Reborn in 1979: I Raised a Fortune with Four Daughters

Chapter 92 We need an explanation and a solution.

"That's what Technician Cui, who was sitting opposite me, replied."

Has the catalyst arrived?

Zhao Yuan asked.

"No, they will bring it over themselves; they didn't ship it to us in advance."

Zhao Yuan's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

"Do you have the original contract? I'd like to see it first."

Zhao Yuan said.

So Lei Jianjun ordered someone to bring over the original contract.

Zhao Yuan carefully reviewed the entire contract and wrote down several key figures and instrument models in his notebook.

Zhao Yuan did not participate in the subsequent discussion; he was thinking.

Just after 10:00, a group of blond-haired foreigners, escorted by TV reporters, entered the station, with the cameraman's lens constantly pointed at them.

"Welcome, welcome."

Factory Director Lei Jianjun and his entourage went up to greet them in English, shook hands with each of them, and guided them to their seats. Many of the people who were originally attending the meeting moved to the back row.

The experts with blond hair greeted everyone with a cupped-hand salute.

After everyone was seated, the translator introduced the experts one by one. The leading expert was named Powell, who was also one of the company's shareholders.

Everyone got to know each other and exchanged pleasantries for a while.

When Zhao Yuan was introduced, the blond expert opposite him showed a hint of surprise. Powell's expression was subtle, but it quickly disappeared, though Zhao Yuan still caught it.

But Zhao Yuan still communicated with Powell and the others in very fluent English and with a gentle and polite attitude.

After exchanging ideas in the meeting room for a while, everyone suggested going to the factory first.

So the group headed toward the factory.

The factory was spotless, with some wooden crates in their original packaging, which must have been the instruments sent from the United States.

Zhao Yuan asked:

"Mr. Powell, shall we begin the instrument acceptance test now?"

"Okay. Open it."

This time, the group of American experts didn't raise any more issues about the factory; they probably already knew about the setback their counterparts had suffered in Huzhou last time.

Then a few workers came to the factory and started unpacking the outer boxes.

The wooden crates were removed from the outer packaging, and the cardboard boxes inside were taken out. The instruments inside were carefully moved out and placed on the ground. Soon all the instruments were on the ground, and the workers quickly cleared away all the packaging boxes.

The fertilizer plant technicians went up and inspected the fertilizer plant, then nodded to Director Lei Jianjun.

"Let's start installing the equipment."

Powell said this, then gestured for his men to come forward and begin installing the equipment.

Zhao Yuan's heart skipped a beat again for no apparent reason.

"Wait a moment."

Zhao Yuan blurted it out almost without thinking, and even he himself was surprised.

"Director Lei, give me a flashlight, I want to check it again carefully."

When Powell heard Zhao Yuan say "wait a moment," his face immediately showed obvious displeasure.

Zhao Yuan became even more certain that there must be something wrong here.

When the staff brought over the flashlight, Zhao Yuan took it, took out his notebook, and began to check the model of each instrument one by one.

Standing in front of the engine, Zhao Yuan inexplicably felt a strong sense of certainty; his sixth sense told him that something was wrong.

The engine looks very new, and the model number on it matches the one in the contract, except that it has an extra "R" next to it.

Zhao Yuan raised questions with Powell, who replied that it was the same, only the batch number was different.

But Zhao Yuan knew this was completely different. However, at this point, it wasn't appropriate to argue with Powell and the others based solely on this point.

Zhao Yuan didn't speak, but silently examined the engine.

He crouched down and carefully examined every detail of the engine, especially the bottom.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up because he found a line of very small words at the very bottom.

The words looked somewhat blurry, as if they had been deliberately hidden. Zhao Yuan wiped them with his hand, and the words became clear and legible. After leaning closer and examining them carefully, Zhao Yuan discovered that it clearly showed a different model number.

This model number is completely different from what Powell previously mentioned, and it is engraved directly on the engine main unit, so it cannot be changed unless the entire engine is replaced.

Zhao Yuan was secretly delighted; he knew he had found crucial evidence. He went back to examine the clearly marked model number again, and as he expected, it was indeed engraved on the replaceable casing. This meant that Powell had been trying to cover up the truth.

Powell's face instantly turned ugly; he realized his lie had been exposed.

Zhao Yuan gestured to the cameraman to zoom in and clearly capture the set of numbers below.

When Powell realized what was happening, he immediately rushed forward, trying to snatch the camera from the cameraman's hand.

He understood that if the video were leaked, he would be in serious trouble.

However, the other staff members reacted quickly, surrounding the cameraman and stopping Powell's actions.

“Dear Mr. Powell, please remain calm. We need to resolve this rationally, not through drastic measures.”

Zhao Yuan spoke calmly in English. His voice was full of authority and confidence, which surprised everyone present.

Upon seeing this, Powell immediately came to his senses.

He realized that his impulsiveness might have more serious consequences.

"Damn it, we've been tricked! That damned Zhaoyuan!"

Powell couldn't help but swear in English.

His face was full of anger and helplessness. He never expected that Zhao Yuan would see through his scam so easily.

“Mr. Powell, we need an explanation and a solution.”

Zhao Yuan spoke righteously, stopping what he was doing, standing up, and staring intently at Powell.

This reason is strong enough to defeat Powell, and coupled with the video evidence of Powell grabbing the camera earlier, Powell is in for a tough time.

"Stop the installation! We need time to handle this. I need to go back to the hotel to discuss a solution with the company. We'll come back at 2 PM."

Powell's face was terribly grim, veins bulging on his forehead, and he spoke through gritted teeth as if he wanted to crush them.

After saying that, he turned around and hurriedly left with a group of blond-haired experts, leaving the workers looking completely bewildered.

Watching their disheveled figures, Zhao Yuan and Lei Jianjun were filled with the joy of victory.

Lei Jianjun was moved to tears. He turned around, grasped Zhao Yuan's hand tightly, hugged Zhao Yuan, and gently patted Zhao Yuan's back, saying excitedly:

"Comrade Zhaoyuan, thank you so much! No wonder when I applied to the Central Translation Bureau for translation services, they strongly recommended that we do everything we could to get you to help. Without your help, we would most likely have been fooled. Thank you so much."

The two exchanged a smile, both filled with a sense of accomplishment.