Returning wealthy individuals develop their hometowns and become rich in the 1980s

"Why don't you try to persuade him a little more?"

Fan Guotao complained to Bai Jianbo on the other end of the phone, "Secretary Bai, it's not that I don't want to negotiate with Chen Zaidong, it's just that it's really difficult. You've already met him and know that Chen Zaidong isn't someone who backs down easily!"

"That's why I told you to keep at it, Lao Fan. We have to think about the factory. So many industrial workers in the entire factory are counting on you, Factory Director Fan, to bring in the technology from Tuocheng Xiaochi. You can't make a wasted trip, can you?" Bai Jianbo began to give Fan Guochao a political lesson.

"Old Fan, Old Yang is getting old enough to retire. At this time, our Shanghai Automotive Industry Corporation is counting on you, the deputy factory director, to hold things up. You can't let me down," Bai Jianbo continued, painting a rosy picture for Fan Guotao. "If you can bring in 20% of the technology from Chen Zaidong, I, Bai Jianbo, will be the first to raise my hand in support of you at the factory committee meeting!"

"Oh my! Secretary Bai, with your words, I feel much more at ease talking to Chen Zaidong of Xiaochi here. Don't worry, I will definitely get it done for you. Even if it takes a year or two, I will get it done for our factory."

Fortunately, Fan Guotao wasn't in front of Bai Jianbo at the moment, otherwise he would have had to write a pledge on the spot. But after hanging up the phone, Fan Guotao was in a dilemma. Bai Jianbo made it sound so easy. If he could just keep at it and make Chen Zaidong back down, that would be easy.

The key is that they are not afraid of your delays. They have the technology in their hands. The production lines in Jinbu Industrial Park are constantly producing complete vehicles. Shanghai Automotive Industry Corporation (SAIC) really can't wait any longer. Otherwise, when SAIC's own "Phoenix" rolls off the production line, the market will be completely taken over by "Zhaoyebai".

When he arrived in Tuocheng, there were already nearly ten "Zhaoyebai" taxis waiting for passengers outside the airport. They were all the same tan color and had "Taxi" signs on their roofs, making them very eye-catching.

On the road, there were also police cars with "Zhaoyebai" livery patrolling. Fan Guotao also saw in the Tuocheng Morning Post that the public car repair shop in Huadu was planning to send people to Tuocheng. The Guangdong Provincial Party Committee and Government, together with the Huadu Municipal Party Committee and Government, were planning to have Xiaochi and the public car repair shop form a joint venture to open a new car joint venture factory in Huadu.

Huadu provided the land, the public automobile repair shop provided the personnel, and Xiaochi Automobile provided the technology and equipment. The three parties joined forces to establish Xiaochi Public Automobile Company. The newspapers even gave the first joint venture car a name: "Plum Blossom" automobile.

Thinking about this, Fan Guotao felt that why didn't Shanghai Automotive Industry Corporation (SAIC) follow the example of Huadu and form a joint venture with Xiaochi? The name Shanghai Automotive Xiaochi Company sounded so pleasing to the ear.

If you don't believe me, I'll have to invite Chen Zaidong to dinner tomorrow and tell him about this as a joke at the dinner table to see his reaction. No sooner said than done, Fan Guotao picked up the phone again and dialed Chen Dong's number.

At this moment, Chen Dong and his family were drinking tea and watching TV on the second floor of the small building. Zhang Yi and the others only stayed in Huadu for less than a week before returning to Tuocheng. Xiao Rongguo was sitting on the floor in front of the TV, piecing together his crooked building. Elena and Chen Lianxiang were wearing pajamas and watching a soap opera on a videotape.

Little Chen Hui hummed a tune as he sat on a small stool, doing the homework assigned to him by his second uncle, Chen Zaisheng. The brothers Liu Shaozhong and Liu Shaoqun next to him were doing the same thing. Compared to Little Chen Hui's relaxed and carefree attitude, the two of them were having a much harder time, scratching their heads and racking their brains.

