevant sales manager will report immediately.

Qin Yuye, avoiding looking in that direction, translated for the president: "My husband is an exceptionally talented sales expert. Sales is his greatest passion. The reason he has to dedicate so much energy to production is because there aren't enough products or enough consumer spending power on the market. This is quite different from Citibank, which focuses purely on product sales..."

As her husband, her understanding was far superior to that of the other two.

The entire floor, spanning over a thousand square meters, houses dozens or even hundreds of people from all relevant units in Pingjing, except for a few manager's offices along the walls.

They were mostly college students, and their ambition and ability were written all over their faces.

They placed great trust in Wei Dong's fair and just approach to rewards and punishments, and repeatedly reported the situation to foreign capitalists.

This contrasts sharply with the few young people who crowded to the door upon hearing the commotion.

The president saw it too, but didn't ask.

After Wei Dong briefly explained the situation, encouraged a few people, and shook hands with two new employees, he led the guests to the CEO's office.

He continued to smile and shake hands with these people, and was able to call out most of their names, introducing them to the Chrysler president, the CEO of its subsidiary Jeep, the CEO of Dodge, and so on who had arrived.

Don't you guys like hanging out here? Haven't you always been so arrogant and looked down on everyone?

Go straight to the top-tier players.

Led by the president, the foreign executives shook hands with warm, curious smiles.

Sure enough, some people immediately turned red in the face and couldn't utter a single fart.

But Wei Dong remained very polite and even invited us to attend his business talks.
He doesn't speak English either, but he's quite used to it in Hong Kong.

You can just blurt out words with gestures and all you need to do is be thick-skinned.

No, no, I really can't hold it in.

Without a strong heart, facing the top executives of the 1986 Fortune 500 company, with more than a dozen tall and burly foreign executives, entourage, and assistants crowding in and surrounding them, and even foreigners taking photos, it was truly unbearable.

They ran away one after the other, feeling quite awkward.

On the contrary, Xiong Guoming and his few battle-hardened companions were able to keep up.

Yu Xiaoqiu finally seized the opportunity and silently directed the cleaning staff to come in and clean.

I try to keep things clean every day, but it's impossible to stop these guys from carelessly smoking, playing cards, and making tea.

Qin Yuye would also greet her husband with a beaming smile, praising him with a joyful expression.

Qingjie, however, skillfully fetched tea leaves and teacups from outside and began brewing tea, with Zou Huimin quickly helping her.

Then I heard the president sit down at the end of the long conference table and say, "Now let's talk about the future of the Caravan. I think Pete has some unique insights."

At this moment, he showed absolutely no arrogance.

Qin Yuye's beautiful eyes widened in surprise as she gracefully helped her husband move the chair next to the president.

Wei Dong secretly cursed her, thinking, "You spineless woman! I'll sit on the other side to be worthy of you!"

But seeing his wife's beaming smile, she looked overjoyed that her husband had become successful and gained the appreciation of foreigners.

I thought to myself, "Never mind, I'm not really bothered by this possibility."

As he casually sat down, he finally heard the CEO tilt his head and ask in a low voice, "Who was that just now?"

After sitting down at the corner of the table, the translator quickly muttered to himself.

Wei Dong smiled and said, "There are always some people who don't need to rely on their abilities to gain resources and trust. For those who get things done, these things are not important."

He said it casually, but he didn't expect that the president would agree with it after hearing the translation.

He also patted the young man on the arm.

This suddenly reminded Wei Dong that this man, who had risen to a position second only to the CEO at Ford, must have had a profound and unforgettable experience of being fired by Ford after years of suspicion and being unemployed in his fifties.

Sure enough, when the president spoke again, it was in the tone of an internal meeting. He didn't treat Wei Dong as an outsider and directly discussed the views of industry leaders in the Asian region on Minivan.

Indeed, Chrysler, as the inventor of this type of vehicle, or more precisely, the model that this president led the team to outline, is defined as a mini van.

VANs are the vans that criminals see in various American TV shows, where they yank open the side door to rob people. They also include the Hiace vans seen in mainland China and the vans that gangsters in Hong Kong like to pull out with a bunch of machetes.

While other companies made flat-fronted vans, it was this president who ingeniously led the team to design one with a front engine compartment.

This way, the car has both the styling of a family car and a spacious rear, meeting the needs of housewives and ordinary companies.

It can be considered a crossover vehicle that can be used for both passenger and cargo transport, and for both public and private purposes.

Wei Dong only understood what it meant after hearing his wife's handwritten explanation.

He then wrote the words "SUV" and "MPV" on the back of his hand.

So there's no way to have any conversations when you're sitting across from someone.

The president was watching, so he immediately asked him for an explanation.

Of these six letters, Wei Dong only knew that the "S" meant "sports".

But later these two categories became so famous that I heard about parking lots too many times.

So now I'll bite the bullet and explain: "Actually, in the Chinese context, we define the Cherokee as an SUV, which is a sport utility vehicle. This type of off-road vehicle is different from the Wrangler..."

Of course, the term SUV was coined with the first-generation Cherokee in 1975, and the one produced in Beijing is the second generation.

The foreigners even applauded, saying, "Yes, yes, we think so too."

The Jeep brand was only acquired by Chrysler two years ago, which in a sense meant that Wei Dong was involved with Jeep before them, so he didn't notice anything wrong.

Only Collins remained quietly bewildered and admiring from the sidelines. He and Jean Weidong were both old-timers at Jeep, and it seemed that only Pete's success gave him a future.

He was the one who started the applause.

The president emphasized explaining the key points of the MPV.

Let Wei Dong continue his rambling: "Small... multi-purpose vehicle. The characteristic of this car is its versatility. Chrysler has definitely opened up a new world. But what I'm telling the president is that it's selling well now because there are no competitors. Once other brands realize this lucrative market, this category will be plunged into a fierce battle, and the current advantage will vanish!"

Actually, Wei Dong had already sensed in Detroit that the president, who was over sixty years old, was too pretentious.

Later, I bought his autobiography in Hong Kong and read it. I guessed that either he was fired by Ford, which made him more arrogant, or he was very successful at Chrysler and became an authority.

People around him were flattering him so much he couldn't bring himself to back down.

Someone glanced at the president several times before pretending to just remember: "GM followed our lead and released the Pontiac concept car two years ago. It was... very stunning. I have a friend who said they might officially launch the production version next year..."

His voice trembled slightly as he spoke: "I heard they put in a lot of effort to create a big spectacle!"

The president's face instantly turned stern and cold!

Xiong Guoming and the others could only sit far away on the periphery, listening to Long Zhenwei and Zou Huimin quietly translate the English, struggling to express themselves in Cantonese and Mandarin.

We admire the husband and wife bosses for their effortless involvement!

(End of this chapter)