Chapter 799: Wen Zhixia is shocked, Brother Jiang makes a move_3 Chapter 799: Wen Zhixia is shocked, Brother Jiang makes a move_3 Wen Zhixia had consistently instructed the marketing departnt to promote the Wen Family hair dryers through soft advertising. Last week, sales volu was the highest among the groups, and this month they were supposed to sign a full endorsent deal with Lu Su, but the contract wasn’t signed yet when Wen Zhiwei poached him with a double salary offer.
Wen Zhiwei discussed the project book eloquently.
Below, Manager Zhang and several others looked at Wen Zhiwei’s group, filled with anger.
After the eting ended, Second Uncle Wen stood up with his notebook in hand and looked at Wen Zhixia, “Your project proposal this month is not up to standard.”
Not far away.
The people in Wen Zhiwei’s group, upon hearing Second Uncle Wen’s voice, looked down and a mocking smile curled at the corners of their mouth.
After exiting the office doors, Manager Zhang and the others finally spoke indignantly, “We offered Lu Su a market rate. Wen Zhixia’s team doubled the figure last minute before the contract signing, obviously targeting us. This Lu Su… he must have known them before.”
It wasn’t hard to imagine, by throwing in their lot with another manufacturer at the last minute, Lu Su was clearly in cahoots with them.
“They may double the pay, but it’ll take ti for them to break even,” Wen Zhixia spoke calmly, “Have the person in charge of public relations co see .”
She took out her phone, about to make a call.
Then she saw a ssage on WeChat—it was from Bai Lian—
[Send one of the manufacturing diagrams for your hair dryer.]
What did she want the structural diagram for?
It’s not like the hair dryer was top secret information, so Wen Zhixia sent soone to get the manufacturing diagram.
Behind her, Manager Zhang returned to his desk, about to pick up the phone to call Song Xueni’s agent when his phone rang, and he reached out to answer it.
The voice that ca from the other end of the receiver was very polite: “Hello, This is Wang Xin. I saw that you had sent an email to our company yesterday…”
Manager Zhang, after hanging up the phone, looked up in a daze.
He ended the call with a series of “mm-hmms” and “ahhs,” and the two sides agreed on a ti to et.
A dial tone ca through the earpiece.
Three minutes later, Manager Zhang finally snapped back to reality and looked at Wen Zhixia, “Miss… Miss Wen…”
Manager Zhang swallowed hard.
The staff of the project team handed over the manufacturing diagram to Wen Zhixia, who photographed it and sent it to Bai Lian, then looked up, “Go ahead.”
Yan Lu’s agent, Sister Xin, has arranged to et with us this afternoon at two o’clock,” Manager Zhang started, “She wants to discuss an endorsent deal with us!”
**
Elsewhere.
After signing his na, Lai Chen extended his hand to the man across from him, “Lu Su, a pleasure to do business with you.”
Lu Su also set down his pen and shook hands with him, smiling.
The two were high school classmates, and it wasn’t until a New Year’s gathering that Lai Chen found out Wen Zhixia had approached Lu Su. He then told Lu Su to delay the signing, aiming to deliver a decisive blow to Wen Zhixia at the last mont.
“Lu brother,” after Lai Chen left with the contract, his agent spoke up, “Won’t this have offended the third young miss of the Wen Family?”
Lu Su slowly pulled a mask out of his pocket, unconcerned, “I have looked into it; this third young miss has just returned to Jiangjing. People in the circle don’t hang out with her—don’t worry.”
Having attended the sa high school as Lai Chen, he naturally ca from a well-off background and was well-resourced within the Jiangjing circle.
It was for this reason he knew that Wen Zhiwei was part of the circle that included Xu Jinyi and Ming Zongyao.
“Moreover, this hair dryer is about to be discontinued soon,” Lu Su continued, “It’s not worth wasting our ti here.”
The agent, knowing Lu Su was always smart, felt relieved to hear this statent.
The two headed towards the elevator bank.
As the elevator on the left arrived, Lu Su saw a middle-aged woman stepping out. He paused, then hurried over, greeting her with a beaming smile, “Sister Xin.”
Sister Xin stopped her stride, smiling at Lu Su, “Mr. Lu.”
“Are you and Sister Lu also in Jiangjing?” Lu Su was very polite.
