Wealth

Jiang Lue hasn't heard back for the time being. But Fan Wubing could no longer sit still. So he was busy calling Tian Zhenglun of Panshi Heavy Industry. I intend to let him know about the old engineers in the factory who are more familiar with the Russians. I was in contact with the Soviets for a long time. Or a group of veteran engineers who have gone to the Soviet Union to study.

Tian Zhenglun was a little surprised after receiving the call from Fan Wuyi. I don't know why Mr. Fan suddenly found himself. Now is not the time to report. Nothing unusual happened. How can President Fan be such a big man who manages every day. Suddenly think of yourself again?

"Mr. Fan. Do you want to listen to the daily management report of the factory?" Tian Zhenglun tried to ask.

"What do I care about that!" Fan Wubing smiled. "Those things are all you should be concerned about. Annual income and budgets. Isn't there a special person to audit it. You can handle production matters. If there are any major initiatives, just report to me in advance."

"Then you are looking for me today?" Tian Zhenglun asked.

Fan Wubing said to Tian Zhenglun. "How old are the old engineers in our factory? They have dealt with the Soviets. The Russian conversation is good. The kind of people who know more about precision machine tool production?"

"There are many old engineers who know precision machine tool technology. There are also many people who have dealt with the Soviets. But for so many years, they have not dealt with the Soviets. I am afraid that the Russian conversation is much worse. However, our factory has specialized Russian. Translation." Tian Zhenglun explained to Fan Wubing. Immediately asked with some doubts. "Mr. Fan, you suddenly asked what this is doing? Now the equipment in our factory. It's not American. It's German. The Soviets use less!"

In fact, since the Sino-Soviet exchanges in the 1960s. Soviet equipment is not used much in China. It's the old Pingyuan factory for torpedoes. However, I have obtained many technical data that Russia has eliminated for my own research. Therefore, the Russian translation in the factory is quite good. There are about six or seven people. All young people. Go to a specialized foreign language university.

"Yeah. That's pretty good." Fan Wubing nodded. Quite satisfied. The main thing is to understand precision machine tools. As for Russian almost. Isn't this professionally translated? So he said to Tian Zhenglun. "Mr. Tian! This time you do a good job of organizing. Mobilize all the old engineers in the factory who know precision machine tool technology. They are retired. As long as they have a clear mind, they have dealt with Russians before. Also make a list of those who can bluff two sentences in Russian. I have a great use!"

Tian Zhenglun felt a little surprised at once. I don't know why Fan Wubing was looking for these people? So he asked. "Mr. Fan. Many people are retired. You asked me to call them all together. There must be something to say, right?"

Fan Wubing laughed loudly. "Well. I personally pay them to travel around Russia. There are also good gifts. What do you think of this reason?"

Tian Zhenglun didn't understand what Fan Wubing meant. I thought he was okay with hysteria. Then asked cautiously. "This will cost a lot of money, right? How many people do you plan to invite, Mr. Fan?"

"Are there more than one hundred people?" Fan Wubing asked tentatively.

to be honest. His understanding of the Old Plains Factory or the present Dipanshi Heavy Industry. It's far worse than his old son Fan Heng. If Fan Hyung was here. Many old engineers can be called by their names. Expertise is all understanding. He can't do it. I have been to the factory three or five times in total. Every time it caused a lot of trouble.

Tian Zhenglun also stayed in the Pingyuan factory for quite a while. Do the math at this time. I know it in my heart. He said to Fan Wuyao. "There are also two to three hundred people. But some legs and feet are inconvenient. Some of them are not good. Probably there are about two hundred people who are healthy."

Fan Wubing was overjoyed. The foundation of old state-owned enterprises is still very solid. So he explained to Tian Zhenglun. "These old comrades. They have contributed to the country for many years. This time I just paid for them to go abroad. Now I go to Russia. The weather is right. You ask the doctors from the city hospital to go over to everyone. Check your body. No problem. Just register your name. After about a week, we can go on the road."

"Don't you have to spend any money?" Tian Zhenglun said heartily that he still asked the matter clearly. Save yourself being scolded.

Fan Wubing was also happy. Just said carelessly. "Food, shelter and transportation. Food, drink and sleep. I have covered this! Everyone still has funds for activities. You can buy some souvenirs back. If they still have energy, call the lady. I recognize the money too!"

Tian Zhenglun listened to Fan Wubing's words. Just rest assured. But the last sentence still made him choke. Said with a wry smile. "Mr. Fan, what you said is really - I guess they don't have that body either --" But he added. "Most of these old comrades are party members. Don't take them into the ditch. They are not the same as the current cadres. They are all righteous. I don't like that tone of voice."

"Understood!" Fan Wubing replied with a smile. "Veteran cadre activity center!"

