Chapter 260 Rear-Ended
After entering the hotel, Su Yuanshan sat down with Jiang Qingchuan to discuss business.
"Now that Wang Rui has gradually stepped back from the work here in the Special Economic Zone, almost all operations of the mobile phone factory, including liaising with the government, are being handled by Duan Yongping," Jiang Qingchuan said, sitting on the sofa and idly spinning his teacup. After a few seconds of hesitation, he frowned and added, "I have no doubts about Old Duan's ability — he's really strong. But after the industrial zone negotiations are completed, what then? Will everything be handed over to the mobile phone division?"
Su Yuanshan smiled inwardly.
It seemed his senior brother wasn't just some pure engineering nerd, ignorant of politics and competition — he clearly knew that sooner or later, he and Duan Yongping would be competing for influence.
Before Duan Yongping's arrival, most of the factories in the SEZ were managed jointly by Wang Rui and Jiang Qingchuan.
Especially the VCD division, which was currently Yuanxin's biggest cash cow — it had been Jiang Qingchuan's "one-man show."
Of course, "one-man show" didn't mean dictatorship.
It meant Jiang had absolute authority, backed by real achievements — and crucially, he was Su Yuanshan's senior brother and a disciple of Su Xinghe.
Because of this, the VCD division had always diligently handed over all profits without complaint, and Jiang Qingchuan was content with his role as a director-level plant manager.
Change the person, and you could easily imagine demands for more power and recognition would have erupted.
Previously, Wang Rui's involvement in administrative and industrial zone planning was tolerated because they were fellow disciples and each played to their strengths.
But now that Wang Rui had recommended Duan Yongping, and Duan had secured the support of both Chen Jing and Su Yuanshan, it was natural for Jiang Qingchuan to feel a sense of crisis.
Su Yuanshan pondered for a moment, smiled, and filled Jiang Qingchuan's teacup.
Slowly, he said,
"It won't be the mobile phone division handling it — it will be Duan Yongping personally."
Jiang Qingchuan froze, a trace of disappointment flashing across his eyes, though he quickly masked it.
But Su Yuanshan continued,
"Senior Brother, you remember our industrial zone plan, right?
In the future, all the factories in the SEZ will be integrated into a single entity, aiming to become the largest OEM plant in China, in Asia, and eventually, the world..."
Jiang Qingchuan nodded. "Mhm."
"To be honest, Senior Brother," Su Yuanshan said, "I don't want you getting too involved in administrative affairs. It would waste your professional expertise."
He added seriously,
"Factory planning, production line optimization, technological integration, workforce training...
No one in Yuanxin can handle these tasks better than you.
Unless you personally train a batch of capable successors, you'll need to stay on the frontlines until the foundry division stabilizes."
"As for Duan Yongping," Su Yuanshan smiled, "his abilities aren't limited to mobile phones — he's a true strategic talent for corporate development."
"In fact, I'll be blunt — the future world's largest OEM plant will ultimately be handed over to you, Senior Brother."
Jiang Qingchuan, who had been carefully weighing Su Yuanshan's words, was momentarily stunned.
Then, a wave of shy embarrassment washed over him — he blushed and quickly waved his hands.
"That's not what I meant."
"Haha, no need to be modest," Su Yuanshan laughed.
"Senior Brother, I'm being straightforward precisely because we are close.
Your focus should stay on the technical side — that's what will determine how far the foundry division can go!"
Jiang Qingchuan took a deep breath and nodded solemnly.
"Alright, I understand!"
"Mhm.
The industrial zone project should be finalized next month.
By the end of the year, we'll restructure —
All production plants and divisions will be separated out to create a brand-new Product Processing Division.
By then, basic technology, industrial design, manufacturing, and sales will each have their own complete, professional system.
And Yuanxin will finally be a properly structured enterprise."
"Yes!
That will make things much clearer and more professional across departments."
"Exactly.
The future of technological development lies in centralization and specialization.
Everyone sticking to their strengths — that's the path to efficiency and ultimate competitiveness."
Jiang Qingchuan chuckled,
"Like a production line worker — just do your job well."
"Exactly.
Everyone's a screw in the big machine," Su Yuanshan smiled.
He glanced at his watch — it was already 5 p.m.
"When does the concert start?"
"Six-thirty. Want to grab something to eat first?" Jiang Qingchuan pulled out his phone.
"I'll call Old Xiao and the others?"
"Forget it, let's keep it simple.
Sister Xiaohui should be done getting ready by now.
Let's just grab some noodles downstairs and head straight to the concert.
We can have a late-night snack afterward."
As soon as Su Yuanshan finished speaking, there was a knock at the door.
When he opened it, Zhou Xiaohui was standing there, freshly showered and wearing a breezy outfit, looking radiant, holding a notebook in her hand.
She raised it proudly.
"I'm bringing this to get Yang Yingying's autograph. Imagine how jealous everyone back home will be!"
"Tsk, such low ambitions," Su Yuanshan teased.
"I'm going for a signed photo — a selfie with her, of course."
"I want a selfie too!
President Jiang, Yang Yingying won't refuse, right?"
Jiang Qingchuan shook his head, smiling,
"You guys...
Honestly, she's just an ordinary girl in daily life — a bit of a literary type."
"Perfect!
I'm a literary type too," Zhou Xiaohui giggled.
"Maybe we'll even become friends."
Su Yuanshan: "…"
...
To save time, the three of them really just grabbed a bowl of noodles at the five-star hotel restaurant before hopping into the Santana and heading for the sports center.
Yang Yingying's concert in the SEZ was partly because of the city's rising wealth —
and partly because of Yuanxin.
Over the past few months, Yuanxin's factories had been working overtime to push production capacity, leaving employees under intense stress.
A concert featuring the nation's favorite "Jade Girl" was the perfect way to help them unwind.
Yuanxin had even purchased blocks of tickets for employees who wanted to attend.
They arrived at the stadium before 6 p.m., right when the crowds were peaking.
All tickets had long been sold out.
Outside, those who hadn't managed to buy one were haggling with scalpers.
"Damn, I'm never helping anyone get tickets again,"
Jiang Qingchuan grumbled from inside the car — he recognized a few scalpers standing outside.
"What's wrong?"
"Those bastards — they're employees from the factory!"
Jiang Qingchuan said, half amused, half exasperated.
"They're reselling the tickets at high prices...
Didn't expect them to pull this kind of stunt — must be desperate for money."
Su Yuanshan thought to himself:
If they could flip a ticket for an extra hundred or two, it was a pretty decent hustle.
After all, unless you were a die-hard fan, why else would you resell?
Just as he was thinking this, he suddenly felt a powerful jolt from behind.
Bang!
Rear-ended?!
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