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After Chen Dong finished speaking, he quietly looked at Huang Bin, letting him digest the large amount of information that had entered his mind. At this moment, Huang Bin seemed to be petrified, standing motionless by the engine, staring intently at the 'Bull Type A' engine.

The cadres around him noticed the change in atmosphere and also held their breath, not daring to make a sound, for fear of disturbing Huang Bin, who was thinking about the application of new technologies.

After a long silence, Huang Bin finally spoke, his voice slightly hoarse, "Zai Dong, the technology you just mentioned, was it developed by yourselves?"

"Yes," Chen Dong nodded, making up a story on the spot, "We spent three years and tens of millions of dollars in America's lab to mature this technology. There are no more than five companies in the world that possess this technology."

The system provided the technology, and Chen Dong had to provide the source of that technology. The laboratory in America was the best source of Chen Dong's technology.

"What about the patents?"

"We've already applied for global patents," Chen Dong said with a smile. "Others who want to use them will have to pay licensing fees. However, our patent application in China is still under review, and I believe it will be approved soon."

"Okay, okay!"

Huang Bin smiled at this moment, a smile so bitter, a bittersweet smile tinged with sorrow, yet also with a hint of relief. "For so many years, China has been subject to technological blockades by Western countries. To hear you speak of a technology that is actually leading the world today truly fills me with immense joy!"

"Zai Dong, the significance of your technology is truly immense!" Huang Bin stepped forward excitedly, gripping Chen Dong's hands tightly. "On behalf of the nation, I thank you for bringing such advanced technology to our country!"

Chen Dong, his hand held by Huang Bin, whispered in Huang Bin's ear in a voice only the two of them could hear, "Old Huang, I can even get America's military turbofan engine back for us, so this kind of technology is a piece of cake!"

Huang Bin grinned. At this moment, Chen Dong was different in his eyes from the "American businessman" described in the file. Huang Bin leaned close to Chen Dong's ear and whispered, "Do you need the government to help you get your identity sorted out?"

Chen Dong shook his head, but deliberately spoke in a loud voice, "Mr. Huang, I am a businessman. I have invested a lot of money in the research and development of this technology, and of course I hope it can bring me a return. If other car factories in China really need it, I can talk and cooperate, but the premise is that there must be rules and procedures, and we cannot act recklessly."

Huang Bin nodded, laughed, and patted him on the shoulder. "I understand what you're thinking! Don't worry, the country won't let down those who truly get things done!"

"Keep your technology under wraps. Apply for patents where necessary, keep it confidential. We'll talk about it when the time is right."

On the surface, the two were talking about "high-pressure common rail electronic injection technology." The accompanying cadres and surrounding workers also thought that Huang Bin and Chen Dong were discussing technical issues. However, Huang Bin and Chen Dong both knew that what the two were talking about was not just a simple technical matter.

Huang Bin released Chen Dong's hand, took a deep breath to suppress the surging emotions in his heart, and his face regained its usual seriousness. Pointing to the engine, he asked Chen Dong, "Zai Dong, when can this engine be installed on a vehicle for road testing? Can it catch up with the progress of those three 'Dilu' trucks?"

At this moment, Huang Bin addressed Chen Dong with a different tone than before, but with a more intimate tone, like an elder addressing a younger person: "Old Huang, that won't be possible. Road tests for heavy trucks are much more complicated than those for cars."

"I'll try to trouble you again early next year, haha!"

Huang Bin smiled, pointed at Chen Dong, and asked his secretary, Xiao Wang, for paper and pen. He quickly wrote down his office and personal phone numbers, tore off a folded paper, and handed it to Chen Dong. "If you encounter any difficulties, call me anytime. If I can't solve it, I'll report it for you!"

"Oh my! I'm flattered by your words, Elder Huang!"

Huang Bin laughed and scolded, "Stop talking nonsense, you must proceed steadily and surely, don't let your guard down!"

After saying that, Huang Bin glanced at the sky outside, then at his watch. "It's getting late, we should head back!"

"Mr. Huang, why don't you have dinner here before you leave?" Chen Dong tried to persuade him to stay.

"No, thank you," Huang Bin laughed. "I've had a very fruitful trip today, I need to go back and digest it! I won't eat."

Chen Dong understood Huang Bin's implication of "digest it," and smiled knowingly, saying, "Then I'll see Elder Huang off..."

"No need, you've been busy all day, go back and rest early," Huang Bin said, and left the workshop with his entourage. Chen Dong saw him off all the way to the factory gate. Huang Bin sat on the bus and waved to Chen Dong through the window.

Chen Dong waved and watched the bus drive away, disappearing around the corner. Chen Zaisheng, standing beside him, leaned closer and whispered, "Dong, Old Huang seems quite satisfied with our Xiaochi Motors!"

Chen Dong turned his head to look at Chen Zaisheng and said slowly, "Second Brother, you'll understand some things later!"

After finishing his sentence, Chen Dong turned around, put his hands behind his back, and walked towards the car. Before getting in, he looked at the various workshops, which were now lit up. The equipment was still roaring, and the workers were busy tidying up the remaining work as they were about to finish their shifts. The scene was thriving.

Chen Dong has been in China for two years. Initially, he came to Lianzhai to find his relatives and bury his grandfather, just to fulfill his grandfather's dying wish. By a twist of fate, he transmigrated to the present. He discovered that after having the system, there was something more important than money that he needed to protect.

For example, family ties, and the future of this country!

If it weren't for what he had seen and heard in Tuocheng over the past two years, Chen Dong might not have fallen in love with this land so quickly. He finally understood why his grandfather held his hand and wrote the words "Lianzhai" in his palm when he was dying.

At that time, Grandpa Chen Shengyu was over 100 years old and was on ECMO. Even as his life was coming to an end, he still longed for the land that gave him birth and nurtured him. The old man refused the lung transplant surgery at Shengji Hospital and waited until Chen Dong returned because he was afraid that he would die on the operating table and would not be able to see Chen Dong and Xiao Chenhui one last time.

Lianzhai!

For Grandpa, these two words are not just a point on a map or an address on paper; they are his roots, his soul, and a lifelong attachment he could never let go of!

But now, it has become Chen Dong's concern!

The Maybach drove into Lianzhai and stopped in front of the Chen family's ancestral home. Little Chen Hui, who had just finished eating and was playing with his uncle Chen Xiangui at the door, saw his father return and ran over with a smile.

Chen Dong scooped up his son Chen Hui in one go, and the father and son played around for a while. At this moment, Chen Dong felt that it was so good to have someone to care about!