Chapter 2800
Even if you gave him Chapter 2800, he wouldn't know how to use it.
Even if you gave him Chapter 2800, he wouldn't know how to use it.
Meanwhile, Yang Xiaotao soon arrived at the Minzu Grand Hotel.
At this moment, Mo Sen was looking out the window from inside the house, his expression uneasy.
I've been here for a week now, and apart from the first time I met Yang Xiaotao and we had some contact, I haven't heard from him since.
On the contrary, they learned a lot of information from Faisal.
Among them was news about Alliance's Pavel.
The other party's visit at this time is definitely not to offer New Year's greetings.
The other party must have some ulterior motive.
But here he was powerless to do anything, and dared not take any action.
Even though there aren't many people in this restaurant, once he goes out, he'll be exposed to everyone's eyes.
"This damn mission."
"That damn bastard, can't he just make a simple transaction?"
Furious, Mosen loosened his tie and reached for the liquor in the cabinet.
These past few days, he suddenly realized that this baijiu (Chinese liquor) is actually quite good.
But just as he opened the cupboard, he heard a knock on the door.
Mo Sen straightened his clothes, then opened the door and saw two young men standing there.
"Oh, Mr. Morsen, I apologize for the intrusion and for disturbing you."
Yang Xiaotao smiled apologetically. Mo Sen was surprised to see Yang Xiaotao. After realizing what was happening, he quickly laughed and said, "Oh my god, you've finally appeared."
"I thought you had forgotten."
"Oh, please come in, please come in."
Overjoyed, Mo Sen welcomed Yang Xiaotao inside.
After the two sat down, Yang Xiaotao sighed, "Mr. Mosen, I'm very sorry, I've been extremely busy these past few days and haven't been able to get away."
"As you know, we value the Spring Festival as much as you value Christmas, especially since there are many things in this position that require our personal attention. Therefore, we apologize for the delay."
As Yang Xiaotao spoke, he took out a palm-sized Statue of Liberty from his pocket, saying, "A small gift to express my apologies."
Mosen looked at the dark Statue of Liberty on the table. Shouldn't this thing be white?
It's so dark.
However, one can't refuse a smiling face, and since the other party has already offered a gift, how could he refuse?
No.
We still need to continue doing business and completing our tasks.
"Mr. Yang, you're too kind."
Mo Sen smiled and reached out to take the gift, but the moment he touched it, his hand felt heavy and his expression changed.
How can a piece of wood the size of a palm be so heavy?
Little did he know that this was a gift that Yang Xiaotao had specially arranged before arriving at the restaurant, having Xiaowei cut a branch from a poplar tree and compress it according to Yang Xiaotao's memory.
Yang Xiaotao tried it and found it weighed about 30 or 40 pounds, otherwise it would have turned black.
Of course, this thing has no other use besides being black and heavy.
Yes, you can use a surprise attack in a pinch.
Mosen's expression was solemn as he looked at the dark Statue of Liberty in his hand, his eyes blazing with fervor.
Having traveled all over the world over the years, I've developed some appreciation skills for ancient artifacts. The more I see, the more I know what items have greater collectible value.
For example, the black wood in front of him—he was certain it was an extremely rare type of wood.
He can't identify the species yet, but it's so small and so heavy, it must be very dense, and it must be a very magical piece of wood.
The fact that the other party used such rare wood for carving shows that this gift is quite significant.
After carefully placing the black Statue of Liberty on the table, Mo Sen solemnly nodded to Yang Xiaotao.
Interests are the key to equal dialogue.
“Yang, I’ve thought about this a lot these past few days. I personally think we can have a good talk and finish this deal.”
"As you know, time is money."
"You're busy too, and I can't stay here forever, so what I mean is, let's all speak frankly and openly."
As Mo Sen said this, Yang Xiaotao naturally understood what he meant: he wanted to complete the task as soon as possible.
It is not impossible.
As long as it meets my own needs, that's fine.
Yang Xiaotao nodded in agreement, then took out two sheets of paper from his pocket.
"Mr. Mosen."
"These are some items I've thought of for trading in the last few days."
"It's not much, but it represents our sincerity."
He handed it to the other person and then said again, "As you know, since this matter has been handed over to me, it means it's my achievement."
"Performance, do you understand?"
Mo Sen was opening the letter when he only glanced at the first line. What seemed impossible to Old Wang and Old Chen was just an ordinary number to him.
Because he can actually get his hands on that kind of thing.
Hearing Yang Xiaotao say this, he looked up at Yang Xiaotao and understood what the other party meant.
If someone in a high position is also involved in trivial small-scale business, how will their subordinates perceive them?
To put it bluntly, if Yang Xiaotao had handled this deal poorly, and his subordinates had done a better job, wouldn't that be a matter of ability?
