"Everyone stand up, pay attention to international influence, everyone cheer up, don't embarrass us Chinese!"

A group of Chinese people just walked down from the flight from the imperial capital to New York. Everything was still so fresh that they naturally couldn't help looking around. ◎ The leader frequently emphasized discipline, but it didn't work much.

However, that's it, many foreigners in the New York airport still saluted the long queue of Chinese people.

Gray suits, white shirts, and high-waisted trousers are just a suit style customized for everyone by looking for old tailors in China, just to make this team look neat and fashionable.

Yes, it's fashionable.

Loose suits and high-waisted pants are a fashion vane in the upper class or politics.

Hu Wenhai still remembers that when he first started working, he also wore a high-waisted trousers suit for a while. This kind of outfit that later generations looked full of strange paintings was an enduring trend in this era.

However, where the waist is tied is closely related to identity and status.

For ordinary young people, high-waisted pants are tied below the navel.

People with some status can tie them above the navel.

People with higher status can even tie them under their chests.

People with the highest status can tie the waist of your pants under the crinkle nest. Whoever thinks that the way to wear an elder's suit is too exaggerated is that he has never seen the world. In fact, this is the popular way to wear in the upper class in the West for nearly a hundred years! When people look at the position of your pants, they can clearly know your social status at a glance, so that everyone can inquire about each other, which is both trendy and efficient!

Thinking of this, Hu Wenhai had the urge to give the elder a second...

Back to the book, this team of more than 100 people lined up at the New York Airport, standing neatly, following the command of the leader, and walked towards the waiting hall next to the plane.

Obviously, the end of the team of more than 100 people is not New York, but Austin, the capital of Texas, where Motorola Fabs is located.

Just like the Mao-flavored bloodline in Chinese industry, there is a kind of inexplicable in industry. It can probably be classified as corporate culture, or industrial culture, or more intuitively speaking, bloodline.

The operation of fabs is also about bloodline.

This is not just external hardware such as management regulations, technology, personnel and equipment, but also reflected in the idea of ​​operating the fab. The working atmosphere of the entire factory.

It can even be said that regulations can be copied, technology can be purchased, personnel can be hired, and equipment can be copied. But just like the Russian bloodline in the Chinese industrial system, Hu Wenhai also wanted to choose a reliable bloodline for his wafer fab.

At least in the electronics industry, Americans are still at a good level. Hu Wenhai is quite satisfied with choosing Motorola's semiconductor department, which is the future Freescale, to graft the spirit of Chinese wafer fabs. And these elite soldiers and powerful generals carefully selected from the Chinese Academy of Sciences system are the expected wafer fab seeds, and this is the treasure.

"Mr. Borg, here are 135 Chinese trainees, I'll hand them over to you." Hu Wenhai said seriously and handed over the list in his hand to the head of Motorola opposite.

"Okay, I'll take them to Austin." Borg, who was in charge of the student work, took the list absent-mindedly from Hu Wenhai, glanced at him quickly, and then put it away.

"But I can't guarantee how much they can learn. After all, chip manufacturing is a high-tech industry and not everyone is suitable for it."

Hu Wenhai glanced at him and shook his head and said, "Mr. Borg, I want to remind you that Xinke Company has signed a contract with Motorola. You must ensure that these people have the best learning conditions!"

"Haha, I know. We Americans will not breach the contract."

Borg yawned, turned around and left.

"Mr. Hu!"

Lu Yinglong ran over with sweat all over, looked at Borg's back with a little worried look, and gasped and said, "The chartered flight to Austin is about to take off. I, my daughter..."

"Oh, Teacher Lu!" Hu Wenhai smiled and quickly took out a dozen photos from his body and stuffed them into Lu Yinglong's hand: "This is their recent photo. Lu Xin took the college entrance examination at Xiucheng High School, and her scores were very good! She signed up for the Department of Physics of the University of Science and Technology according to your requirements. She should be very sure to pass the exam."

"That's good, that's good." Lu Yinglong breathed a sigh of relief, and then he was in the mood to look at the photos in his hand.

In the photos, Lu Jia and Lu Xin, dressed in summer clothes, were either climbing mountains, swimming in the water, wandering in the streets of ancient towns, or laughing happily in the amusement park. But of course, all the photos are indispensable for Hu Wenhai to appear.

"This, have you been to many places?" Lu Yinglong did not have any travel experience. He could see at a glance that these photos were taken from different places. Judging from the scenery in the photos, there are at least five or six cities with dozens of different attractions. If you have some common sense in geography, analyze it from the perspective of trees, scenery, climate, etc., you can see that this is a game of China all over the world.

