175: Chapter 175 Digging a Trap for Chen Zhongxuan

The factory director's office was filled with smoke. The Middle-aged man and Old Yang immediately saw Factory Director Yu sitting behind the desk.

"Factory Director."

Old Zhang asked confusedly, "Why are you alone? Where is President Wang?"

"He left." Factory Director Yu picked up a cup of tea, took a sip, and said very calmly.

"He left?" Old Zhang was a bit anxious. "Factory Director, how could you let President Wang leave?"

The key was... with President Wang gone, how was he supposed to ask about the materials?

Go to him directly? Wouldn't that be a bit too obvious?

"President Wang has his own business to attend to. Do you think he's like you, just knowing how to slack off at work every single day?"

Factory Director Yu glanced at Old Zhang, though his tone didn't carry any blame. He said, "When will you guys ever let me worry less? It's just round steel processing, yet you failed several times and even had to ask President Wang for advice. Isn't that embarrassing?"

The Middle-aged man looked at his colleague beside him in surprise. So that was what happened. Someone who specialized in materials couldn't even process parts according to requirements. This...

No wonder Old Zhang didn't slam the table the moment he walked in this time.

Old Zhang gave an awkward smile, rubbed his nose, and said nothing. He had come to ask for a favor this time, so he couldn't just throw a tantrum.

"Factory Director." The Middle-aged man spoke up. "We came this time because..."

"It's about the Mark I System, right?" Factory Director Yu took another sip of tea. Must say, this President Chen really knew how to enjoy life. This tea had a unique flavor when savored carefully. It seemed he needed to do some homework; next time he met President Chen, he would have to properly appreciate it.

With a quick thought, Factory Director Yu continued, "Don't think I don't know what you're scheming. You saw his stuff and got jealous, started coveting it, right?"

The Middle-aged man chuckled. "Factory Director, don't just talk about us. You don't expect us to believe you aren't coveting it too? With this system, our factory's yield rate would definitely increase by a huge margin."

"All these savings are just money."

"You're the only one who knows that? Do you think we're all fools?" Factory Director Yu put down his teacup and shook his head speechlessly. "Forget it, I won't tease you two anymore."

He casually pushed the two documents on the desk toward them.

"Take a look."

The Middle-aged man was confused, picked up the documents, flipped through them, and immediately became excited.

He raised his head, staring intently at Factory Director Yu. "Factory Director, is this real?"

"Of course it's real." Factory Director Yu nodded. He hadn't expected Wang Shuo to be so generous.

What was in these two documents was the big gift Wang Shuo had left for him.

First, the twenty-five sets of the "Mark I System" would continue to be used in the factory and would be kept synchronized with updates and upgrades. President Wang even promised to send people to handle some of the hardware.

According to Old Yang, this was enough to take the performance of this batch of Machining Centers to the next level.

As for the second thing...

Factory Director Yu turned his gaze to Old Zhang, who was still staring blankly at the document, feeling a slight sense of accomplishment.

This expression, this state, very good, keep it up. Otherwise, it would be so embarrassing if he were the only one showing such an inexperienced expression.

"Are you satisfied?"

Factory Director Yu took a small sip of tea. Although his tone was a question, anyone could hear the thick pride in it.

What is this?

The Middle-aged man looked suspiciously at his colleague beside him who was still in a daze, leaned his head over, and a few words caught his eye, causing his breath to hitch suddenly.

He saw those lines of text:

"Provide technical standards and blueprints for the Seven-axis Machining Center..."

...

At this moment, Wang Shuo was already sitting on the plane returning to Hanzhong City.

He sighed comfortably. Sure enough, for long-distance travel in the future, he should try his best to avoid taking cars. The seven or eight-hour car ride made him feel like his waist was about to break.

Planes are still better... Close your eyes, and you can reach your destination in at most two hours.

There really is a reason why humans tirelessly pursue speed.

It's just... the person beside him really lacked awareness. Can't you see your boss is very tired right now? Plus, you worked overtime all night too, why can't you just sleep peacefully for a while?

Yes, sitting beside him was none other than Lin Junfeng.

After once again shooing Liu Yemei to the seat next to them.

Young man... you've narrowed your own path.

Silently enduring it for a moment, he finally couldn't take it anymore. Wang Shuo opened his eyes and looked helplessly at Lin Junfeng, who kept calling out to him.

"What is it? Speak."

His words were filled with anger; this was the morning grumpiness of a single dog who had just finished working overtime.

"President Wang." Lin Junfeng didn't seem to notice and continued on his own, "Why did you promise the technical data for the Seven-axis Machining Center to Chengdong Machinery Factory?"

According to his understanding, the twenty-five sets of the "Mark I System" that Wang Shuo dropped off were already enough to serve as payment; there was absolutely no need to pay additional compensation.

But Wang Shuo gave it anyway, and what he gave was something like a Seven-axis Machining Center.

Isn't this like throwing gold into mud?

"No reason." Wang Shuo said indifferently. "It's not anything important anyway, so I just gave it."

Uh... not anything important.

Lin Junfeng felt that he had thought of all possibilities, but he never expected that the reason for giving the technology was because the technology wasn't important.

What kind of strange reason is this...

Fine.

For a genius youth who could casually draw up a high-density polyethylene production line, this didn't seem strange, but why did that sentence sound so awkward?

Lin Junfeng was speechless for a moment, looking at Wang Shuo with resentment.

"Of course." Wang Shuo stretched, ignoring Lin Junfeng's gaze, found a comfortable position to settle in, and then lazily said, "Given my relationship with the Chen Group, would they have the nerve to take the stuff and not pay me?"

This...

Lin Junfeng didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

So it wasn't given for free? He was still going to charge for it?

This was indeed an open, honest scheme. After using the Mark I System, these hundreds of employees at Chengdong Machinery Factory would probably all become President Wang's accomplices.

Hundreds of employees.

Just thinking about it made Lin Junfeng's head ache.

Not to mention that what was being asked was something beneficial to their own factory.

If he were President Chen, he wouldn't be able to handle it either and could only agree.

But looking at President Wang's stance, the price probably wouldn't be low.

After going to such great lengths, he wouldn't just ask for a base price, right?

But why would President Wang do this?

Lin Junfeng couldn't figure out the reason for a while. He wanted to ask Liu Yemei, but found that she was engrossed in reading a book she had brought with her.

Turning back, Wang Shuo had already closed his eyes and drifted into dreamland.

He could only sigh and temporarily push this question to the back of his mind.

He didn't see, however, the slight smile that appeared on the corner of Wang Shuo's mouth.

Uncle Chen, oh Uncle Chen, you taught me so much, it's time for me to repay you.

The Seven-axis Machining Center and the Mark I System combined—I don't believe you won't be tempted. If you're really not tempted, there are still the workers at Chengdong Machinery Factory.

Even if the workers aren't tempted and no one forces your hand, that's fine too.

He, Wang Shuo, still had backups.

It's just technology, right? If you pay, you get it!

I don't believe Uncle Chen won't jump into the pit.