vrcanaries Chapter 91: When was this production line shipped from the United States?
Chapter 91: When was this production line shipped from the United States?
Zhao Yuan found his own bed, put his luggage away, and then took out the two eggs and two sausages that Lin Fangfang had cooked for him that morning. After eating, he quickly washed up and went to bed.
He was indeed very tired these past few days, and only a good rest could clear his mind.
Soon, Zhao Yuan drifted off to sleep to the clanging sound of the train wheels rubbing against the rails.
The next morning, when Zhao Yuan woke up, he found that most of the passengers opposite him were still fast asleep.
He quickly climbed out of bed, relieved himself, and then sat on the edge of the bed, lost in thought.
Zhao Yuan's mind was filled with various ideas, and in the end, he successfully completed a series of plans, including the food factory's rules and regulations, employee management, welfare and leave system, as well as marketing strategies and personnel arrangements for ham sausages and braised dishes.
These works were all written by him in one go.
Zhao Yuan sat quietly in his seat, his gaze fixed on the view outside the window.
The scenery outside the window flew by at an astonishing speed, and it was already early summer outside.
After more than a day of bumpy travel and commotion, finally, around 6 a.m. on Thursday, the train's public address system announced:
"Attention passengers, we have arrived at Bingcheng Station. Please take your luggage and prepare to disembark."
With this announcement, the green train slowly pulled into Bingcheng Station, making a clanging sound.
Zhao Yuan picked up his luggage, walked steadily out of the train carriage, and stepped into this unfamiliar city—the Ice City. Although it was already the beginning of summer, the northern climate was still cold, and the chill was still strong. Zhao Yuan couldn't help but hunch his shoulders, trying to ward off the cold.
As Zhao Yuan walked towards the exit, he saw a man holding a sign that read "Zhao Yuan" in the distance.
Zhao Yuan strode over to the person holding the "Zhao Yuan" sign and addressed him.
"Hello, I am Zhaoyuan."
"Hello, Comrade Zhaoyuan, I am Wu Ping from the office of Bingcheng Fertilizer Plant. Welcome to Bingcheng."
After Wu Ping finished speaking, he took the luggage bag from Zhao Yuan and led Zhao Yuan out of the train station.
There was a jeep parked on the road outside the train station. They walked over to the car and got in. There was a driver in the car.
"Comrade Zhaoyuan, this is our factory's driver, Master Liu."
Wu Ping introduced himself to Zhao Yuan as soon as he got on the bus.
"Hello, Master Liu."
Zhao Yuan greeted him.
"Okay, let's go back to the factory."
After saying that, Mr. Liu stepped on the gas and drove towards the fertilizer plant.
As soon as they got on the bus, Wu Ping handed Zhao Yuan an English instruction manual.
Zhao Yuan quickly glanced at it in the car.
Wu Ping first arranged for Zhao Yuan to stay at the factory's guesthouse. After Zhao Yuan went in and washed up briefly, he looked much more refreshed.
Afterwards, Wu Ping took him to the cafeteria for breakfast.
When the steaming hot breakfast was served, Zhao Yuan felt a warmth spread from his stomach throughout his body, making him feel cozy and warm.
This breakfast not only nourished his body but also lifted his spirits.
Due to the tight schedule, Wu Ping and Zhao Yuan rushed to the office building after breakfast.
Upon entering the conference room, Zhao Yuan found it already full of people, and the atmosphere was very lively.
Wu Ping led Zhao Yuan to the front row, pointed to the middle seat and said to Zhao Yuan, "Comrade Zhao Yuan, this is Lei Jianjun."
Then he turned to Lei Jianjun and introduced him: "Director Lei, this is Zhaoyuan."
Zhao Yuan extended his hand to shake hands with Lei Jianjun, and said with a smile, "Director Lei, it's a pleasure to meet you."
Lei Jianjun responded warmly: "Comrade Zhaoyuan, I am Lei Jianjun. I'm so glad to finally meet you in person. You must be tired from your journey! Please have a seat."
As he spoke, Wu Ping led Zhao Yuan to a seat near Lei Jianjun.
After Zhao Yuan sat down, he looked around the conference room, then stood up and said with a smile, "Hello everyone, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting."
His voice conveyed a hint of apology and respect, revealing his humility and friendliness.
"Everyone's here. Since time is tight, let's finish translating the instruction manual first. Comrade Zhaoyuan, we already translated it once before you arrived. Would it be alright if we just go through it once?"
Lei Jianjun turned to Zhao Yuan and sought his opinion.
"Well, yes."
Zhao Yuan nodded.
So everyone started translating the English instructions line by line. But after a few lines, they realized that the final translations were basically based on Zhao Yuan's suggestions. In the end, someone suggested that Zhao Yuan finish translating first, and then everyone could check each line one by one. This would be much faster.
Everyone agreed, so Zhao Yuan picked up a pen and started writing rapidly. The speed at which Zhao Yuan wrote astonished everyone present. What took others an entire morning to translate was a manual that Zhao Yuan finished in half an hour.
Zhao Yuan picked up the translated instruction manual and checked the remaining content line by line. This was indeed much more efficient. Everyone just needed to decide whether they agreed or not, and offer some minor suggestions. In less than half an hour, the remaining translation was finalized.
After finalizing all the details, Zhao Yuan handed his translated instruction manual to Lei Jianjun.
Lei Jianjun took the paper and his eyes lit up. The handwriting was clear and neat, as if it had been printed. He couldn't help but exclaim in amazement:
"Comrade Zhaoyuan, your handwriting is so beautiful! And you write so fast, yet you still manage to keep it so neat. Amazing, what a skill!"
Zhao Yuan smiled slightly and said modestly:
"You flatter me. I'm just used to writing quickly."
Hearing Lei Jianjun describe his skill as amazing, Zhao Yuan muttered to himself.
Since Zhao Yuan's rebirth, he has been able to write with ease, writing quickly and beautifully.
He initially thought it was the original owner's ability, but later Lin Fangfang also expressed surprise at his writing speed.
A hint of doubt flashed through Zhao Yuan's mind.
Then, everyone began to discuss the reception arrangements for the American experts who were scheduled to arrive around 10:00 AM.
Based on the experience from the Huzhou chemical plant incident, this time we didn't spend too much time discussing this issue. We decided to receive them according to the standard expert reception criteria, but we still arranged for someone to pick them up and drop them off.
"Zhaoyuan, this time we invited two cameramen and a reporter from Bingcheng TV to participate in our meeting and report on it."
Lei Jianjun said.
"Hmm, very good. Director Lei, when was this production line shipped from the United States?"
Zhao Yuan asked.
"It should have been shipped from the United States more than 20 days ago."
Lei Jianjun said.
"Besides the assembly line, what other raw materials or things depend on them?"
Zhao Yuan blurted out the question.
"Yes, there is a catalyst that must be imported from the United States. The import price is 1 US dollars per ton, and one ton of catalyst is needed to produce 10 tons of potash fertilizer."