Old Wang sighed, his mouth a little sore.

"I regret it so much now. I had known that the calculator was the hen that laid golden eggs, and I would not give you anyone no matter what I said!"

"How good I'll keep it."

"I lost, I lost."

Mr. Wang took out a dot from the cigarette box he put in his pocket with heartache.

When Mr. Qin saw it, he immediately laughed, "Come on, that hen is at your place. At most, he is fattened and eaten meat and lays eggs!"

"You, you have no life!"

"What's so lifeless? Now all the people who are developing are ours. We only have a 'idea', okay?"

Mr. Wang looked like a cat with his tail stepped on.

Old Qin ignored him. This guy was stimulated and it would be fine after a while.

"No wonder, it's hard for people to refuse to take action so generously!"

Yang Xiaotao lit a cigarette and said to Mr. Huang.

Old Huang lit a cigarette with his finger, shook off the ashes, and said with a smile, "When the alliance ordered 10,000 units, they were already shocked enough! But who would have thought that there was something even more shocking."

"But no matter how rich you are, you can't keep it even if you don't have any skills."

"It's like a little kid holding gold on the street, it's dangerous."

Mr. Qin was deeply moved after hearing this, "I'm right. I guess the other party wanted a plane so urgently, but he saw this."

Mr. Wang sneered, "How can a country's important weapon be taught to others lightly?"

"If they can buy it with money, then others will sell it at a higher price?"

"These businessmen are not trustworthy."

Several people nodded in agreement.

From beginning to end, no one said to sell the word.

"But, they really have a lot of money."

Old Wang narrowed his eyes and said with a smile, "Xiao Yang, uncle is good to you..."

......

Shengjing, aircraft manufacturing factory.

In the secretary's office, the factory director Yu Zimo sat on the bench, the cigarettes in his hand flashed, and the smoke came out of his nose and quickly spread out in the room.

In front of the window, Secretary Xing Fenghua looked at the situation of the factory outside the window and the busy workers, and the cigarettes in his hands were also one after another.

The two of them stayed in the house for most of the day and didn't say anything.

Bangbang

The knock on the door interrupted the silence of the two. The factory director had a stiff body under the movement of the factory manager, and then leaned comfortably on the back of the chair without saying a word.

Xing Fenghua in front of the window heard the sound, but pressed half of the cigarette on the windowsill, then turned around and spoke, "Come in."

As the sound fell, the door opened and a hurried figure walked in.

"Secretary, factory director, this is..."

"What kind of decent thing is it to be in a panic!"

Before the other party could finish his words, Xing Fenghua scolded him.

The visitor immediately stood up subconsciously, then he held back his breath and handed the telegram forward.

Xing Fenghua took a deep breath when he saw this, walked up to take the report, then opened his eyes and his arms trembled in an instant.

"Old Yu, look at it."

Xing Fenghua handed the report to Yu Zimo, who took the report without caring about it and then took a look.

Then his eyes fell on Xing Fenghua.

The content of the report is very simple, which is to transfer Xing Fenghua from the aircraft manufacturing plant and the destination has been confirmed, which is the aircraft manufacturing plant in the southwest.

But it’s not the first secretary, but the third secretary.

Obviously, Xing Fenghua was demoted and used.

Seeing that Xing Fenghua's face was not good, Yu Zimo didn't say much, but just waited quietly.

If Xing Fenghua has made arrangements above, he should not be far away.

Wave your hand and let the secretary leave.

Xing Fenghua's face instantly became ugly.

"Old Yu, I can't figure it out, I can't figure it out."

Xing Fenghua's face was ferocious and his body was trembling.

"Why, why do you want to erase my credit in just one sentence, and you have to despise my hard work, why!"

Xing Fenghua suppressed his anger and kept pounding on the table with both fists.

Yu Zimo, who was beside him, was speechless.

But I already have the answer in my mind.

Why?

hehe!

Don't you know?

Jiudu, where is that place?

That is the existence that dares to encourage workers to fight against some people in Sijiu City.

That is the existence of sand that cannot be rubbed in the eyes.

What kind of thing do you do, what kind of rice is to remember the bitterness and sweetness, what kind of meetings are there for three days, one meeting, two days, one meeting, and one meeting. Let’s take a look at what the aircraft designers eat in the workshop and what kind of work are they doing?

I shout slogans all day long and the construction revolution all day long. Do you know what you have made of aircraft production?

If the slogan is ringing again, I can't get on the plane. It's useless. I'm still complaining here. You can do it.

This arrangement is obviously considered by the superiors for you, leaving you with decent attitude.

If the people from the Nine Chapters really come, the scene will probably be bad.

Yu Zimo looked at the sulking Xing Fenghua silently, but was worried about his future.

After all, he is the director of the aircraft manufacturer.
Chapter completed!