Technology overlord starts with baby

At around nine o'clock in the morning of the next day, Alberto Weiershao called Mo Jingchun unhurriedly.

He had checked with someone, and Mo Jingchun must be in the company at this time, and he would not be in the laboratory either.

Everything is just right.

"Ms. Xia, this is my little thought."

At the gate of the Science and Technology Park, Alberto Weirshaw, who had just got off the car, took out a small gift box and handed it to Xia Xiaomin who came to pick him up, under the watchful eyes of everyone.

For a while, Xia Xiaomin looked at Alberto Weirxiao in surprise.

After so long, it was the first time someone bribed her.

Say smart, you are so blatant, is it really okay?

Those huge cameras, really thought they were decorations.

No, no, no one really thinks that Zero is artificially retarded.

Xia Xiaomin smiled politely and said, "No, thank you, Mr. Alberto Vershaw."

"No, no, no! I don't think Mr. Mo will mind."

In the office, Mo Jingchun rubbed his nose.

This guy must have studied psychology, or brought a psychology scholar.

Otherwise, how would he have guessed his thoughts.

Be a human being, don't prostitute or prostitute.

Being able to whore for nothing is a person's ability.

At the entrance of the science and technology park, the four eyes met, as if all the surrounding sounds disappeared at this moment.

At this moment, Xia Xiaomin raised her brows, and under Alberto Vershaw's astonished eyes, she directly took the small gift box and put it in her pocket.

After seeing Xia Xiaomin's earphone in Xia Xiaomin's left ear and glancing at the cameras facing the door, Alberto Weirshaw was thoughtful.

"Mr. Alberto Wilshaw, please."

In the monitoring room, Zhou Xing soaked wolfberries in a thermos cup, like an old man watching a play.

The only pity is that there is no sound. If not, it would be very interesting to think about the live broadcast with sound.

Zhou Xing was very pleased to see the group of international friends who came here in the past two days and came together later.

This shows that Xiaochun's business is getting higher and higher.

More than half an hour later, Mo Jingchun stood by the window, watching Alberto Weirxiao leave, he couldn't help but shook his head.

"This guy is as different as ever."

Other agents came to discuss business.

And Alberto Weirshaw came and sat for half an hour, drank a few cups of tea, just chatted, and didn't talk about intelligent bionic limbs at all.

"He didn't have the same arrogance as the others."

"If it is an enemy, it will be a formidable enemy."

Regarding this point, Mo Jingchun had no doubts at all.

Ten minutes later, Xia Xiaomin came back, and Mo Jingchun also returned to his office to read.

"Boss, this is what Alberto Wilshaw gave you."

Mo Jingchun glanced up and said indifferently:

"You take what is given to you."

"As long as there is no problem with this kind of thing, don't go whoring for nothing."

The corner of Xia Xiaomin's mouth twitched. That's what the boss said before, otherwise she wouldn't have accepted the gift obediently.

Out of curiosity, Xia Xiaomin directly opened the small box in front of the boss.

Inside turned out to be a piece of jade.

Well, Xia Xiaomin's eyes are blackened, and she can't judge the value of this thing at all.

Mo Jingchun glanced at it and curled his lips. He thought there was something good, but it turned out to be a piece of broken jade.

Zero even gave the price, thirty-one thousand.

Make it clear that there can be no more.

That's it? That's it?

"Take it. If it doesn't work, sell it. It's estimated to be around 30,000 yuan. Well, it's not a rice knife."

Xia Xiaomin put the jade back into the box, ready to sell it after work.

There may be some problems with the things sent by outsiders.

It's better to sell it and donate the money to the children in the mountains.

Mo Jingchun looked at Xia Xiaomin and said, "Tomorrow's meeting has been arranged. Since they are all here, it's time for a showdown."

"Okay, boss."

Looking back at the book, Mo Jingchun's mind was not on it.

Smart bionic limbs are destined to be the same as the cure for leukemia.

Leukemia specific drugs can be mass-produced, but smart bionic limbs cannot.

The bionic limb data of each demander is different, without exception, all require customized production.

This largely limits the production of bionic limbs.

But this is also impossible.

The factory can be expanded.

But for the intelligent production line, Mo Jingchun will never build a factory abroad.

Foreign credit is notorious.

Let Su Wenyan go to investigate suitable places to build factories, but I don't know how they found it.

In several hotels, other agents shook their heads with a smile when they learned that Alberto Verchet was sent out within half an hour.

It seems that this great cleverness also hit a wall with Mo Jingchun.

A day passed quickly, Mo Jingchun sent the little guy to the kindergarten and went straight to the office.

For the meeting at 9:30, the agent estimated that he would arrive after 8:00.

Fortunately, Xia Xiaomin was there to receive him, so he just had to attend the meeting on time at 9:30.

In the conference room, more than a dozen agents were chatting and laughing. It was hard to see that everyone was a competitor, but they looked more like old friends who hadn't seen each other for many years.

In fact, as long as they have the opportunity, they will never hesitate to stab a knife in the back.

Shopping malls are like battlefields, not just talk.

Mo Jingchun smiled and pushed the door open.

"Everyone, long time no see."

A few minutes later, Mo Jingchun who sat down gradually put away his smile, and said straight to the point:

"Everyone, everyone's goal is the same, and that is money."

"Then I'll get straight to the point and stop talking nonsense."

Mo Jingchun glanced at Alberto Weirshaw vaguely, and said:

"Let me make it clear that I will not build factories abroad, which is very unfriendly to me."

"I won't say the reason, but I think all the gentlemen have the answer in their hearts."

"In addition, you also know that bionic limbs can only be customized, and mass production cannot be achieved at all. This also leads to insufficient production capacity and long production cycles."

"However, in half a year at most, the production capacity problem will be alleviated to a large extent."

"It's still the old way. If you are willing to cooperate, OK, you can sign the contract today. In terms of price, it's still the old rules. I just pay the ex-factory price."

The meeting room was a little quiet, and several agents were frowning.

Alberto Weiershao raised his hand and asked, "Mr. Mo, I would like to ask how much the regional agent will pay this time, or whether it will be auctioned."

Looking at Alberto Weirxiao, Mo Jingchun smiled and said:

"I was going to talk about this in a while, but since Mr. Alberto Weiershao asked about it, I'll talk about it first."

"This time, regardless of the regional agency, whoever buys the most, that is whose ability, it all depends on your own means."

All by means, this time, Zhou didn't get it. More people are frowning.

In this way, with competition, everyone will earn less money.