ebookland Chapter 923 Market Lifeline
Chapter 923 Market Lifeline
Zhou Qi ignored him and looked directly at Liang Tingshan: "Mr. Liang knows that I am just a businessman. Although I can provide ideas for solving problems, the technical implementation still depends on professionals."
He took a sip from his teacup and said: "To break through the technical bottleneck of Yamaichi Heavy Industry, in addition to my ideas, we also need the practical experience accumulated by an expert over many years."
"It has to be him?"
Liang Tingshan tapped the sandalwood tabletop with his knuckles.
He is well aware of the difficulties of technology transfer - which developer would not protect those patented achievements that are the result of his hard work as if they were his own precious treasures?
Just like the hydraulic valve group that he spent more than 700 days developing, it is still locked in a safe as a treasure of the company.
But the group couldn’t wait any longer. After three years and five technical breakthroughs, nine figures of funds were spent but little was achieved.
Liang Tingshan took off his gold-rimmed glasses and rubbed his brows: "Just tell me, which expert are you looking for?"
"Beijing Institute of Mechanical Automation, Yi Fangzhe."
The name brought sudden silence to the conference room.
Liang Tingshan recalled the rainy day five years ago when he stood at the entrance of the research institute holding a brocade box. Inside the box was a platinum gear model custom-made in Switzerland.
But the expert in overalls just waved his hand and said, "Please go back, Director Liang. The institute has a rule that prohibits accepting gifts."
"I visited this Buddha three times but failed to persuade him to come to my house."
Liang Tingshan smiled bitterly: "Last year, their director retired, and 20 companies rushed to hire him as a consultant, but in the end, all of them were rejected."
Zhou Qi glanced at his watch and said, "Please contact the research institute. If I go there now, maybe I can catch up with him before his lunch break."
When the call was connected, the sound of machine tools could be heard from the receiver.
The assistant said that Engineer Yi was debugging a new hydraulic pump and there was oil on his white coat.
Liang Tingshan grabbed the car keys and walked out - this expert was always elusive, and if he missed it today, he didn't know how long he would have to wait.
Three Mercedes-Benz cars were speeding along the ring road, with the onboard clocks pointing to 11:47.
Zhou Qi looked at the ginkgo trees flying by outside the window and stroked the patent documents in his briefcase with his fingertips. On them were the technical integration plans marked by him personally.
It was noon, and when the two arrived at the institute, it was just in time for the break.
As a frequent visitor to the institute, Liang Tingshan asked the security guard for information as he was familiar with the place. He finally put his mind at ease when he learned that Yi Fangzhe was still in the institute.
After Zhou Qi signed the registration book, he waved his hand to stop Gao Qingliang and others who were about to accompany him, and walked through the corridor towards the office with Liang Tingshan.
Pushing open the half-open frosted glass door, the scene in front of me is shocking.
In an office of less than ten square meters, all kinds of documents and materials flooded the entire workbench like a wave.
A technical expert wearing thick-framed glasses was writing quickly at his desk, with the pen in his hand moving around in the palm-sized space, as if he was submerged in a mountain of paper and a sea of ink.
"Yi Gong, I hope I am sorry for disturbing you by visiting you."
Liang Tingshan broke the silence with a professional smile.
The figure who was working looked up at the sound, and the metal frame of his glasses slipped down his nose as he moved, and was hastily pushed back into place by his owner.
After seeing the visitor clearly, Yi Fangzhe stood up hurriedly, rubbed his ink-stained right hand on the seam of his trousers before stretching it out: "Mr. Liang, it's really a honor to be here... Please take a seat."
When his eyes swept over Zhou Qi, he nodded awkwardly.
When the technicians were frantically searching for hospitality utensils, Liang Tingshan waved his hands and said, "Stop working, we..."
Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by the sound of a metal drawer colliding. Yi Fangzhe took out two crumpled banknotes and slapped them on the table. "There is a small shop on the left when you go out. Please help yourself."
