King of Industry

Chapter 190: Mentor Mao born

  Chapter 190 Mentor Mao born

  When everyone came out of the workshop, those heads looked at Zhao Guoyang with admiration.

  This young researcher feels like an encyclopedia, whether it is a complete vehicle, an engine, or a production line, he is proficient in everything.

   Moreover, his attainments in every aspect seemed to be unfathomable. Even Minister Xia, who was recognized as the best technically in the factory, paled in comparison in front of him, as if a student had met a teacher.

  At noon, Lu Zhixing, as the host, invited everyone to have a meal in the newly built guest house in the factory.

  During the dinner, Lu Zhixing toasted Director Wang respectfully, and really put himself in the position of the other party's deputy.

  Seeing Lao Lu, who is extremely conceited, he finally gave in, and the deputy general manager Wu Jianbing who accompanied him finally heaved a sigh of relief.

  In the afternoon, everyone went back to the meeting room for a meeting to study and discuss the future market and development of commercial vehicles in China.

  During the period, although Zhao Guoyang didn't talk much, he often pointed to the most important link, which can be said to be thought-provoking and straight to the core.

  Now, in the eyes of everyone, he is no longer a young man, but an undoubted industry expert and super expert.

  …

  The meeting lasted until five o'clock in the evening. Originally, Mr. Lu wanted to invite everyone to eat and drink, but was declined by Director Wang.

   After all, Wang Ziqing is still the director of the Provincial Machine Works Committee, so he can have a working meal at noon. It is unreasonable to continue to eat and drink in the factory below this evening.

   When they left, Zhu Maotao and Zhao Siyan were in the car of Jinling Automobile Group Company.

  The Jinling University of Technology where they are located is in Pukou, and it will not take long to get there.

  Zhao Guoyang made an appointment with them for dinner tomorrow, and then got into Director Wang's car.

  As soon as the car started, Liu Renhe, who was sitting in the front passenger seat, couldn't help but start talking.

  Today, the Provincial Mechanical Industry Committee can be regarded as proud. Although Liu Renhe didn't play much role, he was still very happy to see Lu Zhixing subdued to Director Wang.

   "Guoyang, the director is really right to bring you today."

  Liu Renhe smiled cheerfully, "Did you see the 'resentful' look in our Mr. Lu's eyes when he shook hands with you and said goodbye just now. I see him, he almost tied you up in the factory. Haha..."

  Listening to what Liu Renhe said was interesting, Wang Ziqing couldn't help showing a smile.

  Indeed, Zhao Guoyang's performance today gave him and the Provincial Machine Works Committee a good face.

   Now Wang Ziqing is very fortunate to have given the "Certificate of Employment" from the Provincial Machine Works Committee to Zhao Guoyang early.

   "Guoyang, don't listen to Lao Liu's nonsense."

  Wang Ziqing looked at Zhao Guoyang and asked, "Is the commercial vehicle series you mentioned today really so sure?"

   "Well, I didn't dare to guarantee it at first. But after looking at the production line of Jinling Automobile Group Company, I think it is 80-90% sure, there are still some!" Zhao Guoyang thought for a while and replied seriously.

   "Well, you've said that, then basically there's no problem!" Wang Ziqing heard that, a big rock that was half hanging in his heart finally fell to the ground.

   "Oh, by the way, Guoyang, if you have nothing to do, let's have dinner together tonight. Lao Liu, Jiang Hong and I will accompany you together!" Wang Ziqing was in a good mood and couldn't help but send out the invitation.

   "This...Director Wang, I'm going back to school to visit the teacher tonight, and I've already made an appointment with him, look..." Zhao Guoyang said a little embarrassed.

   "Oh, that's it, that's no problem, you go and do your work. Anyway, there will be more opportunities to eat in the future!" Wang Ziqing waved his hand and said with a smile.

  Sent Zhao Guoyang downstairs to the hotel, and after instructing him a few words, Wang Ziqing rolled up the car window and roared away.

  After returning to the hotel, Zhao Guoyang picked up the cigarettes and alcohol he had prepared, hurried out, took a taxi, and went straight to his alma mater.

  …

   The staff dormitory of Jinling University of Technology is just outside the campus of the school.

  Rows of uniform houses are located next to the new and fashionable tennis court, which looks very layered.

  Dean Mao Tiansheng's house is on the first floor. Zhao Guoyang often came here when he was in school, and he is very familiar with him.

   Knocked on the door of 103, Zhao Guoyang was somewhat excited.

   It has been almost half a year since I graduated from school, and this is the first time I have come back to visit this mentor who has left a deep imprint in my mind. Of course, I feel a little different.

   "Wait a minute, here we come!" A crisp voice responded.

   Not long after, the door opened, and a middle-aged woman who looked to be in her forties, plump and well-maintained was standing at the door.

   "Master, hello!" Zhao Guoyang felt a burst of warmth when he saw this kind-faced woman.

  Weng Aiqin, the wife of Dean Mao Tiansheng, wife of Zhao Guoyang. He has always regarded Zhao Guoyang as his own, and takes good care of him.

   "Guoyang, it's really you!" Seeing Zhao Guoyang, Weng Aiqin was overjoyed, stepped forward and took his hand, willing to let go.

   "Old man, your most proud disciple has come to see you, come out!"

  Following his wife into the house, Zhao Guoyang saw the teacher coming out of the study.

   "Teacher, I'm here to see you!" Zhao Guoyang's voice was a little excited when he saw that the teacher's temples had grown a lot of gray.

   "Guoyang, good job! Hey, come as soon as you come, what else do you bring!" Seeing the cigarettes and alcohol in Zhao Guoyang's hand, Mao Tiansheng was rather displeased.

   "Teacher, I..." I don't know why, in front of this majestic teacher, Zhao Guoyang's tongue is not as sharp as before, so he can only smile.

   "Okay, let's put it there for now, and take it back when we leave. The teacher doesn't need anything. It would be great if you could come and see me!" Mao Tiansheng casually pointed and said indifferently.

  Having not seen each other for half a year, Mao Tiansheng was pleased to see that his favorite disciple had faded from the youthfulness of the past and became mature.

   "Both of you, sit down first, and there are two dishes left, and the meal will be ready soon." The wife pushed Zhao Guoyang's arm lovingly, turned and went into the kitchen.

  Sitting beside Dean Mao, Zhao Guoyang felt the curious gaze from the other side.

   "Guoyang, some time ago, academician Li Kejian from Beijing suddenly called me and asked me about your situation. You should know about this, right?"

   "Teacher, I know, I got in touch with Mr. Li later." Zhao Guoyang nodded.

   "Well, Academician Li thinks highly of you. It can be seen that after you graduate, your work is going well. In this way, I can feel relieved." Mao Tiansheng sighed.

  Zhao Guoyang knew why the teacher showed regret. Originally, when he graduated, he could go directly to graduate school, and the teacher always hoped that he could inherit his mantle.

   It's just a pity that I couldn't achieve it because of my own personal reasons.

   Now that he heard that he had made some achievements and was appreciated by old experts, Mao Tiansheng felt more at ease.

   After chatting for a while, Zhao Guoyang talked about some important things about himself after graduation to the teacher.

  After listening to his narration, Mao Tiansheng nodded repeatedly, and when he looked at his beloved disciple, there was a hint of admiration and pride in his eyes.

  (end of this chapter)

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