Not to ntion Yan Lu’s high status in the industry, but the two powerhouses behind her were no ordinary figures. Dean of the Ma Institute needed no introduction, and Bai Jian was directly collaborating with the official theater.
Even Lu Su couldn’t afford to take a high stance in front of these two.
The Ma Institute, the theater, and the rumored Zhongxing Group behind Yan Lu—none were entities Lu Su could afford to provoke.
They waited for Wang Xin to leave before entering the elevator.
Lu Su’s agent was curious, “Sister Xin has also co to Jiangjing. I wonder if Yan Lu ca with her…”
**
Bai Lian, after receiving Wen Zhixia’s ssage, printed out the manufacturing diagram and looked down at it, unable to discern anything noteworthy.
Forward the ssage to Jiang Fulai.
Aerospace Research Center.
“No need for solar panels, the thermal energy produced by the decay of radioactive elents is sufficient for it to operate,” Jiang Fulai held a pencil between his middle finger and index finger, thodically pointing at the schematic on the panel, “The extendable arm here is a laser device…”
As his words fell, the slide instantly changed to a next, more complex structural diagram.
The office lighting shone on him, outlining his slightly cold and hard jawline. He explained in detail unhurriedly, his voice consistently indifferent.
Most people in the office were drawing the structural diagrams in their notebooks and noting down the key points.
Only Academician Ma was sitting at the front, occasionally coughing twice, not speaking.
He seed not in the best of spirits.
After the explanation was complete, a line of researchers left quietly and in an orderly fashion.
Jiang Fulai put the pencil into his pocket and then took out his mobile phone from it, seeing two ssages, his indifferent expression softened slightly, and he looked down to reply with a few words, his thin, cool lips curving ever so slightly.
In the office, soone noticed his change and nearly tripped and fell.
Academician Ma stood up, seeing his deanor and sowhat understanding, said, “She is now my student.”
Jiang Fulai returned to his own office, without arguing with Academician Ma, simply said in a cold voice, “It’s most important that you take good care of your health, not leaving a ss behind would be best.”
In reality, Academician Ma’s health had not kept up after the new year, leading to a part of the aerospace project being handed over to Jiang Fulai.
The young master Jiang had yet to complete his holiday, and this was a complaint.
Academician Ma wanted to say a few words, but then he saw Jiang Fulai sit down and begin to draw on a blank sheet of paper.
The precision of his drawing was comparable to machine rendering, even better than SolidWorks.
Academician Ma blinked, quickly adjusting his glasses, and stood beside Jiang Fulai to watch for a while, originally intending to see if the other party was drafting so new type of detector or a ballistic trajectory chart.
After half an hour, Academician Ma realized belatedly, “Is this… a turbine?”
But it didn’t quite look like it.
Jiang Fulai added another stroke and said calmly, “Hair dryer.”
Academician Ma: “…???”
He had thought of a bunch of answers, but never this one.
Preposterous, it was simply preposterous!
Really, what exactly are you doing with those hands of yours?
Academician Ma walked out of Jiang Fulai’s office in a daze.
Inside the office, Jiang Fulai combined the manufacturing diagram Bai Lian gave him with sothing else that ca to mind, picked up his phone, and sent Bai Lian a ssage—
[Would you use a hair dryer if it could dry hair super fast?]
Bai Lian: [Possible]
OK.
**
Three days later.
In the coffee shop beneath Building No. 1 for doctoral students in Jiang University’s Xinyao District.
Bai Lian took the blueprint that He Wen handed to her, about the things Jiang Fulai was researching… the hair dryer he modified…
This wouldn’t blow like a tornado, would it?
She pressed on her phone, calling Wen Zhixia, “Where are you?”
Wen Zhixia was at the Wen Family’s.
They had just signed a contract with Yan Lu, and the whole team had been as energetic as if they were on steroids these past few days.
“At the company,” Wen Zhixia stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, guessing that Bai Lian must need sothing from her and said directly, “Shall I co to Jiang University to find you?”
It would be a good opportunity to discuss the issue with Yan Lu with Bai Lian.
“Ah,” Bai Lian looked up at the sky, folding the blueprint neatly and putting it in her pocket, pressing the center of her forehead, “Then co over, I happen to have sothing for you.”
The call ended.
Wen Zhixia saw the address Bai Lian had sent.
The coffee shop at Building No. 1 for doctoral students in Jiang University’s Xinyao District.
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