Chapter 92: Slap Boeing's face (1)
For Shanghai citizens, this investment fair is the only good thing they have encountered this year that they are happy and proud of.
On the ground in China, with Chinese people as the mainstay, a conference is held where foreigners from all over the world can bring their most proud products to participate in the competition. Although it is just a new large enterprise preparing for its own needs, most of the shareholders are still foreigners.
But anyone who knows the situation knows that there are countless opportunities here that are actually prepared for the Chinese.
Regardless of whether they work in major factories, work in foreign trade companies, or work in government agencies, they all know that all the famous factories in Shanghai, as long as they were not blown up by the Japanese devils, are basically involved this time.
Not to mention others, there is only one Jiangnan Shipyard and a newly established offshore engineering institute. The products produced by these two companies are involved in all aspects of Shanghai's industry. The quantity is not large, but the coverage is wide. It is simply a general mobilization of the entire Chinese industrial community in Shanghai.
Over the past month, many newspapers have published endless articles about this matter. Countless citizens and outsiders have been wandering outside Yangshupu Pier, one is looking for job opportunities, and the other is taking a first look at what is new. Although most of the time
They were all stopped by the police and patrolmen. From a distance, the giant tower cranes and cranes rising from the ground could already be imagined, what kind of grand and spectacular ceremony was taking place.
Most of the well-known manufacturers from all over the world are here. The major hotels in the Shanghai Concession are almost full. The dock warehouses originally affected by the war are more tense and full than ever before.
Big thanks to Big Boss Zhu Bin for bringing all this.
Shanghai, which was devastated and scarred by the war, returned to liveliness and prosperity in just a few months. If you don't look at the ruins of Zhabei, you can't imagine that it looked like it had just experienced the baptism of war.
"Everyone in Shanghai wants to thank you, and I want to thank you too!"
In the pier venue, Su Huixin, a young reporter from "Shanghai News", widened her black and white eyes. While marveling at the sight of how many thousands of people crowded the entire riverside around her, she did not forget to praise the smiling faces of the people in suits and ties next to her.
Two sentences about the human Zhu Bin.
As the major shareholder and the person in charge of the whole thing, Zhu Bin stood at the entrance of the second floor of the temporary huge steel structure venue, welcoming exhibitors from all directions. In less than half an hour, his cheeks almost cramped from laughing.
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But this time, he was not pretending to be tired, he was sincerely happy. Look at the exhibits displayed inside and the list of exhibitors. The influence of this conference has been unprecedented. I don’t know how many business opportunities it will create!
Not only will "Global Express Logistics" become an instant success, but the key is that it will have an important window to show its strength to the world and gain cooperation!
However, in the past few days when the preparations were coming to an end, Su Huixin, a young beauty who had returned from training in the United States, came to visit again. She had not seen her for several months. She seemed calm and capable. She must have broadened her horizons and sharpened her will during that time in the United States.
Then he got a part-time job in the Oriental Current Affairs section of the New York Times, and his whole spirit changed, which surprised Zhu Bin.
This time, Miss Su, who was much more generous and calm, no longer had the initial embarrassment and panic. She wore uniform and trousers all day long, carrying a camera on her back, and followed Zhu Bin for interviews and photos. Her business-like manner gave him a headache, but she kept her sense of proportion.
Very well handled.
Just like now, she stood aside naturally, capturing important scenes, and her casual words did not seem abrupt at all.
Zhu Bin glanced at her in his busy schedule, and saw the pink and green little reporter playfully blinking her long eyelashes, revealing a hint of playfulness, and her charming and naive attitude made people's hearts beat. He couldn't help but feel a trace of heat running through his chest, and asked:
"Why do you want to thank me?"
Su Huixin's straight nose wrinkled up with two lovely lines, and she clasped her fingers in a serious manner and said: "Look, since I was responsible for your reporting, I quickly got a column in the "Shanghai News", and now I write a column in the "New York Times"
》Newsletters are even more popular than Teacher Hull's. The fee for each issue makes all my classmates and colleagues jealous. If you hadn't been so busy all day long, I would have wanted to treat you to a meal to express my gratitude.
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"So I'm of such great use!" Zhu Bin grinned exaggeratedly and said with a smile, "In this case, you just treat me to a meal and then send me away, isn't it a bit stingy?"
"Then what are you thinking about? I'm a girl. She takes the initiative to invite you to dinner. Shouldn't you be flattered? Don't you have other ideas?" Su Huixin was really generous and fierce. She glared at him with a hint of anger.
Fierce smell.
Zhu Bin shrugged, spread his hands and said: "How dare I! Nowadays, you, Miss Su, are the number one flower in Shanghai's press. I don't know how many people are watching me eagerly! You have interviewed me all day long, and there have been many
People want to smash the back window of my house at night."
"Humph, exaggeration." Su Huixin complimented him tactfully, causing two dimples to appear on her cheeks. She tilted her head arrogantly at the corners of her mouth, rolled her eyes, and asked gossipingly, "By the way, many people think so of you."
Miss Jones, a beautiful blonde assistant, is very interested, could you tell me your true relationship?"
The corner of Zhu Bin's mouth twitched, his forehead jumped, he glanced at her with a strange look, and muttered in his heart: "This little girl has changed so fast! She has quickly become a tabloid paparazzi after not seeing each other for a few months.
Yes, this kind of question is asked so naturally, it’s really..."
He coughed twice, rubbed his nose and said: "This question... shouldn't ask if it involves personal privacy, right? Look, there are guests again, and I have to be busy. Haha, let's talk about this some other time, okay?"
After making a haha, she walked away and met the red-faced Wang Zhu and his entourage, shaking hands and greeting her warmly. Su Huixin stamped her foot angrily, bit her lip and muttered bitterly: "You cunning guy, I don't believe I can't dig out your secrets."
