Zhao Fugui's words made Zhang Dongsheng raise his head with the last glimmer of hope.

"I know the dilemma you are facing now. It is definitely not an easy task to break through the technological blockade imposed on China by the United States and other parties.

But we might as well think about it from another angle. As each other's biggest rivals, the United States and the Bears United can be said to dislike each other.

Since nano-level nozzle technology cannot be obtained from the United States, why can't we find a way from Xiong Lian?"

Zhao Fugui's words made Zhang Dongsheng's eyes light up. He was indeed a little narrow-sighted.

When I thought about foreign countries, the first thing that came to mind was Yingmi, and Europe.

It is true that Xiong Lian, who is so close at hand, has been somewhat overlooked, but in fact, the strength of this country today cannot be underestimated at all.

This is a tyrannical existence that can truly compete with the United States!

"Director Zhao, do you have connections? I don't have any connections here."

Zhao Fugui did not refuse. In his opinion, helping Zhang Dongsheng was helping China. Perhaps this idea may not be very conspicuous in later generations, but it is common today.

It is not difficult for everyone to do something simple for the country.

"Don't worry, there should be no problem. Leave it to me!"

With Zhao Fugui's words, Zhang Dongsheng breathed a sigh of relief. Although the equipment was not yet available, it was already in the best condition.

The matter was basically resolved and the atmosphere became much more relaxed.

Only then did Zhao Fugui have the opportunity to speak.

"Dongsheng, what did you just give to my boy? He couldn't wait to take it. He looks more familiar with it than me, a father."

Hearing Zhao Fugui's question, Zhang Dongsheng also showed a bit of a smile on his face.

"Hehehehe, a little gadget, the latest game console developed by our factory is currently only distributed in Jiangcheng and has not been sold here.

So it’s relatively novel, and children all like this stuff.”

Unexpectedly, Zhang Dongsheng, who makes precision electronics, also produces game consoles.

For Fengtian Heavy Industries, this area is completely weak and blank.

I didn’t know much about it at all, so I couldn’t help but ask.

"Dongsheng, you young people have quick minds and flexible minds. With such a family fortune at such a young age, your vision is very important.

You said in the future, what will happen to my Fengtian Heavy Industry and Fengtian?"

Since the early days of the founding of the People's Republic of China, Northeast China has always been an old industrial base. Fengtian City, in particular, has seen the rise of heavy industry and can be said to be the construction foundation of the country.

It's just that over the years, Zhao Fugui can feel it himself without anyone else telling him.

Fengtian is no longer as prosperous as the mainland. With the rise of a series of big cities such as Shanghai and Shenzhen, Fengtian's status has gradually become a bit embarrassing.

When heavy industry is no longer the most important industry, where will this old industrial center go?

Zhao Fugui's words made Zhang Dongsheng silent for a moment. He didn't know how to speak.

Of course he knows what Fengtian Heavy Industries will look like in the future.

But if you really told this to the man in front of you, wouldn't it be too cruel for him, for this man who dedicated half his life to Fengtian Heavy Industries?

"Who knows in the future? But let me tell you, maybe after the country's development and construction reaches a certain level, there won't be that much demand for heavy industry.

It would also be good to develop light industry appropriately, isn’t it?”

Zhang Dongsheng's words were very tactful, but Zhao Fugui could understand them.

The smile on his face felt lonely for a moment, but then he became cheerful again.

"No matter what, the country still needs heavy industry after all! Even if the demand for heavy industry is not that much, there is still demand after all.

Since I, as the director of this heavy factory, do heavy work one day, I will do heavy work all my life!

Dongsheng, if you have never experienced the charm of that kind of metal or the wildness of that kind of large machinery, I am afraid you will never understand that kind of joy!"

Looking at the man who was smiling again, Zhang Dongsheng could only nod.

Isn’t it that the new China has stood up bit by bit in the hands of generations of Chinese people and stood tall in the east of the world?

Sometimes he was really lucky to be able to return to this era and watch the rise of this Eastern giant.

And being able to contribute to this rise, Zhang Dongsheng feels very lucky.

After chatting for a while, Zhao Fugui's wife came out of the back room.

"What are you talking about? You are having such a good time chatting. Lao Zhao, please stay with the guests. I'm going to get two side dishes. Don't leave in a while and just have some drinks here."

Hearing this, Zhang Dongsheng looked at his watch and found that it was already past 11 o'clock, and it would be noon soon.

Zhao Fugui's wife is pregnant, so it's really not appropriate for her to be busy cooking.

But when I got up and wanted to leave, I really couldn't leave at all. The hospitality of the Northeastern people was fully demonstrated at this moment.

"Don't be busy, don't be busy. She always cooks at home on weekdays, just two side dishes, nothing to do.

The doctor also said that more exercise is good for the fetus, so don’t worry it will be fine.”

Seeing Zhao Fugui pulling him, mumbling, and pushing him back on the sofa, Zhang Dongsheng also smiled bitterly.

At noon, sure enough, there wasn't much, just 4 simple dishes, all home-style stir-fries.

The taste is naturally completely different from the one in Jiangcheng, very Northeastern, but Zhang Dongsheng tasted it pretty good.

What shocked him a little was that during the meal, both Director Zhao and his wife brought over liquor, and they took turns taking turns.

Jiang Bing and Zhang Dongsheng were drunk immediately. They had no idea that the two of them could not even handle a pregnant woman with their drinking capacity.

Even when they left Director Zhao's house, the two of them didn't know where Bei was, so they called a taxi and fell into a deep sleep when they returned to the hotel.

"Come on, come on, get up!"

Zhang Dongsheng was confused, struggled to do it, and threw aside the leg that was pressing on his stomach.

I looked at my watch, it was 4:30 in the morning.

After taking a look at Jiang Bing, who was sleeping here with him, he was a little confused and couldn't remember how the two of them came back yesterday.

Fortunately, the clothes were quite neat and there was no dirt on the bed or floor.

Although the two of them were not good drinkers, their wine quality was acceptable. If one of them actually vomited all over the room, he would really suffer.

"Ah... Dongsheng? Where... is this?"
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