GBP Chapter 70: Share Your Opinions
Chapter 70: Share Your Opinions
Hearing that the machine couldn't be used either, Zhao Yuan sat in his seat watching the others continue translating.
Factory Director Qi was sitting opposite Zhao Yuan, looking at the instruction manual that Zhao Yuan had translated.
After a while, most people finished translating and handed it all over to Director Qi.
"Now that everyone has finished translating, let's check them line by line."
"That's what Director Qi said."
"Okay, let's go through them one by one."
"That's what the technician sitting across from Zhao Yuan said."
Everyone went through the English instruction manual line by line, translating it. But after a few lines, they realized that the final result they settled on was basically the translation by Zhaoyuan. In the end, the technicians on the other side were basically comparing it line by line with Zhaoyuan's translation. So comparing the manuals saved a lot of time, and the discussion, which was planned for a whole day, was completed before 1 p.m.
"The translation went very smoothly today. Thank you all for your hard work. Let's go to the cafeteria for lunch first. After lunch, everyone can rest for a bit. We'll continue our discussion about hosting the US experts tomorrow at 2:30 PM."
Factory Director Qi said happily.
Immediately afterwards, a staff member in a neat uniform walked into the conference room. With a smile on their face and elegant manners, they guided everyone to the cafeteria in soft voices.
At that moment, Qi Yong grabbed Zhao Yuan and pulled him to the back of the line. Qi Yong, beaming with joy, excitedly said:
"Comrade Zhaoyuan, thank you so much! The translation work was completed so quickly today, thanks in no small part to you. No wonder the Central Translation Bureau strongly recommended you, saying that you were indispensable and that they had to invite you."
Hearing this praise, Zhao Yuan smiled modestly and replied:
"Director Qi, you flatter me too much. However, I do have a small suggestion, but I don't know if it's appropriate to say it?"
Qi Yong nodded quickly, indicating that he was willing to listen.
So Zhaoyuan continued, "I think that starting from tomorrow when the American experts arrive, we should invite reporters and professional photographers from our provincial TV station to provide full coverage of the equipment installation process. This way, we can better record every important moment and key step, and it will also help enhance the influence and visibility of our project! What do you think?"
After saying that, Zhao Yuan looked at Qi Yong with expectant eyes, waiting for his response.
"Yes, that's even better. I'll arrange it right away."
After they finished speaking, the two went to the cafeteria.
After dinner, Zhao Yuan went to the guesthouse for a nap. He was thinking about why this outdated production line was so expensive. There must be something wrong with it. In this era of reform and opening up, foreign businessmen were very optimistic about China's blue ocean market. It was common for them to sell inferior goods as superior ones. Zhao Yuan knew this. There must be something wrong with this transaction. But how to find out the problem tomorrow?
Tomorrow, we may still face a predicament where we are choked. How should we deal with it in order to turn the tide and win? Zhao Yuan kept thinking about these problems in his mind, and only then did he take a short nap in a daze.
He only slowly got up when the waiter knocked on the door, tidied himself up slightly, and then went straight to the conference room.
For the entire afternoon, everyone was focused on how to better serve the experts from the United States, without considering how to guard against these experts secretly playing dirty tricks.
They even planned to donate a certain amount of money to American experts so that they could teach the factory's technicians how to handle common minor problems.
Each of the factory's core technicians has a dedicated person to serve them, with several people serving one American expert, which can be described as providing meticulous care.
In fact, this way of thinking among people in this era is understandable. After all, at this time and for a considerable period thereafter, many people blindly admired foreign things while despising their own, treating their fellow countrymen with extreme harshness, and fawning over foreigners to the extreme.
Zhao Yuan remained mostly silent throughout the afternoon, pondering how to deal with the American experts tomorrow. His sixth sense told him that there must be something wrong with the production line, and that the American experts would definitely try something underhanded tomorrow. In fact, these people had tried something underhanded more than once in China, but no one had realized it yet, all thinking that the machines were too advanced and their own technicians couldn't keep up.
Zhao Yuan was so engrossed in his own thoughts that he didn't hear a word of what the others were saying.
Factory Director Qi Yong observed Zhao Yuan's expression for a long time. This young man was a highly recommended candidate by the Central Translation Bureau, who had also informed him of Zhao Yuan's involvement in the development of stealth aircraft in Beijing. Tu Chenglong had also told Factory Director Qi Yong about Zhao Yuan. Therefore, Factory Director Qi Yong was paying close attention to Zhao Yuan this time, and Zhao Yuan's performance that morning made Qi Yong even more concerned.
The discussion was still in full swing in the meeting room. Qi Yong told everyone to continue, then stood up and gestured for Zhao Yuan to come out with him. Zhao Yuan followed Qi Yong out of the meeting room.
After the two left the conference room, Qi Yong led Zhao Yuan to the factory director's office next door.
"Comrade Zhaoyuan, please sit down. I would like to hear your views on tomorrow's reception."
Qi Yong said as he brewed tea.
"Director Qi, have the arrangements for tomorrow's television camera work been properly made?"
Zhao Yuan did not directly answer Director Qi's question, but instead looked away.
Seeing this, Director Qi coughed lightly and said:
"Yes, I have already instructed the office staff to contact and handle this matter."
Hearing this reply, Zhao Yuan felt a surge of anger. Clearly, in Director Qi's eyes, the filming work wasn't of paramount importance, and delegating it to the office was likely just a perfunctory excuse. Thinking this, Zhao Yuan's face darkened, and he said with slight dissatisfaction:
"Director Qi, if we cannot invite professional photographers and reporters from the provincial television station to participate, then I must say that I have reservations about the plan formulated by your company. In that case, please proceed according to your own plan."
At this moment, Zhao Yuan's displeasure was already evident. After all, he had only come to help, and it wouldn't matter if he offended Director Qi. He was more eager to complete the task and return home as soon as possible so as not to delay his family affairs.
Factory Director Qi naturally noticed the dissatisfaction in Zhao Yuan's words and quickly smiled apologetically:
"I'm so sorry, I'll go to my office right away to personally supervise and implement this work." After saying this, Director Qi hurriedly left his office, his steps appearing somewhat rushed. Not long after, Director Qi returned to his office.
“Comrade Zhaoyuan, I have personally called Director Song of the provincial TV station. Director Song has arranged for reporters and cameramen to come to the factory tomorrow morning. Now you can tell me your views.”