Chapter 856 Collision

The purpose of capital is to make profits.

It is willing to come, but it only means that you make it profitable.

Dustin, this yellow-skinned Chinese American, doesn't know much about the etiquette at the Chinese wine table, but fortunately someone should have raised some advice and finally managed to cope.

However, what the other party said was not very nice.

I don’t know if it was deliberate or because of the “consistent straightforwardness” of Westerners.

"According to our previous investigation, Dingxin's machinery manufacturing company can only be considered to be at a medium-to-high level in China, and its main manufacturing scope is still in engineering machinery and related industries."

"While the lack of technical content of real high-end manufacturing is exactly a problem that our team can solve. Without the help of our team, it will be very difficult for Dingxin Group's manufacturing industry to make breakthroughs."

“Actually, many examples can illustrate this point.

Including your high-speed rail in China, we have also introduced a lot of advanced technologies from other countries..."

Dustin said, and the following words were a little harsh.

It is better to say that it is too biased and has strong subjective conjectures.

Everyone here, except for Lu Tao always keeping smiling, the senior executives' faces looked very ugly.

Dustin's words do not name a name, but every sentence is sarcastic.

It was almost pointing at their noses and saying, "A country as big as yours, from top to bottom, is all thieves, imitators, and treacherous businessmen."

In the end, he revealed his ultimate goal, using this derogatory method to gain psychological advantages and dominate the cooperation.

This trick is not new, but Dustin's approach is somewhat despicable.

Cooperation is first and foremost equality between both parties.

You can point out the problem directly and tell the truth, but there is no need to add subjective malicious judgments.

But Dustin looked like he was giving alms, who did he show him?

However, everyone had no courage to refute him.

After all, Lu Tao was still smiling.

What does this mean?

If you give rituals, you will definitely ask for something.

Lu Tao wanted to regain the leader of Dingxin's machinery manufacturing industry, and he was very eager for foreign technology.

In other words, this is also a way to satisfy shareholders.

Introduce advanced technology, increase the added value of product technology, create higher profits, and get significant returns in stocks.

With these actions, his position as chairman will become more and more stable.

In time, he may not be able to become the real master of Dingxin.

For him, on that day, he was equivalent to completing a real leap.

From an independent director with some money to becoming a real listed company.

Power is poison to men.

I can't stop, but I would rather die than let go.

Dustin, in his thirties, had a smile on his lips and contempt in his eyes.

His grandfathers came to the United States, and then they became "converted fanaticism."

In his generation, he was white from the inside out.

And his thinking is still stuck in the old era.

The scene was a little awkward for a moment.

All the executives felt bad.

A considerable number of them are old employees who worked with Guan Fengyao. They may not have shares, but Dingxin has reached this point today

Dustin has connections and skills, can get technology, and has money in his hands, can do listing operations.

Lu Tao even imagined that if he had a happy cooperation with Dustin, a certain Dingxin industry might be split and listed in the United States in the future.

Dow Jones, Nasdaq, wonderful!

So wonderful!

"What you said is that our country needs to continue to work hard, and Dingxin needs to continue to work hard."

Lu Tao's face was as usual and his smile was bright.

All the executives felt bad.

I thought Lu Tao was an idea-worthy person, but when I saw this, I was a little disappointed.

If Mr. Guan is here, let alone anything else, Dustin dares to belittle him in person, and Mr. Guan can throw wine on his face.

"Wang Hui, come and go over and toast with everyone."

Wang Hui was pricking up his ears and listening to the chat at the main table. Dustin was already depressed and could not get out of evil. He was also pulled up by the current director of the general office and walked towards the main table.

While walking, the director of the general office shouted: "Chairman, how many of us can drink one with our guests?"

The director of the general office has been studying in the United States and has been familiar with Dustin and others.

During the entire banquet, he kept shuttled and fulfilled his duties, and also served all American guests comfortably.

The executives who were on the same table as Wang Hui were a little uncomfortable.

I was so badly criticized by someone, and I had to go over to toast with a shy face.

"Fuck, I can't drink this wine!"

An executive suddenly poured the wine in his hand on the ground and complained loudly.

Everyone took a breath.

I'm going, there's really someone who dares to take it.

Lu Tao's face darkened: "Mr. Zhou, are you feeling uncomfortable?"

The man named Zhou, forty-five and sixteen, is in his prime, and is an old employee who has followed Guan Fengyao for many years. He is mainly responsible for the management of the group's internal clean yamen, such as logistics, canteen, etc.

It's a bit a bit like that.

But it is definitely the lowest in the vice president ranking.

"Old Zhou, please apologize quickly."

There are other managers around you who say a message.

"What apologize?"

Lao Zhou gritted his teeth, "These foreigners just pointed at their noses and called us thieves. He also apologized for them if they wanted to apologize!"

"Mr. Zhou, if you drink too much, go home and rest first."

Guan Min said with a tense face.

"How Dingxin has come to this day depends on our own step by step. You need technology and money, so you can.

But can our knees not be so soft?”

Mr. Zhou said angrily.

"Director Li, send Mr. Zhou home."

Guan Min urged again.

"etc!"

Dustin smiled and stopped Guan Min.

"Mr. Zhou, it seems that you have a strong hostility towards me. Where does this hostility come from?"

Dustin spread his hands, his face full of confusion.

"Stop pretending to be garlic, pointing at the monk and scolding the bald donkey, is it interesting?"

Anyway, this has come to this point, and President Zhou has let go. "When we come to discuss cooperation, we must discuss cooperation seriously. Don't talk about useless things. What's wrong with the United States?

More noble than China?

Are Americans awesome than Chinese?”

Dustin smiled faintly: "I think you misunderstood me. I just pointed out the differences between your country and our America. If you don't even admit these basic differences, I'm sorry."

Dustin shrugged as he said.

"I... why don't I admit it?"

Mr. Zhou raised his eyebrows.

"Then you admit it, why are you still angry?
To be continued...