This is like letting the leader of the United States sell goods. If he can't sell the goods, what will the people of the United States think?
After all that trouble, this is the thing we got selected?
At this moment, Mo Sen somewhat understood why the other party had offered to replace the computer upon their first meeting.
That's a kind of political achievement too.
With that in mind, Mosen continued reading.
But these achievements are just too great.
Even he couldn't guarantee he could get all of these things.
Moreover, if we were to acquire them all, what would others think?
This relationship is rock solid.
Finally, Mo Sen's eyes narrowed, and he looked up at Yang Xiaotao, "Mr. Yang, I understand small computers, but what is the meaning of this heavy helicopter?"
Yang Xiaotao stretched his hips and then said, "Oh, it's like this."
“We recently researched helicopters, but another research institution actually developed one before us, which is similar to the one from the Alliance.”
"I was just trying to save face, and I happened to remember that your company has a heavy helicopter called the Chinook, so I just wrote it down."
As Yang Xiaotao spoke, Mo Sen's lips twitched slightly, and he casually wrote it down.
Do you think this is a fill-in-the-blank question? Trying to save face? That's such a lame excuse.
However, Mosen still cherished this hard-won opportunity.
Because he knew that if there was no real progress this time, there might not be a next time.
Thinking this through, Mo Sen still said cautiously, "Mr. Yang, I can decide on some of the traded goods here, or I can apply for some."
"But some things, like computers, helicopters, and machine tool mother machines, I think are a bit impractical."
After Mo Sen finished speaking, Yang Xiaotao did not respond, but simply sat calmly to the side.
He knew exactly what the other party was up to; they just wanted to use some unimportant items to complete the task.
Anyway, the deal is done, and I've put in the effort, so I can call it a day.
If you don't know what these people are planning, you could easily be fooled by this person.
Knowing the other party's bottom line, if we don't make good use of it, all of Xiaowei's hard work will be for nothing.
The two people sat in silence inside the room.
Mo Sen was shocked to see Yang Xiaotao sitting there silently, exuding an imposing aura.
At the same time, I realized that it was no small feat for such a young person to hold such a high position.
After a moment, Yang Xiaotao crossed his arms, his gaze serious, and his voice carrying a hint of sternness, "Mr. Mo Sen, business is business. Since you've stated your price, I'll also state my bottom line." Mo Sen took a deep breath, relaxing his body, and then smiled, saying, "So, Mr. Yang, what is your bottom line?"
Yang Xiaotao smiled slightly, "The supplies and machinery in front are just icing on the cake."
"Do you know what 'adding flowers to brocade' means?"
Mosen nodded, indicating that he understood.
Upon hearing this, Yang Xiaotao continued, "These two things are my greatest achievements; nothing else is worthy of my status."
Mo Sen's face twitched upon hearing this, but Yang Xiaotao continued, "I know it's inappropriate to make such an excessive request on our first meeting."
"I understand your difficulties."
"So, I'll take another step back."
At this point, Yang Xiaotao pointed to the letter on the table and said,
"Just give me one of these two."
"That way, I'll have something to show for it, and I can save face."
At this point, Mo Sen's heart tightened again; damn it, they still needed one.
Can't we just not have any of them?
Before he could even speak, Yang Xiaotao stood up abruptly. "Mr. Mosen, please consider this carefully."
"When it comes to business, I'm all about speed and decisiveness. Either I go big, or I don't do it at all."
"It's that simple."
He extended his right hand and said, "I apologize for disturbing your rest time. I have some matters to attend to, so I will take my leave."
Mo Sen stood up to see him off, his expression serious. "I will seriously consider Mr. Yang's opinion, and I will also contact my superiors as soon as possible to give you a reply."
Mo Sen did not shy away from the topic of satellite phones, and Yang Xiaotao did not bring it up.
Faisal's existence was a result tacitly agreed upon by both parties.
"Okay, contact me as soon as you have any news."
Yang Xiaotao smiled, then reminded him, "By the way, we have a performance tomorrow and a meeting the day after. You know our schedules are always packed. If you can't find it, I can tell my secretary."
Mo Sen was speechless. Why did he feel so humiliated by being so submissive?
"Ok!"
Mo Sen said something dryly, and then saw Yang Xiaotao leave.
After closing the door again, Mosen looked at the black Statue of Liberty on the table, quickly stepped forward, and took out a magnifying glass from his suitcase to examine it closely.
After Yang Xiaotao got into the car, he heard a message from Xiaowei. When he heard that she was so interested in a piece of wood, he couldn't help but sneer, "The mission belongs to the country, but the gift is her own. This guy really knows how to distinguish between them."
The car started, and Yang Xiaotao headed towards the Ninth Division.