Tian Zhenglun obviously knew the joke about the veteran cadre activity center. Could not help but smile. hang up the phone. Turning back to work on the new task assigned to him by Fan Wuyi. But time is so tight. Still have to hurry up.

"What are you doing? Why are you laughing so fucking?"

Fan Wubing heard the voice. Look back. But now it is Ren Xiaorou and they have already strolled here. So he stood up. Said solemnly. "There was a robot contest over there just now. It's funny. Didn't you catch up?"

Ren Xiaorou heard that there was such a new thing. Naturally I want to take a look. He asked. "Where? How come we haven't found it?"

Fan Wubing looked at the place where the college students were playing just now. Now the group of people has gone. There is still a trace left on the field. There are some small accessories such as cables that have been temporarily replaced. It seems that I have been sitting here for a long time just now!

The botanical garden is very big. Hundreds of students in the department. Divided into six classes. Each play its own. The students in Class 3 of China World Trade Center are under the leadership of Ren Xiaorou. We arrived at the most lively farmhouse scenic spot in the park. There is a small stall selling food here. Something like sticking a crab. What kind of local chicken roast ribs and so on. There are also a lot of drinks.

Fan Wubing glanced at the forty people in his class. It just so happens to join a few tables for fun. So they discussed with Ren Xiaorou. Gather everyone together. Said to everyone. "Dear classmates! As the saying goes, relying on your parents at home. Going out depends on friends. I am fortunate to be in Class 3 of China World Trade Center. Become classmates with you. It is also a great fate. Today is the opportunity to go out. I would like to ask everyone to eat some game. Have a little wine. It's a courtesy to everyone!" Then he waved his hand. "Today's food and drink are counted as mine. Everyone, eat and drink, and have fun!"

Everyone heard that Fan Wuyi was such a high-profile guest. Immediately loudly applauded. Who won't eat for nothing? You are an idiot if you don't eat it!

"But--" the next moment. Fan Wuyi's fox tail was exposed. This guy glanced at Ren Xiaorou who was discussing the menu with the owner of the small restaurant. Whispered to everyone. "Little brother's grades are not very good. During the exam. If you get close to that great god. Don't cover the paper too badly! Please do this!"

Everyone burst into laughter. There is no fierce competition at this time. Naturally, no one took Fan Wubing's words to heart. Just as a joke. Everyone thought. Can be admitted to Fudan University. Still afraid of exams?

"What are you so happy about?" Ren Xiaorou came over. Asked curiously.

"I am in a good mood. Naturally I want to laugh. As the so-called laugh. I have been less than ten years. Worry and worry. I have turned my head." Fan Wuyao said perfunctorily. Then asked. "Have you ordered the food?"

"Yeah. It's set. Pay the money! I don't have any money with me." Ren Xiaorou immediately stretched out her palm to ask Fan Wuyi for money. Anyway, he knew that Fan Wuyi was rich. This pause. Probably it will cost a few thousand dollars. I have had my salary for more than two months.

The RMB on Fan Wubing's body is really not too much. So he asked. "I don't know if they can accept U.S. bills?"

Ren Xiaorou frowned. Haven't answered yet. The shopkeeper over there heard it. He ran over and replied with a smile. "A beautiful knife is better. I'll give you a 20% discount!"

Fan Wubing curled his lips and said. "Your boss is really good at business. Only a 20% discount! The black market price difference alone is more than that!"

"Small business. I have to pay taxes. It's not easy! How about two beautiful knives?" the shopkeeper replied sadly.

Fan Wubing smiled and drew two hundred yuan bills with Franklin's head and gave them to the shopkeeper~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and said. "Get the food faster. These young boys and girls are already grunting with hunger!" "It will be ready soon!" The shopkeeper who received the money ran back to get the food with a smile.

The food was delivered quickly. The crowd rushed up. Also brought two barrels of draft beer. I took the swig in a large glass cup. Sure enough, very happy. Ren Xiaorou saw the firepower of the students. It's also a bit touched. Can't help drinking half a glass of draft beer. The red face is very attractive.

Fan Wubing looked at Ren Xiaorou. I think an ancient person was right. Wine is a match for color. Beauty. Be sure to drink some wine. In order to play the beauty to the extreme. I believe that few people of the opposite **** can be controlled under this stimulus.

Of course. Under the public. It must not be messed up. This kind of thing needs to pay attention to the sentiment.

But Fan Wubing hadn't had a drink yet. Jiang Lue called back. It is said that the high-level leaders have already contacted. Let him fly to Beijing as soon as possible.

"Your movements are really fast!" Fan Wuyao, who was half-dizzy after drinking, couldn't help but sigh with emotion. (To be continued. If you want to know what's going on. Please go to 6.m. More chapters. Support for writing. Support for genuine reading!)