This action caused the scene to suddenly freeze.
Zhou Qi observed with interest: the cuffs of the faded Mao suit were frayed, a pilled sweater was draped over the armrest of the office chair, and the metal cabinet in the corner was filled with handwritten notes.
This shabby room reveals the owner's indifference to material life.
Liang Tingshan cleared his throat and prepared to get to the point, but the other party interrupted him: "If it's a technical exchange, I'll welcome you. If it's something else..."
Yi Fangzhe suddenly grabbed a pen and slammed it hard on the drawing, and ink splashed on the yellowed draft:
"Have you seen the flow parameters of this hydraulic valve? If the error exceeds 0.3%, it will cause the pipe to burst! You business owners only know how to calculate economic accounts. Who cares about these decimal points?"
Zhou Qi held down his partner who was about to explode, and glanced at the wall full of calculation formulas.
The engineering sketch nailed to the wooden board by the window caught his attention. A cartoon smiling face was drawn among the densely packed comments, with "47th Improvement Plan" written crookedly next to it.
This detail made the corners of his mouth curl up slightly - the paranoid technology fanatic also has a cute side.
Yi Fangzhe adjusted his glasses and wrote a messy formula on the draft paper with his fountain pen: "Mr. Liang, the lobbyist you found is well prepared."
Zhou Qi smiled and took a sip of tea. "Engineer Yi, let's be frank. This hydraulic valve body design drawing on your desk should be related to the plunger pump technology blocked by Germany, right?"
Liang Tingshan was about to speak when Zhou Qi stopped him with a gesture. Yi Fangzhe paused with his pen, and suddenly stopped writing when calculating the oil pressure coefficient on the drawing.
"Last month, the Shenyang Machine Tool Factory stopped production and waited for materials, and Sany Heavy Industry's excavator production line was completely paralyzed."
Zhou Qi pushed his phone over to him. On the screen was a news clip of workers sitting in a circle in the workshop. “These old masters are playing chess at the factory gate every day, waiting for our alternative plan.”
Yi Fangzhe took off his glasses and wiped them. His eyes scanned the familiar factory uniforms on the screen and said, "What you, Shanyi Heavy Industry, want is nothing more than a share of the patents..."
"You misunderstood."
Zhou Qi pulled out the agreement from the file bag: "As long as the technical breakthrough is successful, we will supply the relevant accessories at cost price. Of course, if other manufacturers want to purchase technology licenses..."
He paused deliberately, watching Yi Fangzhe's clenched pen leave ink dots on the blank space of the agreement.
Liang Tingshan's hand holding the teacup trembled. This was completely beyond the conditions they had agreed upon in advance, but when he saw Yi Fangzhe start to look through the technical parameter attachments, he suddenly understood Zhou Qi's intention.
Hidden in those seemingly concessionary clauses are plans for the power to set standards.
"Mr. Yi, please take a look at this damping coefficient."
Zhou Qi suddenly pointed to a certain part of the drawing and said, "If we use gradient alloy materials instead, combined with the intelligent temperature control system we are developing..."
He took out a folded note from his suit pocket, on which were handwritten ideas for improvements.
Yi Fangzhe's pupils contracted slightly.
The thermal stress solution that this layman casually wrote was surprisingly similar to the unpublished calculation results he had obtained in his research institute.
The sycamore leaves outside the window rustled, and the pen finally started moving again, leaving vigorous marks of ink on the signature of the agreement.
"What?" Yi Fangzhe's voice suddenly rose.
Zhou Qi straightened his back, his tone carrying a burning warmth:
"This is a question of national integrity. Those foreigners, relying on their technological barriers, are strangling our market lifeline like a stranglehold on our neck.
Shanyi Heavy Industry put all its assets on the line, using ten times the compensation for breach of contract as a bargaining chip in exchange for the equity interests of more than 30 cooperative enterprises..."