On the other side, after confirming that it was a type of wood that had never been discovered before, Mosen's body trembled with excitement.
He muttered to himself, "This amazing China truly has amazing things to offer."
After playing with it for a while, Mo Sen prepared to go out.
Back in his office, Yang Xiaotao received another message from Xiao Wei: Mo Sen had begun to take action.
After getting through on the phone, I told him about meeting with Yang Xiaotao, and then he told me to wait for news.
Yang Xiaotao then busied himself preparing for tomorrow's performance.
At this moment, the entire Ninth Division was enveloped in a festive atmosphere, with joyful crowds everywhere.
The workers chatted about the program for tomorrow's performance, while also speculating about who would win this year's grand prize.
Some people are even looking forward to the New Year's goods from the Ninth Division, because the Ninth Division has never been stingy.
Compared to other machine departments and factories, this is something that everyone knows: in the Ninth Department, as long as you are willing and capable, you can get the corresponding compensation.
In this atmosphere, Yang Xiaotao couldn't stay idle either.
One minute he'd be checking on the progress at the auditorium, the next he'd be visiting the actors at the rehearsal space, and then he'd be going to sit at the research institute.
I feel more tired than if I had worked in the factory all day.
As night fell, Yang Xiaotao was still busy; he had to meet with Yang Youning and the others to discuss tomorrow's plans.
In the conference room, Yang Xiaotao listened to the reports from Yang Youning, Chen Gong, and Zhao Gang, nodding occasionally.
"We've reserved the award presenters for the outstanding collectives this time. We can just add any leader who comes at the last minute."
Yang Youning said, but in the end he still glanced at Yang Xiaotao, because the other party had said that he would personally present the award to the photocopier research institute.
This time, the photocopier research institute was one of the advanced collectives, which made things a bit more difficult.
However, this matter was easily resolved; Yang Xiaotao was simply asked to go up and present the prizes.
After a final discussion, the group talked about the program arrangements for tomorrow. They were all acting strangely, wanting to go over every single thing they could think of.
Yang Xiaotao, however, seemed somewhat lost in thought at this moment.
Everyone could see that although he was still there, his expression had already betrayed him; no one knew what he was thinking.
Meanwhile, Yang Xiaotao was listening to Xiao Wei's imitation in his mind, and listening to Mo Sen's phone call.
"Joe, I've already contacted my hometown about this."
Kate's voice came through the phone. Morsen sat in his chair, looking relaxed, and casually asked, "Mr. Kate, if it really can't be done, I personally think it's better not to go down this path."
"You know, the other party's attitude is very firm. Of course, this is also related to their status. After all, people who have reached this position have to pay attention to their reputation."
"This principle applies everywhere."
"If it doesn't work out, I'll have to head back."
"After staying here for so long, I'm almost becoming an ascetic."
Mo Sen said casually, but inwardly he was complaining and hoping for a satisfactory answer so he could escape his misery as soon as possible.
However, to Mo Sen's surprise, the other party gave a different answer.
"Joe, after consideration, the higher-ups have decided to approve the other party's request."
"what?"
Mosen held the phone further away and examined it carefully, as if trying to confirm that the person on the other end was indeed Kate.
"That's right, it was personally confirmed by people from our hometown."
Kate's voice came again, followed by a wry smile as she said, "I couldn't believe it when I got the answer, and I even checked it twice."
"And that's exactly what happened; the people back home agreed."
After a moment of silence, Mo Sen's expression suddenly changed, and he said in a suppressed voice, "Bullshit, these bastards, don't they know what this is?"
“How could we possibly give this to anyone else? That’s betrayal! These damned bastards should all be burned alive.”
Mosen cursed, unable to understand how these things, which he, as a businessman, knew were so important to the country, could be given away so casually by those damned elites.
Whose United States is this anyway?
"Mosen, you and I may both be overthinking things."
Suddenly, Kate's voice came again, causing Morsen to pause for a moment before asking, "What do you mean?"
"It means you're overestimating them."
"The idea from our hometown is that, after some investigation, they can confirm that the other side is still ten years behind us in semiconductor development, and as for computer research, they estimate that there is a huge gap between them and the alliance."
"So this time we're going to sell them ten minicomputers, but they're the ones we've retired."
"Of course, this is for their own good. After all, if we give them something too high-end, they won't know how to use it."
Upon hearing this, the anger on Morsen's face suddenly dissipated, and he chuckled softly, "Kate, I think you're absolutely right."
"Because those that are phased out may not even be used."
Then a hearty laugh came from the other end of the phone.
Meanwhile, in the conference room, Yang Xiaotao was also smiling with his head down, which startled Li Hongfeng and the others, who then continued to ignore him.