Chapter 72 Contradiction

A certain residential area.

In an old house with two bedrooms and one living room with an area of ​​less than 60 square meters.

At six o'clock in the afternoon, Wang Xinran, a sophomore at the nearby private Mingyu High School, went home from school.

She is 17 years old this year. She is tall and slim. She is 1.75 meters tall. Her appearance is inherited from her mother. She has a slender baby face and a pair of peach blossom eyes that are like a pair of autumn water. She occasionally flashes with ripples. She is versatile in sports and is a basketball girl. The main player of the school team, with a slim and graceful figure, he is very popular among boys.

On average, I receive more than a dozen letters of confession every week.

But she also has her troubles.

Recently, pleated plaid skirts and JK sailor suits are very popular among school girls. Almost every girl has bought several sets. After the school lifted the relevant ban, there has been a wave of collecting craze among girls.

Red plaid skirt, pink plaid skirt, cyan plaid skirt, orange plaid skirt... there are so many that you can put together a rainbow suit.

TR fabrics, polyester fabrics, wool fabrics...there are dozens of types of fabrics.

With different combinations, you won’t even have enough space in a wall of wardrobe.

The price ranges from a few hundred to several thousand, but it is rare to buy one for less than 100 yuan.

Of course Wang Xinran is also a girl who loves beauty. Of course she wants to own the pleated plaid skirts that others have and wants to buy a few.

But her father didn’t give her much pocket money.

Besides, the school charges thousands of yuan in school uniform fees every year, and issues two sets of blue and white, loose and bulky, but relatively durable traditional school uniforms every year... It’s not like she has nothing to wear, so she has to buy extra ones that are fancy and too revealing. What's the skirt for?

Thinking of this, she felt very aggrieved.

Just a few dresses, only a few hundred yuan, and many girls in her class even learned how to put on makeup, using high-end cosmetics that cost hundreds or thousands of dollars!

She has always been plain-faced, as rustic as an ugly duckling, and many girls are mocking her behind her back.

But she couldn't blame her father.

Because the tuition fee for private Mingyu High School is 30,000 yuan a year, plus the expenses of cram schools, specialty classes and other expenses, she spends at least 70,000 to 80,000 yuan a year.

Dad worked hard and earned less than 10,000 yuan a month. He lived frugally and spent most of the money on her.

More importantly, this father is not his biological father, and the two are not related by blood.

She really has no right to ask her father to do more for her. She should be content and grateful, and she does not have the same right to act coquettishly as her peers.

Think of this.

She couldn't help but hate her irresponsible mother.

I hate why she wants to be such a showy woman?

Hate her for not living a down-to-earth life, leaving her with a broken home and depriving her of complete love?

I used to hate my dad for being an honest and weak man who couldn't even grasp his own happiness, and instead licked him until he had nothing.

But thinking about her father's selfless sacrifice for her over the years, she slowly couldn't hate her anymore. She only blamed herself for not being born into the right family.

"Of course, dad is back."

The door clicked open. Dad, who usually doesn't get off work until eight or nine in the evening, came back early today.

She was also holding a piece of her favorite Roast Duck from the Royal Food Garden in her hand.

With a smile on his face, he said to her who was doing her homework: "Dad changed his job today and will work as a full-time driver for a rich boss. Not to mention the work is a lot less. His salary is 30,000 yuan a month and he drives a taxi." three times!"

"Thirty thousand?"

Wang Xinran was no longer in the mood to do his homework. He immediately jumped up from his chair and said excitedly: "Dad, you are so lucky and how did you find a job with such a high salary?"

"I told you good people will be rewarded."

Wang Guoxin sighed: "It was a friend who helped introduce me. When he was in trouble, I lent him a thousand yuan. Not only did he return the money, he also introduced me to such a good job. I don't know how. thank him."

"Very good!"

Wang Xinran clapped his hands excitedly and circled around his father twice. He was as happy as today for the first time, "Our family's life will be much better in the future. Long live the good man and long live dad!"

Suddenly something moved in her heart, she stopped and said, "Dad, can you give me five hundred yuan? I want to buy some nice skirts."

"no problem!"

Wang Guoxin readily agreed, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes bloomed with laughter.

…

The next morning.

Black Hole Technology Company, downstairs of the office building.

Wei Ming saw Wang Guoxin, who was wearing a suit and standing in front of him with some restraint.

After looking around, Wei Ming's first impression of him was pretty good. He had thick eyebrows, big eyes, thick and dark skin, and he had an honest and accommodating image. He made him feel more at ease at first glance.

"Old Wang, you should be able to drive an electric car, right?" Wei Ming took out the car key from his bag.

"I have been driving an electric taxi for two years, and now electric cars are much easier to drive than fuel cars."

Wang Guoxin grinned, showing some white teeth.

"Okay, I'll give you the car key. First, get familiar with the car. We'll wait downstairs at any time for breakfast, lunch and dinner." Wei Ming threw the key into his hand.

"Understood, thank you boss!"

Wang Guoxin bent down and nodded, his face beaming with joy.

…

Level 16.

Blackhole Technology Company office area.

Wei Ming had just walked to the door when he heard a fierce quarrel.

"Li Yi, you are totally fooling around. This is not how a lithography machine is made. There are 100,000 high-precision parts in it. Currently, at most half of them can be solved domestically. The remaining half can only be found from non-U.S. regions. Import, you can’t just assemble some domestic parts without having the foreign parts in place!”

Pu Weicai said in an annoyed voice.

"When will the foreign parts arrive? The high-precision gyro motors ordered from the island country should arrive in a week, but as soon as they found out that we were making photolithography machines, they immediately said they would arrive in three months; the hydraulic buffers ordered from Germany were also said to be delivered in three months... You delay for three months, I delay for three months, when will our photolithography machines be manufactured?" Li Yi said in a rough voice.

"Waiting for three months is not too long. I have encountered situations where I have to wait for three years. When encountering such a thing, you must be patient and take other measures to solve the problem. Now our company is not short of money. As long as we add money, triple or quintuple, and give enough, we don't have to wait for three months, and the parts will arrive."

"This is called being controlled by others! The manufacturing cost of the lithography machine will be much higher than others, and the parts I bought are not bought blindly. They are all the best quality among domestic parts, and the precision has reached the standard for use. Why can't domestic parts be used to replace them?"

"It's not enough to just be usable!"

Pu Weicai shook his head repeatedly: "You have to ensure that the lithography machine can be used for a long time for six months, three years, or five years without a single failure in the middle. Even if domestic parts are used to replace them, they can be used, but there will be a small repair every three days and a major repair every five days. The continuity of production cannot be guaranteed, and the foundry will not buy them at all."

"Let it be usable first!"

Li Yi insisted on his idea: "As long as it can be used, the remaining small problems can be solved one by one. First, solve whether there are any problems, and then improve the quality!"

"This is absolutely not possible!"

Pu Weicai slapped the table, his face flushed.

"What are you arguing about? Why is it so intense?"

Wei Ming pushed the door open and walked in.

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