Wang Yu's words left Andre speechless, his laughter abruptly cut off as if his throat had been choked.
Would it sell?
Nonsense! If it could be sold, why would he have to shamelessly linger here and not leave? Did he think that living under someone else's roof, mooching food and drink, was easy?
Here, the food wasn't good, sleep wasn't good, and there wasn't even any vodka!
"This..."
Andre was suddenly unable to speak, while Wang Yu continued to speak with a smile.
"Since you've investigated me, I also know about your situation. I'm afraid your country's economy is already on the verge of collapse internally. These devices you have in hand, if they can't be sold, are just scrap metal. In other words, who would be willing to buy them?"
Wang Yu's words were like sharp arrows, piercing directly into Andre's heart.
"I... this..."
He knew Wang Yu was right. Their great motherland was now deeply mired in trouble, with its economy almost on the brink of collapse.
Many factories couldn't even operate those advanced industrial equipment.
These devices were truly, as Wang Yu said, worse than scrap metal!
That's why he had been running around everywhere, seeking help and connections, trying to sell his technological designs and domestic industrial equipment!
But, the result was utterly powerless.
Private factories lacked the capacity and strength to take on their equipment, while state-owned units were either struggling to protect themselves or, under the mentality of not seeking merit but only avoiding demerit, were unwilling to act.
So, it really couldn't be sold!
"How is it? Has anyone bought your equipment? Can you tell me which unit it is?" Wang Yu said with a grin, his words adding insult to injury to Andre.
"This... someone will buy it," Andre said with a conflicted expression.
"So, instead of this, it would be better to sell it to me at a cheaper price," Wang Yu said.
"I can acquire your automated industrial designs, as well as your domestic equipment. This would also be worthy of your research efforts.
What do you say? Shall we have a good talk?"
"This... let me think about it," Andre said hesitantly. "And I'll have to discuss it with my country."
"Of course. Since you could find out about me, you should know how to contact our automotive factory. I await your good news."
As he finished speaking, Wang Yu stood up and left.
Before reaching the door, he turned back and said, "I'll probably be in Jianghan City for a few more days. If you've made up your mind, we can discuss it anytime."
"Okay!" Andre finally nodded heavily.
Leaving Andre's room, Wang Yu returned to his own suite.
He hadn't expected his luck to be so good upon arriving in the provincial capital. On the first day, he had negotiated two deals and, at the same time, resolved a nagging concern: the qualification for the East Continent Industrial Expo.
Moreover, his cooperation with the Bus General Factory was highly promising, definitely not a losing business!
As for Andre's situation, it was likely a done deal. He might even be able to get a good bargain and purchase a large batch of advanced equipment at a low price, thus solving his current problem of material scarcity.
Thinking about it this way, coming to the provincial capital and competing with Qinglu Group, regardless of the outcome, he would ultimately be the big winner.
As the saying goes, a loss in the morning can be a gain in the evening. If Wu Lingling's sister, who had an eye on her head, knew how she had dealt with her, it would have inadvertently benefited him. He wondered what she would think, hoping she wouldn't explode with anger.
Thinking of this, Wang Yu couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth and prepared to turn off the lights to rest.
However, he suddenly remembered Wu Lingling's earlier instructions. After smelling the strong odor from Andre's room on himself, Wang Yu decided to take a good bath!
Otherwise, if he went to sleep like this, he would likely be too disgusted to sleep, and Wu Lingling might not even talk to him tomorrow.
...
At the same time, in another corner of the provincial capital, in a not-so-large classroom, the lights were a bit dim.
The blackboard was densely covered with various English words and short sentences. Li Mo, the bar singer and chuunibyo training instructor Wang Yu had encountered before, stood in front of a makeshift podium with a serious expression, waving a pointer at the words on the blackboard.
"Repeat after me... english!"
"English!"
A group of more than a dozen students, sparsely, repeated after him.
"No, louder, enunciate clearly, like me! english..."
Li Mo corrected loudly, gesticulating wildly, his tone manic and excited, as if possessed by the soul of a passionate, moustachioed painter.
"English!"
The students followed him again.
"No, with passion, loud, look at me..."
Li Mo shouted, spitting with saliva, and the students, along with him, entered a state of fervor.
The voices grew louder and the tone more intense.
"Very good. Now, let's review the next word. Repeat after me..."
Li Mo once again led all the students to repeat after him.
"..."
After about half an hour, the students were all hoarse. Li Mo took a breath and gently took a sip from the enamel mug on the podium.
"Very good, you all did very well! Do you know why your parents sent you to this cram school?"
Catching his breath, Li Mo asked the students.
"To improve our grades?" a student timidly replied.
"Yes, and no!" Li Mo said enigmatically. "It's not just about your academic performance. English will gradually become an important skill in the future, a necessary means for your livelihood, a stepping stone to a higher social class. Therefore, you must learn English, learn it well, and pour as much emotion into it as your teacher!
Do you know why you are different from your teacher?"
"Why?"
The students asked in unison.
"Because you lack a correct learning method and excellent learning tools!" Li Mo said with great passion. "And I have already taught you the method. What you lack now is a tool. As the saying goes, to do a good job, one must first sharpen one's tools. Your teacher has a Walkman here, which can be said to be a super-powerful weapon for learning English, a ultimate magical artifact that you have never heard of or seen elsewhere!"
As he spoke, Li Mo walked past each student, placing a promotional flyer in front of them.
The ink on the flyer was printed somewhat crudely, clearly rushed to produce. The content on it was exactly the introduction to the Walkman from the product catalog that Wang Yu had given him earlier.
"I'm telling you this secret weapon for your own good. Others don't even have the right to know about it. The original price was 1999 yuan. Now, I can give you a group purchase price, and you can take it home for only 999 yuan.
There is a purchase information form on the back of the flyer. Those who are interested can discuss it with your parents when you get home, then fill in the information and give it to your teacher tomorrow.
If the product doesn't work, you don't pay. You can always find me if you have any problems."
In the dim classroom, Li Mo's passionate voice echoed, along with the surprised eyes of the students.
...
After a night's sleep, Wang Yu felt refreshed. After a simple wash-up, he was about to go out for breakfast. The friendly attendant from the guesthouse was already knocking on his door.
"Wang Yu? Is that you, Wang Yu? You have an urgent phone call!"