The questions are too difficult; the questions my second uncle gave me are beyond the syllabus!

After feeding Xiao Huiyi in the room, Zhang Yi came out to look at Xiao Chenhui's homework, smiled, and sat down next to Chen Dong. When Xiao Huiyi saw that her older brother Rong Guo was building another "illegal structure," she cried out and wanted to go down to the ground to "demolish" it.

"Can't!"

Xiao Huiyi is climbing very fast now. The second floor of Chen Dong's house has wooden floors all over, so there's no fear of the children feeling cold while climbing on them. When Xiao Huiyi came over to cause trouble, Xiao Rongguo turned his bottom and blocked Xiao Huiyi's way forward. With her path blocked, Xiao Huiyi simply grabbed Xiao Rongguo's clothes and climbed onto her older brother's back.

"Brother, come here quickly! My little sister is tearing down my building again!" Xiao Rongguo was in pain from Xiao Huiyi's chubby little hand gripping him, but he didn't dare to break free too hard, afraid of making his little sister fall.

Anyone who has ever been grabbed by a child knows that when a child grabs hard, they're gritting their teeth and using every ounce of strength they have. Little Rongguo was almost crying because it hurt so much. Luckily, his little sister's teeth hadn't fully grown in yet, so all she could do was smear saliva on his face. Otherwise, with Little Rongguo's chubby face, Little Huiyi probably wouldn't have been able to bite him.

"I'm here, you little brat, don't bully me!" Little Chen Hui charged forward, grabbed Little Huiyi, and charged like a bull, carrying her three or four meters away from Little Rongguo before quickly running back to the little stool.

Little Huiyi giggled and crawled over with all her might to play with her brother Rongguo. Little Rongguo, imitating Little Chenhui, rushed forward and picked up Little Huiyi, who had finally crawled over, and carried her back to a distance of four meters.

Chen Dong was watching his daughter and two older brothers play with a smile when he heard his cell phone ringing in his bag. He went outside to the balcony and answered, "Who is this?"

"Mr. Chen, it's me, Lao Fan. I'd like to invite you to a casual meal at the Tuocheng State Guesthouse tomorrow. Would you do me the honor?"

Chen Dong laughed when he heard this. "Fan Chang, I never discuss serious matters at dinner parties or drinking parties. If you have something to say, just say it. Or you can come with Mr. Thorne tomorrow and say it in person."

"As for dinner, let's skip it. If anyone should be treating, it should be me, the host, treating you. Don't you think so, Director Fan? Hehe!"

Fan Guotao's laughter paused for a moment on the other end of the phone, then burst into even louder laughter. "Mr. Chen, since you've said that, I'm not one to mince words. I'll just say what I have to say. It's like this, I've spoken to Secretary Bai on the phone."

"Um!"

"Secretary Bai said, 15% plus the engine assembly and engine technology licensing. Mr. Chen, what do you think of this?"

"Fan, you're planning to do both, huh? Hahaha," Chen Dong laughed. "The suggestion is good, but 15% is a bit low. Fan, I'll give you a flat rate of 18%!"

"18%? That's still a bit high, Mr. Chen. The airbags..."

"Hey," Chen Dong quickly interrupted Fan Guotao's attempt to escalate the conversation, "Fan, we're talking about the 1.6L engine, not airbags or ABS systems. Don't bring that up."

"Haha, I thought Mr. Chen meant you were referring to a fixed price of 18%, which would include the airbags and ABS system, and you know, license them to Shanghai Automotive," Fan Guotao said evasively. "I misunderstood, hehehe!"

"Mr. Chen, let's lower it a little more. 18% is still a bit high. As you know, 40% of the total price of a car is cost, 20% goes to the national treasury, 10% goes to workers' wages, and only 30% is profit. If you, Xiaochi, take 18% of it, we really won't make any money!"