"This car is really broken, it must be imported from the former Soviet Union. The chassis should still be Fiat's technology in the 1960s."
After leaving the airport, Professor Jung struggled to squeeze his body into Ma Qianshan's new car. He occupies the entire back seat alone, full of stuff.
"Shengguang" built a car, but Zhou Qingfeng did not promote it at the grassroots level of the group. But he ordered that all the senior executives of the group travel in their own cars-if the cars are not built well, all the senior executives will suffer together.
Jung started complaining as soon as he got into the car. The opening is that the chassis is not good, and then...
"Is there air conditioning? As expected, there is none."
"The interior fittings are so bad that the assemblers and quality inspectors should be fired."
"It's still a manual transmission, right? Then the gearbox must be bad."
"Such a bad car, ABS will certainly not have. I really take my life in this car."
Ma Qianshan and the driver looked at each other in the front seat. Neither of them expected Professor Jung to be so direct. The car they were riding in had only been out of the factory for a month, and in the eyes of the other party, it was time to throw it into the garbage dump.
Even on the way to the headquarters, Jung kept sending out inquiries.
"What kind of job do you plan to hire me for? First of all, state that I have requirements for the working environment."
"I need several assistants and a separate laboratory. The vehicle laboratory is very expensive. Do you have any idea about this?"
"Can I know who my colleagues have? Oh, forget, I asked a stupid question. You don't have many people in automobile manufacturing in your country."
Jung whispered so and was sent to the'Holy Light' headquarters outside the Third Ring Road. Ma Qianshan smiled and talked to him in English all the way, which was considered a lot of face.
Originally, he should have arranged a place for Jung, but he hurriedly asked to see Zhou Qingfeng, yelling to exchange his promise first.
"Zhou Zong is meeting guests and is temporarily unavailable." The front desk of the president's room smiled and refused Jung's request, or asked him to go to the hotel arranged by the group to stay first.
But Jung still refused. He stayed in the reception area outside the president, wiping the sweat from his forehead, drinking black tea with milk and sugar, and waiting for Zhou Qingfeng to make time.
Jung was exhausted from the journey and fell asleep after sitting on the sofa in the reception area. This sleep lasted three or four hours. When he woke up, he just heard the intensive footsteps, opened his eyes and yelled: "Professor Phillips."
A group of people were coming out of the president's room. Among them, an old white man turned his head when he heard the shout, his face was surprised. But he didn't speak, and left with the flow of people.
But Jung continued to shout, "Dr. Nakajima, are you here?"
An old man with an Asian face in the crowd was called out, and immediately stopped for a few seconds uneasily, nodded and left without speaking.
For a team of a dozen people, Jung named three or four people. Every time he yelled, the group of people speeded up a little bit, fleeing, as if they were afraid of being entangled.
When the group of people went all clean, the lady at the front desk came to invite Jung and said that the president would be free.
"Thank God, it's finally my turn." Jung dragged his suitcase and followed the young lady into the president's office.
Zhou Qingfeng was inside, and pointed at the sofa casually, "Mr. Jung, this is the third time we have met. Your condition does not seem to be very good."
"Yes, it sucks. The doctor said that my heart, kidneys, and liver are all overworked." Jung stretched out his hand as soon as he sat down, "Thank you, give me the promised medicine first, otherwise I'm worried that I won't live tomorrow. ."
"You should control your diet."
"Don't let me eat my favorite food, I would rather live than tomorrow."
Zhou Qingfeng pressed the call button on the desk and asked the secretary to call Irene to come over and bring the No. 7 potion. Not long after, Irene appeared holding a tray, followed by two assistants, carrying a bottle holder and medical supplies.
The body of the red dragon Alatis was decomposed, and the No. 7 potion was extracted from its flesh and bones and needed injection. Its effect on reversing aging is not as good as dragon's blood medicine, but it has a strong effect on a strong physique.
Incidentally, it can also effectively lose weight.
The hanging bottle was set up, and watching the liquid medicine enter his body, Jung seemed to receive some kind of psychological cue, and his anxiety and tension gradually disappeared. He breathed a sigh of relief and slowly whispered: "Can I lose 50 kilograms in half a year?"
"If you have made an outstanding contribution to the group, it will be no problem to lose one hundred kilograms." Zhou Qingfeng also handed Jung a glass of water to make his mental state better.
"I just saw many acquaintances leave your office."
"Do you know them?"
"I often participate in international vehicle technology seminars, and everyone in the circle basically knows them. Phillips is General Dynamics for gas turbines, and Dr. Nakajima is for the Mitsui Consortium to make alloy materials. The others should also be related to automobiles."
"Just know it. I'm running a university, including a vehicle engineering college. There are more than a dozen departments and dozens of majors in the college. The currently recruited staff have barely set up the shelf. Those will be your colleagues. ."
"You don't want me to go to a vehicle factory to develop a transmission?"
"I changed my mind. It doesn't make much difference to let you go to the production line. You have to be a professor at Zhenger Bajing. I will arrange several graduate students to be teaching assistants for you. By the way, a dozen undergraduates will complete the two with you Year-long master's studies.
In addition, you have to preside over several research and development projects, mainly in hydraulics and hydraulics. I hope you will pass on the skills you have mastered in Allison to others. "
Jung breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that he was in his own line. He slept and drank the holy water, coupled with the magic potion gradually taking effect, at this moment his thinking was clear and full of energy.
"Is the newly built university in the imperial capital?"
"No, in Tianyang, a small city."
"Oh, it's okay. Many universities I know are in small cities. I like the tranquility of small cities. But if I have some physical needs, after all, I'm still young..."
"You can pay for it yourself, and the group will help you transport it from Hong Kong. Or you can fly to Kiev, Ukraine, where there is a base of the group, where you can play.
In addition, there will be a safer entertainment venue in Mandalay, Myanmar, but it will not open until a year later, I believe you will like it. In short, as long as you spend money, your life will not be too boring. "
"That sounds good." Jung geared his hands in excitement. "I can't wait to start working. I want to lose weight, I want to get rid of this fat, I want to enjoy life, and I want to be a superman."
High morale is a good thing.
After the bottle was dripped for an hour, Jung grabbed the bottle holder and walked out of the president's room. He stayed in the hotel arranged by the group, opened the suitcase and took out a compact disc bag. Confirming that the discs in it are still there, he even smiled and was very happy.
"Thank God, my happy life is about to begin."