Chapter 214 Accident
“We can clearly feel that this car is extremely quiet while driving.
This quietness is multi-dimensional.
First, let’s talk about the engine noise. If you listen carefully, you can hardly hear it, right?
Then there’s the wind noise…
What is wind noise?
Wind noise is the noise caused by the wind entering the car because the pressure of the oncoming wind exceeds the sealing resistance of the car door.
Simply put, the faster the car goes, the louder the wind noise.
You can take a ride in your car again later and compare the noise level at different speeds.
The current speed is 80 kilometers per hour, you can feel it.
And then there is tire noise.
Tire noise is the sound produced by the friction between the tires and the road when the vehicle is traveling at high speed.
Usually it comes from underneath the car."
Fang Xiang held the steering wheel in his hands and patiently explained to Minister Wang of the Ministry of Foreign Trade.
"I guess you have already noticed that the interior of this car...
This car's performance...
This car’s fuel consumption... "
After more than half an hour, this 320 had run countless laps in the venue.
Fang Xiang finally stopped the car.
"Don't be too happy too soon, this car is not the main model we plan to export.
This is it.”
Fang wanted to open the car door and drive Mr. Wang to a 115.
"This... is too small, isn't it?"
Old Wang frowned as he looked at the small car that was less than four meters long.
“It’s really small, you know that place in Europe.
The city is small, with dense population and buildings and narrow roads.
So, this kind of small car is the most popular there."
Fang Xiang opened the door of bus No. 115.
"No, no, I'm not going to sit here anymore. I've been sitting here for a long time and I'm already feeling carsick."
Old Wang held his forehead with his hand and waved his hand with a smile.
"Lao Zhang, the car you made in the First Ministry of Machinery Industry is really amazing.
It feels not much worse than our Red Flag.”
Mr. Wang turned around and sat down on the chair in the shade, next to Mr. Zhang.
"How about it? Is there any chance to export it to Europe?"
General Zhang threw the cigarette in his hand to the ground and stomped it out.
“I think the chances are great, but we have no experience in this kind of thing, right?
Should we first send a small batch to a few friendly countries and see what they say?"
Old Wang looked at the twelve cars parked in a row in the yard.
The confidence does not seem to be so strong.
"What do you think?"
Mr. Zhang turned his head and looked at Director Jiang of the Civil Machinery Bureau who was sitting next to him.
“I think these cars are great!
It not only far exceeds the current level of the domestic automobile industry.
Even more than most countries.
It is very suitable to export it to create foreign exchange for the country! "
Director Jiang is an academic talent in his sixties, and it was Fang who proposed the idea of earning foreign exchange.
He was specially promoted from the Automobile Industry Company.
He knew very well where his butt was, so naturally he had to speak for Fang Xiang.
"How is it? The experts all say it's good. What's there to worry about?"
Mr. Zhang turned around again, looked at Mr. Wang, and laughed.
"What does the Ministry of Foreign Affairs say?"
Mr. Wang still seemed a little worried and raised his objection again.
“It was decided at the beginning of the year, and they and you took the lead.
Invite some officials from friendly countries stationed in China to visit.
What kind of exhibition did you plan to organize last time, Xiao Fang? "
As Mr. Zhang was talking, he started asking about Fang Xiang.
“Car exhibition.”
Fang Xiang added.
“Yes, a car show.
While showcasing our country's new products.
Send them a few samples too.
Then let's talk about exports.
Look, you are the main force, that's why we let you come over and take a look at the car first.
This way, the subsequent work will be easier to do.”
Mr. Zhang explained with a smile.
"What kind of car is that weird-looking one, like a toad?"
Mr. Wang pondered for a moment, looked at the red 120, and asked.
"It is a limited edition sports car customized for a very small number of high-end customers who have high requirements for performance and handling."
Fang Xiang glanced at Mr. Zhang, whose face turned dark instantly, hesitated for a moment, and still said something.
"Very few? Does that mean it doesn't serve the common people?
Isn’t this nonsense? !”
Mr. Wang seemed to have grasped the key point and immediately launched a criticism.
“But the profit of this car is also the greatest.
The profit from selling one of these cars is equal to the profit from selling five other cars.
That is to say, we used less materials and labor and made more money.
Where is the nonsense?"
Fang Xiang finally understood that there was something wrong with this Mr. Wang.
Don’t say what you should say, and don’t do what you should do.
After talking for so long, he ended up picking thorns.
To put it bluntly, these dozen or so cars were built only after approval.
If you're targeting these cars, you're probably picking the wrong target.
If it's directed at me? Haha!
Fang Xiang sneered and said, "If it were in the past, I might have been afraid."
Now?
"Today, there are still many people in the country who do not have enough food to eat and warm clothes to wear.
You guys are doing this... "
As soon as Mr. Wang started talking, Mr. Zhang stood up immediately.
He shook his sleeves, turned around and left without saying a word.
Director Jiang immediately gave the other party a look and followed closely.
"Mr. Wang, I have something else to do, so I won't stay here to listen to your instructions.
If you have any questions, why don't you go to the hospital and ask what the boss's attitude is."
Fang wanted to throw in a few words, too lazy to listen to what was said next.
I patted my butt, turned a corner, and went outside.
"Mr. Zhang has gone back to the ministry.
You can come with me, have some tea first, and then we can chat slowly."
Director Jiang's head appeared from the window of a jeep and he said something to Fang Xiang.
Then he followed Mr. Zhang's car and disappeared around the corner.
“Crack…”
Xing Yi drove a jeep and stopped in front of Fang Xiang.
"Let's go to the First Ministry of Machinery."
After opening the car door, Fang Xiang sat in the back seat with a gloomy face.
He knew very well that in this situation of gods fighting each other, he, an unknown person, was just affected.
But he also felt aggrieved.
I just want to do something, make more money, and earn some foreign exchange.
How did you offend someone again?
I'll have to ask about it later.
As I was thinking, I arrived at the First Ministry of Machine Building.
Entered Director Jiang’s office.
“Come, sit down.
I've always said I wanted to meet our talented designer.
Until today, I finally got what I wanted.”
Director Jiang smiled and motioned Fang Xiang to sit down.
"This was an accident today. There must be something that was not communicated well.
You, don't be anxious either.
This kind of thing is not something that can be achieved overnight.
They say good things take time. Let me ask for you first.
I'll tell you as soon as I get any news."
Looking at Fang Xiang's expression, Director Jiang knew very well that today's matter was messed up.
But no matter what, he knew exactly where his position was.
Keep comforting me.
"Director Jiang, I'm not trying to be mean to you.
I really didn't expect this to happen today.
I originally thought it would be a smooth process.
I haven't recovered yet, please forgive me."
I watched Director Jiang handing me cigarettes, pouring me tea, and saying comforting words.
Fang thought it was not good to show a bad face to others.
He took the initiative to apologize and forced a smile.
"Well, you go ahead and do your work, I'll go back and ask about this matter.
If that doesn't work, can you see if you can go through the Foreign Affairs Bureau from within the First Machine-Building Ministry?"
Fang wanted to stand up, what if the foreign trade didn’t work out?
The First Ministry of Machine Building also had its own Foreign Affairs Bureau, but its power and scale were smaller.
"Okay, I'll keep an eye on this for you."
Director Jiang nodded.
After leaving the First Ministry of Machine Building, Fang Xiang got in the car and drove directly to Liu's father's workplace.
