Chen Yazhi avoided the neighbors and quietly returned home, had lunch and took a nap.

After waking up, Li Mei asked her son: "Duck, what do you want to eat tonight?"

Chen Yazhi said: "Mom, I didn't eat at home tonight. I made an appointment with some friends."

Li Mei knew that the college entrance examination was over now and there was no need to take care of it anymore. She just warned: "Don't stay too late and come back early."

Chen Yazhi responded.

When it was almost five o'clock, Feng Mengrong called.

As expected, Feng Mengrong invited Chen Yazhi to have dinner with him, and Chen Yazhi agreed without even thinking about it.

Half an hour later, Feng Mengrong drove over on a Happy 250 motorcycle.

Chen Yazhi joked: "Hey, Mr. Feng doesn't even have a car."

Feng Mengrong didn't see anyone outside, and said: "This is the one my uncle used to transport piglets, but now he drives it for me."

Chen Yazhi originally wanted to make a joke on others, but he was made fun of instead. He didn't care, knowing that what Feng Mengrong said was true. In 2002, there was no Wuling Shenqi, and rural areas usually used Xingfu 250 as a means of transportation.

Feng Mengrong smiled and asked Chen Ya to get on the bus.

Chen Yazhi sat in the back, and accompanied by the roar of the motorcycle, a burst of exciting music came, "No Place to Confronted" by the Black Panther Band.

Feng Mengrong pointed to the handlebar and said, "I modified the BBK player myself. The sound effect is okay." As he said that, he raised his eyebrows proudly.

Chen Yazhi was filled with admiration, but thought in his heart that this was actually the leader in the mold industry who would dominate the industry in the future.

During Dou Wei's passionate singing, the two quickly arrived at the city center.

Feng Mengrong found a private restaurant and asked for a private room. Feng Mengrong and the boss were probably old acquaintances. After saying hello, he entered the private room. He quickly asked Chen Yazhi: "Is there anything in particular you want to eat?"

"Boss Feng went to such trouble to ask me to come for dinner, I feel a little uneasy." Chen Yazhi joked.

Feng Mengrong glanced at Chen Yazhi and felt that this boy was not as naive as a high school student, but instead had the experience of having been in society for many years.

But there was an inexplicable ease in getting along with him, maybe because he was of the same age. He said: "You have also seen that in my current factory, even though I am the boss, I am actually just a polished commander."

Chen Yazhi saw that he was so straightforward and straightforward. He was a hard-working person who didn't mess around. He took out Yuxi cigarettes, handed one over and said, "Order first, let's chat while we eat."

Feng Mengrong stopped asking him for his opinion. He intuitively felt that Chen Yazhi was not a pretentious person. He ordered a few dishes and asked if he wanted to drink.

Chen Yazhi waved his hand and said: "There are plenty of opportunities."

Before the food was served, Feng Mengrong said: "This factory originally belongs to me, and he only makes toy molds, which are small gadgets, and they are not of high quality anyway.

"His original intention was to close it down. I think it's a pity. Our country has just started in the mold market. In the future, I estimate that the machinery industry will definitely flourish, so I closed it down. But the old man has a bad temper and refuses to help.

Me, I want to find a real job.

"No, you also saw that I found a Supreme Master."

Chen Yazhi heard him speak so relaxedly, but he must have felt extremely aggrieved, and said, "I am doing this for your own good. But where does this Ding Wenchang come from?"

"The mold master at the county bearing factory just retired this year. I think he is experienced and experienced, so he paid a lot of money to hire him. The old man even brought two apprentices over to help."

Chen Yazhi sneered and said, "I guess you spent a lot of money on cigarettes and alcohol, right?"

Feng Mengrong nodded, took a puff of cigarette and cursed: "The old guy doesn't want to really work. He hides everything."

Chen Yazhi said: "How can they, who have retired from government agencies, pay attention to a small workshop like yours? They are just looking for a place to eat and drink."

"It's easier to ask God than to send him away. After all, this old man has been in the agency all his life, and his qualifications are there. If something happens to stumble me, I will really die before I start."

At this time, the dishes were served.

Chen Yazhi recalled that in his previous life, he always had food and wine when eating. It had been a long time since he had food like this. He finished two bowls of rice in an instant.

Feng Mengrong said: "How hungry are you? It's like a starving ghost reincarnated."

When Chen Yazhi heard him speak like this, he thought he was no longer an outsider. Although there was nothing wrong with this idea, he was still young and could trust people too easily.

I was also glad in my heart. If I had waited until the Speedmaster mold was bigger, I would not have had this chance. He said, "Hey, Boss Feng is treating me to a treat. It tastes particularly delicious and makes the boss laugh."

After saying that, both of them laughed.

Feng Mengrong said: "You seem to know a lot about molds."

Chen Yazhi said: "I dare not say that I am familiar with it. At most, I am at the level of a master." He made a joke and said seriously: "When will your current set of molds be delivered to the customer?"

Feng Mengrong said: "Tomorrow, but now the quality has not been up to standard."

Chen Yazhi said: "Let's get this mold done first. It's hot now and we can't sleep at night, so we'll stay up all night to work."

Feng Mengrong said: "Just the two of us? It's not that my brother doesn't believe you, we probably can't get it done."

Chen Yazhi burped and said with a smile: "Technology, as long as I'm the master here, don't worry. As for the manpower, I'll take care of it for you. As for Ding Wenchang, I'm afraid you have to sacrifice your life."

Feng Mengrong said: "Brother, what kind of god are you to speak so harshly?"

Chen Yazhi heard that Feng Mengrong wanted to believe him, but with Ding Wenchang's experience, he still had to figure out where he came from, so he asked him his identity so straightforwardly.

Chen Yazhi said: "Boss Feng, my grandfather used to be an aluminum pot master who traveled around the streets."

Feng Mengrong nodded. He knew that the aluminum pot master used clay to make a mold, and then poured aluminum water into it, so that he could make aluminum pots, aluminum pots and other products. During his metalworking internship in college, he made aluminum airplanes.

Chen Yazhi continued: "So, I have heard a lot about molds since I was a child. In high school, I also read a lot of books on this subject, so I have some understanding."

Although Feng Mengrong had just graduated from college, he didn't quite believe what Chen Yazhi said. After all, in the mold industry, experience is much more important than knowledge. However, he couldn't doubt it too much.

Chen Yazhi saw his hesitation, so he continued: "I am prepared to invest in technology and work with you to make the Speedmaster bigger."

He originally planned to mention this matter later, but felt that Feng Mengrong had doubts about him, so he directly expressed his thoughts.

Properly exposing your true motives can gain the other party's trust.

Although Feng Mengrong was surprised that Chen Yazhi would make such a request, his doubts were dispelled. Since Chen Yazhi made a request for technical investment, it at least proved that he sincerely wanted to help him.

But he did not want to accept this proposal hastily. After all, how much Chen Yazhi's technology is worth has yet to be weighed. Experience is different from patents and cannot be clearly measured.

Feng Mengrong said: "Whether my small workshop can survive is another matter." He got up and went to the toilet.

Chen Yazhi knew that he would not agree to his proposal for the time being. However, he was not worried. After all, he had just met and the other party would not believe him so easily.

After Feng Mengrong came back, he said, "What did you mean by asking me to sacrifice just now?"

Chen Yazhi said: "Old fried dough sticks must be fried by a master chef."
Chapter completed!