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The warehouse is on the second underground level.
Directly below Hall 2.
Ca here.
Zhang Feng saw five people writing down orders.
Old Liu was also in front of rows of machines, looking left and right.
"President Zhang!" The people recording orders saw Zhang Feng co in and quickly saluted.
Their shouting also caught Old Liu’s attention, making him look away from the instrunts to glance at the approaching Zhang Feng.
"President Zhang, what brings you here?"
"Just here for a look." Zhang Feng said while nodding to the side, indicating the people recording orders should continue their work.
Then, Zhang Feng glanced at the burly Old Liu, then at the rows of instrunts, and finally asked him, "You’ve been looking for a while, do you understand it?"
"I don’t understand." Old Liu spoke honestly, "I was just wondering how to divide these machines; quite a few people have spoken to about them."
"Is this difficult?" Zhang Feng took out a cigarette, thought for a mont, and decided not to smoke.
"Uh..." Old Liu was about to take a cigarette but paused when he saw President Zhang take it back; then he tentatively asked, "President Zhang, should I... feel difficulty, or should I... not feel difficulty?"
"Don’t be so bureaucratic." Zhang Feng laughed and tossed him the cigarette, "I wasn’t trying to manipulate you with it earlier, just thought maybe you shouldn’t smoke. If you can quit, then quit."
"I’ll quit after this one." Old Liu lit up with a big smile, as the surrounding ventilation system was also activated.
Zhang Feng saw the small fans start spinning and decided to light one as well; otherwise, the electricity for the ventilation system would be wasted.
"Here." Zhang Feng distributed cigarettes also to the surrounding security and people recording orders, "If you can’t smoke, don’t. If you can, take one; I have your information, don’t pretend."
"Thanks, President Zhang..." Everyone gathered around.
The pressure in the data center is significant, and the pace is quick.
But with President Zhang handing out cigarettes, they managed to take a five-minute break during work.
A session of puffing smoke.
After finishing, everyone dispersed and continued working.
Zhang Feng then looked towards Old Liu, "Tell , who is predetermined?"
"The Li family from the neighboring province..." Old Liu listed so nas, but they weren’t pharmaceutical companies, instead family and individual nas, along with a few enterprises.
After listening, Zhang Feng counted around twelve.
"Old Liu, to be honest, I’m not afraid of offending people. But how many can you offend?"
"Cough, cough..." Old Liu was choked by the cigarette butt smoke, then said helplessly, "President Zhang, am I that weak in your eyes?
You should ask, how many of them dare to offend ?
Especially since I follow you, the trend of the tis backs us!
Your Jade Pool Immortal Dew has bestowed upon a robe of rit and perfection.
If this were mythology, by following you, you’d beco a sage, and at the very least, I’d be a Buddha on Ling Mountain.
Everyone in our data center would also be ascended to the ranks of immortals.
Who would dare offend the future gods and Buddhas from all over?
"Alright, as long as it’s not difficult." Seeing Old Liu wasn’t afraid, Zhang Feng continued, "Don’t give the machines to anyone, let them wait for the next batch.
Or if I have new ones on my end, eliminate them for them.
We’ll see when the ti cos; help negotiate, I’m taking this batch.
Of course, regarding the price, however much they offer, we set ours, the data center operates on public accounts, and we won’t joke around."
"You want these machines?" Old Liu heard it was for President Zhang’s people and shook his head, "If you want them, we can’t discuss price.
Because if you truly calculate, your formulas, training thods, there’s too much; every single one is invaluable and can’t be priced.
If you hadn’t denied it from the start, had given a price, those would truly be muddle-headed accounts."
"This is different." Zhang Feng set the tone directly, "My approach is different; I don’t want to talk money on my end.
But this ti our machines are for others to make money with.
So let’s not discuss it further, just listen to , however much it costs, it costs."
"This... okay..." Old Liu saw that President Zhang was firm and said no more.
Zhang Feng then returned to his office and picked up his landline phone.
Dialed the curator’s private number.
It connected in about half a minute.
"Hello?" The curator didn’t know who it was, the number showed as unknown, "Myanmar Dynasty’s?"
"Yeah, from the border." Zhang Feng casually replied, not waiting for the curator to recognize his voice, "Get in touch with President Hai and them, about five days later, eight PM, at the small club on the city’s edge.
I have sothing to discuss with them.
Also, have them gather so funds recently, as much as possible."
"Okay." The curator took note, then said, "Master Zhang, I won’t be going. Seven days later, I have to make a trip to another province; we need to lay out the data for several towns on our side."
"I appreciate it." Zhang Feng nodded, then added, "Forget it, let’s not talk about appreciation; once everything’s settled, let’s get together, the few of us.
Next ti co to my place, I’ll cook.
Master Wang’s noodles are totally off.
I’ll let you all taste authentic ones."
"Alright! Sounds good to !" The curator chuckled and seed genuinely busy, offered to hang up, "Master Zhang, I’ll hang up now, I’m in a eting.
I saw this odd number and thought it might be you, so I stepped out to answer."
"Alright, talk later."
Beep—
Zhang Feng finished speaking and hung up first.
...
Five days passed quickly.
Especially for ’President Hai’, these five days went exceptionally fast.
The funds hadn’t been gathered much by the afternoon of the fifth day.
Fortunately, he ran a family business and was the sole patriarch.
In absolute control.
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