Here’s the bottom line!” At the same time, he was slightly surprised by his own boldness. He thought about it for a moment, then quickly shook his head to straighten his mind and get into work.
"Brother Yu Peng, is everything ready?" Zhu Bin enthusiastically took Wang Assistant's hand and asked with concern after greeting everyone.
Wang Zhu waved his hand vigorously: "Everything is ready! The two modified water patrol trainer aircraft are all in place, and the new carrier-based aircraft has been tested and its performance is completely in line with your design."
"That's good!" Zhu Bin felt relieved and asked if he could give Boeing a slap in the face this time. Their preparation was the key and they couldn't make any mistakes. He asked again, "How is the test pilot I found for you? I'm satisfied with it."
What?"
Wang Assistant nodded vigorously: "More than satisfied! That little guy named Gonglang is as courageous as you, and his skills are almost unprecedented in our lives! He is a genius who is born to eat a bowl of flying! Thanks to him, he can fly so quickly
Set it down."
"That's great! He is my future aviation leader." The little brother was praised, and Zhu Bin's face also glowed.
Leading Wang Zhu into the large and spacious exhibition hall, Wang Zhu glanced at Su Huixin who was paying attention here, raised his eyebrows and asked with a smile: "Let me tell you, Hanchen, how far have you and the Miss Su family progressed? How can we leave people alone?"
Zhu Bin grinned and said angrily: "Brother Yu Peng, you, as an uncle, should not get involved in the affairs of our young people, right?"
Wang Assistant glared and said angrily: "How do I look like an uncle? I am only in my thirties and in my prime. Is he as old as you said?"
"Forty years old!" Zhu Bin spoke harshly and revealed his details mercilessly. The two guys who were more than ten years old started to tease each other, causing Wang Xiaofeng and others nearby to burst into laughter. From time to time, they turned to look at Su Huixin and looked at her. The little beauty looked at it inexplicably and blushed for a while.
Talking and laughing, Zhu Bin entered the venue. He pointed at a group of Americans who were talking in a small circle and said: "Boeing's old William personally led the team here. It seems that he is determined to win. Would your brother go and say hello first?"
"Go, why don't you go?!" Wang Zhu's face darkened, a coldness flashed in his eyes, he said in a deep voice, and walked over in a long stride.
Zhu Bin grinned silently, followed closely behind, and when he got close, he shouted in an exaggerated tone: "Ah! Dear Robert, I finally see you again, how are you?"
A young man turned around in surprise when he heard the sound. It was Robert Short, whom he had not seen for several months. At this moment, he was wearing a valuable handmade suit, with a handsome face at the age of twenty-seven. , the meticulous hairstyle makes you look elegant, chic and outstanding.
Seeing Zhu Bin walking over with his arms wide open, he hesitated slightly awkwardly, stepped forward and hugged each other vigorously, patted each other's backs hard, and then held hands and spoke.
Zhu Bin looked him up and down, nodded and praised: "It looks like you are doing well. Have you been promoted?"
Xiao nodded, glanced at the gray-haired old man next to him, and said: "Yes. I also want to thank you for your help, which allowed me to successfully obtain the order from the Chinese Air Force. But for your cooperation with the company, I'm very sorry."
After helping the Chinese Air Force beat Japan and shoot down four fighter planes, Short received a medal for his outstanding achievements. After strong protests from Japan, he had to return home with honor and received an order for 12 Boeing 218 fighter planes promised by Zhu Bin, a total of The performance of US$300,000 allowed him to gain a firm foothold immediately. The many improvement ideas and patented technologies he brought back to the company were even more valued, and he was immediately promoted.
Unexpectedly, after Zhu Bin arrived in the United States, he excitedly introduced cooperation, but the company's bluntness and arrogance screwed up the situation, for which he felt very guilty.
Zhu Bin shrugged nonchalantly: "That's not your responsibility. After all, you are just a sales manager responsible for the Chinese market. You have no right to decide such big things. However, I am very happy that you can come to the bidding meeting. When we are done, we Want a nice drink?"
"No problem." Short is a straightforward person who is not good at hypocrisy. He nodded and agreed, and then prepared to introduce the colleagues and superiors next to him.
At this moment, Wang Zhu was standing face to face with the half-elderly old man, showing a faint smile to him. Wang Zhu said: "Mr. Boeing, it's been a long time no see! Do you still remember me?"
William Edward Boeing looked at him doubtfully, and after more than ten seconds he suddenly remembered and exclaimed in surprise: "Oh! God! I didn't expect to see you again. Hello, dear King!"
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We haven't seen each other for fifteen years. In the past, Twenty Lang was a talented engineer who was just starting out. Now he not only has a bulging belly, his hair is much thinner, and his face has wrinkles. If it weren't for the deep impression, William almost didn't recognize him.
This man of merit has single-handedly supported Boeing.
Wang Zhu twitched his cheeks with difficulty, hugged him politely with stiff limbs, and then pulled away from him, looking at his old boss who was full of energy but had gray temples. He couldn't express what he felt in his heart.
Speaking of.
However, Mr. Boeing seemed to have no psychological barriers at all. He was completely enthusiastic about meeting an old friend after a long absence. He smiled happily and said: "It's great to see you here! Dear Wang, you are also here to participate in this event."
Is it from the tender meeting? Well, which company does it represent? "
In his impression and from the news he had heard over the years, this highly skilled former partner could not do anything else except aircraft-related work. Being here this time was definitely not as simple as watching the fun.
"Curtis China United Aircraft Company." Wang Zhu said slowly, word by word.
William Boeing's face suddenly darkened, he stared at Assistant Wang and asked in a tone of disbelief: "You mean, Curtis?!"
Chapter completed!