Chapter 859: Small talk

Saying goodbye to the old professor of social sciences in Dongcheng District, Ma Qianshan walked out of the alley intersection. He is the senior management of the group, and a driver is waiting for him at the intersection in a special car.
In order to maintain the historical charm of the imperial capital, Dongcheng District and Xicheng District have retained a large number of alleys. These residential buildings are mostly low and dilapidated, looking like shanty towns.
The driver glanced in the rearview mirror, and when Ma Qianshan got on the bus, he asked, "Director, does the moving woman cry like that in the street? She lost her face."
"Face?" Ma Qianshan came from the ministry and was used to listening to others calling ‘director’. He heard the words with joy, and looked back at the Hutong mouth again, "It's not just the face that is lost."
"What else is there except face?" The driver continued, "Even if the house is sold at a low price, there will be hundreds of thousands. Some hundreds of thousands are not enough?"
"Hundreds of thousands is really not enough." Ma Qianshan smiled and shook his head: "The key is that this family has fallen. The good Beijing official position is gone, and the children going abroad are also poor, and there is no way out within three generations.
For you, in the past, people were noble in the past and hugged before and after, but now it's shit, everyone avoids. How does it feel good to hit the ground from the clouds? "
"It's not easy." The driver slapped his tongue as he listened, and said weakly, "We Zhou is really cruel."
"Ruthless?" Ma Qianshan smiled and snorted coldly, and his heart was as hard as steel after years of training in the ministries and committees, "The struggle is like this, and Zhou always feels very angry.
This is the Forty-Nine City, where can the emperor's feet be merciful? It's all over if it is careless. In exchange for me, I have to kill everything, otherwise it is not enough to stand up. "
The driver was only in his early twenties, feeling a chill on his back, and couldn't help shivering. He ran around with'Director Ma' on weekdays, and met many big people. He always felt that the man he was talking to was nice and kind.
Unexpectedly, this one has another side.
Ma Qianshan wasn't trying to scare the young people. He also felt that what he said was too harsh. He changed the subject and asked, "How is this car driving?"
The question is about the car the driver is driving. This is not an imported car or a domestic Santana, but the "Holy Light" itself.
In the 1990s, there were many domestic car companies, and each province had several car manufacturers. However, these companies have backward technology, poor product quality, chaotic management, and a lot of problems. Most of them are dead before they live in the new century.
Based on the concept of waste utilization, Zhou Qingfeng integrated more than a dozen auto factories in several southwestern provinces, and hired a group of engineers from Russia and Japan to transform the enterprise.
At present, the production line has not been updated, but management and quality have been grasped. The product technology is still at the level of the 1970s and cannot be said to be very good. The main reason is to eliminate bad management and keep the technical team.
The driver was an auto soldier who had been retired from the army. He patted the steering wheel and gave a comment, "It's not as good as the Santana, and it's not as good as an imported car. But if it's cheap, it's okay to drive it." "
Santana wants more than two hundred thousand, and demand exceeds supply. The price of the
Shengguang
brand-name car is less than 100,000 yuan, the skin is durable, the accessories are cheap, and the requirements cannot be too high.
Hearing the driver say ‘okay’, Ma Qianshan was relieved. The advantage of "Holy Light" is that it can integrate the industrial chain. Once the integration is completed, progress will be rapid.
Originally, the ministries and commissions thought that the integration of "Holy Light" was quite good, and they wanted to persuade Zhou Qingfeng to work harder to start the automobile industry in 1994. But the president's brain was hot, and his attention shifted to building a university.
"Director, when do you think our domestic cars can be made as good as foreign ones?" When it comes to cars, the driver is also interested.
"I'm not sure about that." Ma Qianshan didn't bring his secretary, and turned his own schedule to let the driver go to the airport. "Zhou always said that he wants to lay a foundation, and I agree. There are indeed many places in China that do not have a basic foundation. prison.
Now we have to pick up a foreigner, who was dug from the Allison Company of the United States, whose specialty is car engines and transmissions. I hope these people can help us solidify our technology. "
The driver didn’t know anything about ‘Allison’, so he asked again,
Will the group dig people everywhere, will it be hated?

Ma Qianshan said hehe about this problem, avoiding the importance and saying: "It is not clear in foreign countries, but it is not a big problem in China. For example, when a group builds a university, it is a domestic assistant and retired professor.
Teaching assistants cannot attend classes, but can only do miscellaneous tasks. Retired professors basically don’t attend classes, so it’s good to be able to use the residual heat. There seems to be resistance at present, but they can all be resolved. "
The car came out of Dongcheng District and arrived at the Capital Airport in an hour. After waiting for another half an hour, a 747 flight from Tokyo landed on the airport runway.
Ma Qianshan took out his credentials and directly contacted the landing passenger plane through the tower, asking the crew to confirm whether there was a ‘Professor Jung’. If so, please let him get off the plane first.
At the moment in the 747's first-class cabin, Jung, who was chubby, was frowning and staring at the porthole. He tried to find a few serious-faced military police standing at the airport with guns, just like the dictatorship described in the Western media.
But the airport is very modern, and no abnormalities can be seen.
The flight attendant also smiled over to confirm Jung's identity, and asked him to get off the plane first.
"Is this a special treatment?"
Jung's body shape is like a big potato. He stood up from the first-class seat with difficulty, took his luggage, and muttered in a low voice: "I hope my decision is correct. At least this preferential treatment is quite likable. ."
Ma Qianshan was waiting in the VIP aisle of the terminal building, when a fat white man of medium stature came out. The age of this guy is estimated to be less than forty, which is regarded as the youngest expert from the United States.
"Hello, Professor Jung, and welcome you. My name is Ma."
"Hello, Mr. Ma."
The chubby Jung looked around, "The situation here is better than I thought."
"Which aspect do you mean?"
"The social atmosphere is different from what you imagined."
Jung shook his head, "Forget it, I don't care about this. I actually came here to solve my obesity problem. I have very serious obesity, and I can't control my appetite, and I don't want to have stomach reduction surgery. I hope......"
Ma Qianshan patiently listened to Professor Jung's nonsense, and by the way looked at the opponent's body shape. This guy is indeed a bit overweight, but he is of medium build and weighs at least two hundred kilograms.
"I have taken the special weight-loss drugs you provided, and the effect has made me very satisfied. I will join you for this matter, may I ask..."
Jung leaned closer and lowered his voice.
"Do you have any better weight-loss drugs? You can lose weight but also improve your ability in that area. Do you understand what I'm talking about? You definitely understand, right?"
Jung blinked his eyes, trying to make Ma Qianshan understand what he meant. Director Ma looked at the figure of the white fat man again, and wondered if his CEO had taken a good look?
Will this guy be an expert in car engines and transmissions? Isn't he here to cheat?