Who is Hu Wenhai? If you can’t see clearly in China, after going abroad to the United States, Lu Yinglong then learned about his background and energy.

Such a "big man" actually spent so much time traveling with his daughters?

"Haha, this isn't this the holiday after Lu Xin's college entrance examination. Teacher Lu, you can't come back in the United States. I can't let Lu Xin not even have a graduation trip, right?"

“Graduation trip…”

Lu Yinglong moved his mouth. There were not many Chinese children who could enjoy this treatment in this era. If he hadn't been in the United States for this period of time, he might not even know this statement.

But after all, it was Hu Wenhai's kindness, so Lu Yinglong had to look like "a scholar died for his confidant" and excitedly grabbed Hu Wenhai's hand.

"Mr. Hu, I won't say anything anymore. What a good person? I'm relieved to leave the two sisters Lu Jia and Lu Xin to you!"

"Haha." Hu Wenhai laughed happily: "You can leave them to me with confidence!"

...

When Hu Wenhai walked into the office building of Loyle Company, he saw "General Manager" Iverson standing in front of the door, waiting respectfully for his arrival.

"Boss, we haven't seen each other for a long time, it's so missing!" Iverson ran over first, grabbed Hu Wenhai's hand and began to shake it hard.

"Iverson, the work of Loyle Company is going well, I must thank you for your contribution to the company!"

Hu Wenhai also had a smile on his face. After shook hands with Iverson, he nodded to the Americans next to him and gave "cordial condolences" to the company's employees.

As the company owner who always controls remote control, Hu Wenhai knows the fragile little self-esteem of Americans, and it is best for Chinese people in this era to not stimulate them too much.

Since people below have been around for half a year, they can't see the big boss for a year, and finally appear once, of course they can't be too cruel and ruthless.

Holding a red envelope with US dollars in his hand, he gave the company employees a round of meeting gifts "according to Chinese customs". There was not much money, but it made the scene lively.

"Okay, let's go to your office." After inspecting the company, Hu Wenhai finally came to the office of the general manager with the largest area and the best location, and invited everyone out, leaving only Iverson alone.

"How much money does Loyle have in the account at present?" Hu Wenhai sat in the manager's office chair and asked Iverson standing in front of him.

Unlike those subordinates in the company who have little contact with the truth, Iverson watched Hu Wenhai get involved in the project to introduce F-14 in China, and is called brother and brother to the president of a large company like Grumman.

In his eyes, Hu Wenhai's image is probably similar to that of the royal princes of any country in Europe. Anyway, they are all ruthless characters with a broad background and a strong political and economic stance.

In front of Hu Wenhai, Iverson has always been able to grasp his position.

"The company currently has US$88,537,523 in liquidity, with an estimated payment of 1,250,000 in the next week, and an estimated payment of 4,300,000 in the next month."

Iverson maintained his usual work quality, not only able to provide accurate book data, but also handed over the company's detailed revenue and expenditure reports over the past six months, as well as the estimated expenses in the next month.

Hu Wenhai glanced at it quickly and found that this thing was under the responsibility of a professional accounting firm and a dedicated person from the embassy, ​​so there was basically no mistake. Just kidding, Loyle's company was a vest that Hu Wenhai sold F-14, so the embassy almost opened an office in the company.

Hu Wenhai's billion dollar has been almost the same. However, most of them have not seen cash, but have directly hedged the accounts from Grumman Company, and have become F-14, accessories and overhaul lines in the manufacturing process.

Finally, the only one who came to Loyle's account was just over 100 million US dollars. Hu Wenhai's demand for water lithium battery production lines and various electronic products was extremely huge, and he unknowingly spent more than 10 million US dollars.

"After July, all the company's procurement business will no longer add new projects." Hu Wenhai pondered at his desk and pondered: "The remaining 8 million US dollars on the company's books will be used for temporary turnover. I will prepare 80 million US dollars, which I may need to use at any time."

Iverson nodded neatly and replied: "No problem, it may take two to three days for the bank to prepare this money. I will be responsible for contacting their person in charge."

"It doesn't matter if you delay two or three days."

Hu Wenhai thought for a while and suddenly said, "Iverson, you can draw a team in the company and help me modify a plan."

"Okay boss, no problem boss." Iverson picked up the phone on his desk and asked before dialing: "Boss, which plan do you want to modify?"

"Well, it's the treebee, the new trend plan." (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!