Chapter 700: Elegy for the Times

"Tell them that we can make their laptop shells not afraid of bumps, and our company can do it from injection molding to surface plating, and I will wait for your results......"

One person leads two families, Ji Donglai uses his advanced cognition to directly connect scientific research and the market, and Wang Chuanyi on the other side holds a pen and various records.

After all, Ji Dong came to make the decision today, and he had to find a way to realize these things.

Since coming to Yiyuan Manufacturing, Wang Chuanyi's retirement life has turned upside down, and he is busier than when he was busiest.

The direct return is also very significant, at the end of last year, Wang Chuanyi bought a commercial house on the edge of the capital, and now he has taken his wife over.

My son and daughter-in-law are working in the high-tech zone in Dalian and are also considering working here this year.

"Mr. Ji, I suspect you have seen my research report, and I mean that. Now that the market is starting to widen the use of computers, our focus is starting to diverge. Both computers and mobile phones should be focused, and later the report will be worn back to the company. ”

"The matter of high-strength coating is urgent, and the market demand for this is very large......"

Since being in the mobile phone industry for so long, Lu Lu has a deeper understanding of the market.

It's been a few years, and Lu Lu doesn't know how many orders he grabbed from Daxian.

At present, PHS of the land company has penetrated into the major towns and villages in the north, and entered the school, and the students of the school have become the main force of consumption, and the rise of young people represents the change of consumption trend, and the land route is considering the iteration of products.

Unexpectedly, Ji Donglai proposed a new idea, and Lu Lu had to admire his young boss, as if his ideas could be so accurate to the other party.

"Again, I'll put forward ideas, you open up! Mr. Xin has been very busy recently, and he is directly connected with the project team, and Master Wang Chuanyi and Wang will press you in the middle, and Mr. Xue Wancheng and Mr. Xue are in Dalian. ”

"You have to synchronize a lot of things, and we must be synchronized with the market, and don't be left behind by the market. If you don't understand the coordination, remember to find Mr. Xin, you can communicate. ”

Now these two years are the time for the domestic economy to officially take off, as long as things are new enough, they can get rich.

When Ji Donglai was strong, he didn't worry about his subordinates being too busy.

There are now more than 6,000 employees in the entire one-yuan manufacturing industry, and temporary workers are equivalent to this number. The sales company is directly controlled by Ji Donglai's Yishi Investment, and they are not employees.

"Mr. Ji, rest assured, we promise to complete the task!"

It wasn't until Ji Donglai announced the completion of the mission that Qu Bo and Jia Ru breathed a sigh of relief and secretly said that the two of them were alive.

According to the situation in the past few days, Li Qing has taken charge of the new project, and the position of the two of them in the high-strength materials team is in jeopardy. Don't say anything, Ji Dong didn't do anything for two months, and he didn't have the face to continue to stay here.

Now Ji Donglai has handed over such a large project in this market to his project team, proving that he has not given up on the project team. The meeting lasted for more than an hour, and after the programmatic things were finalized, the remaining details were discussed by everyone after the meeting, and the documents were handed over to Xin Li.

Ji Donglai thought that he could rest for a few days, but what surprised Ji Donglai was that Wang Zhiqiang came.

"Zhiqiang, why are you here?"

Looking at Wang Zhiqiang, who was carrying a canvas schoolbag, Ji Donglai was a little surprised, and there were village chiefs and Principal Han standing next to him.

The students have completed the high school entrance examination and are waiting to enter high school, and Ji Donglai has already arranged for admission.

"There's no one at home......"

"What?"

Wang Zhiqiang said a word, tears flowed down, Ji Donglai was stunned for a moment, and the whole person sat up in shock.

According to Principal Han, Wang Guangzhi's wife died five days after Ji Donglai left the village, strictly speaking, he died.

In those days, Wang Zhiqiang was taking exams, and the old people in the village were worried that something would happen to Wang Guangzhi's wife, but something really happened.

Now Wang Zhiqiang is the only one left in the family, and the school teacher is worried that something will happen to the child, so he took Wang Zhiqiang to find Ji Donglai.

"Mr. Ji, isn't your home local, if you can, let Zhiqiang stay at your house for a while, can you?"

Looking at Ji Donglai, Principal Han's face was a little unpleasant, after all, Ji Donglai had helped these children enough. Now that Ji Donglai is not married, it is not the same thing to put Wang Zhiqiang in front of the other party.

It's just that the child sees things and thinks about people at home, and he is really worried that he can't think of something.

"Let me go here, the Northeast people will take care of the affairs of the Northeast people, leave it to me!"

Holding back the tears that didn't flow from his eyes, Ji Donglai clenched his fists tightly, and secretly said that bad luck was looking for the miserable.

Ji Donglai didn't take much care of the company's affairs, Ji Donglai invited Principal Han and the village chief to have a meal, and directly took Wang Zhiqiang back to his hometown in the Northeast.

"Brother Donglai, why is the ground here so flat, it's so beautiful, what is that? Is it a cow......"

Landing in the northeast, Ji Feng's car went directly from Baiquan to Harbin to pick up people, entered the rural provincial highway, and the endless farmland came into view.

Wang Zhiqiang's attention was finally attracted by the various scenery in the wilderness, and his eyes were full of surprise.

"Wait until I go back and burn corn for you, there are many delicious things at home, the eldest brother also has grandparents at home, parents and parents, our yard is big, when the time comes, I will give you a house alone, grow up quickly, and when you grow to be as tall as my brother, my brother will buy you land......"

Looking at the cheerful appearance of the little guy, Ji Donglai felt a little more relaxed.

Ji Feng observed Wang Zhiqiang from the rearview mirror from time to time, and felt a chill in his heart.

Ji Donglai's family waited at home early, especially Ji Heng's old couple, who heard that Ji Donglai was coming back and waited at the gate from afar.

When Ji Donglai's call knew about Wang Zhiqiang's tragic life experience, the old couple felt uncomfortable.

"Grandpa, who am I bringing here?"

"Come on, Zhiqiang, come to grandpa!"

The car stopped slowly, and Ji Heng personally opened the door for Wang Zhiqiang, waving at Wang Zhiqiang with doting on his face.

The little guy was a little shy, feeling his head stroked by a palm similar to his grandfather's, Wang Zhiqiang spontaneously approached Ji Heng.

"This is our house, and next to it is the forest, which is also our family. That piece of land belongs to our family, you can play in this house during the summer vacation, and I will handle your student registration at the county middle school, don't worry......"

Worried that Wang Zhiqiang was not used to being here, Ji Donglai specially asked the other party to live in the courtyard of Ji Heng's old couple, and the whole family was lively around a little guy, and gradually Wang Zhiqiang and his family became acquainted.

Especially Wang Jue's two little guys, they were very happy to see Wang Zhiqiang, and they also climbed on Wang Zhiqiang's body during dinner.

The communication between children is much smoother than that between strangers and adults, and in one day, the task of guarding the two little ones at home fell to Wang Zhiqiang.

There are historical records about the Northeast Volunteers, and I would like to thank every reader who supported this book

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