Mike Liu was dumbfounded. He did not expect that in this remote Bing City, there was someone who knew about American motorcycles! Originally, he thought that it would be very easy to make a sum of money. At the same time, he could also raise the reputation of his company and himself, and open up the company's business. But now it seemed that he and his company were very likely to be finished.
If a new company failed in its first big deal and the news was that it was plagiarism, then its reputation would be ruined!
"Mr Feng, I might have misunderstood the design concept. Please give me another chance. I promise to come up with a different design that will satisfy you."
Mike Liu could also tell that Feng Yu was the one who had the final say in this design.
"Fine. I will give you two points and see how you are going to change it. Can you change it on the spot? "Feng Yu smiled and stared at Mike Liu.
"No problem. My professional skills are up to standard. Please tell me." Mike Liu even used honorifics to address Feng Yu, who was younger than him.
"First, how to make it more comfortable for the rider. Second, how to make the motorcycles fit the habits of our countrymen. The motorcycles can be used to transport goods."
Everyone knew the first point. But the second point was to transport goods. Li Mingde was confused. Motorcycles were not trucks. How can they transport goods?
Before Li Mingde could say anything, Mike Liu started to use a pencil to sketch a new design on a white paper. It was as if he was inspired by what Feng Yu said.
Feng Yu sat back on the sofa and crossed his legs: "Manager Li, I have been in your office for so long. How come I don't even have a cup of tea?"
Manager Li's secretary angrily went out to pour tea. He did not even pour tea for Feng Xingtai. He did not expect this young man to be so difficult to deal with. Did he think that he could get his hands on some Soviet Union equipment and technologies? In this company, Manager Li still has the final say!
In less than 10 minutes, Mike Liu finished drawing a new design. He looked at it and compared it with Feng Yu's two requests. It was perfect!
"General Manager Feng, can you take a look at this design? Does it meet your requirements?"
Feng Yu took it and looked at it. The handlebars had been lowered a lot, and the seat had also been adjusted slightly. It would be very comfortable to ride on, so he had passed the test.
However, a rack was added at the back, and there was also a small basket at the front, just like a lady's bicycle in the future. This wasn't impossible, but it wasn't very practical. It would block the headlights in front, and the rack at the back was too big. The motorcycle couldn't really turn into a truck.
This Michael Liu was able to draw a new sketch within ten minutes. This was enough to show that he had some ability. Feng Yu does not know how fast others are, but the Machinery Company, Motor Factory, Aviation Factory, and those designers were not as fast as Feng Yu. In particular, the idea of hanging a basket in front made Feng Yu feel that this person was very creative.
"Are you an American or a Canadian citizen?"
"I'm from Hua Xia. My nationality is still Hua Xia, but I have an American green card." Michael Liu looked at Feng Yu worriedly. Is this design okay or not? You have to give me an answer.
Feng Yu nodded. It was good that they were still on the same side.
"What's your real name?"
"Michael Liu."
"I am asking you for your Chinese name!" Feng Yu was furious. This guy was still pretending to be a foreigner!
"My real name is really Michael Liu. My mother gave me this name. If you don't believe me, you can take a look at my identification card." Michael Liu quickly took out his identification card. He was only putting on an act and did not intend to give it to Feng Yu.
But Feng Yu snatched his identification card and looked at it. Michael Liu, Michael Liu. Damn, this guy's parents were really talented. Maybe they were the first batch of people who worshipped foreigners.
"How many people are there in your company now? I am talking about designers like you."
"Including me, the other two are my classmates. We had studied in the US." Michael Liu still did not understand why Feng Yu was asking this question. Does he want 3 people to design at the same time?
"Their standards are about the same as you?"
"That's right. They can even be said to be better than me."
"Feng Yu, what are the both of you talking about? What do you think of this design? I think it is good." Li Mingde interrupted Feng Yu and the rest. I am the boss here. Don't I have any presence in front of you all?
Only the Aviation Factory's Director, Hou Haitao, was sitting at the corner of the sofa, drinking tea and smoking. He did not say a word. Hou Haitao felt that Feng Yu was looking at Michael Liu. He seems to be interested in this person!
Feng Yu laughed: "That's right. Let's talk about the design first. I am quite satisfied with your design. But I will have a lot of requests, and you must complete it in the shortest time possible. Are there any problems? "
"No problem!" Michael Liu was overjoyed. This troublesome guy was also interested in his talent?
"Fine. I will tell you my requests, and you can see which ones you cannot fulfill. First, the handlebars still need to be adjusted. Your handlebars are too tall, and you need to consider if it is comfortable for a short person. The standard should be about 1.7 meters. Second, the fuel tank is too big. There is no need for 15 liters. 10 liters should be enough. In China, no one will ride a motorcycle for long distances. 300 km is enough. Third, the motorcycle must be the same as a bicycle. There must be a back seat. But it is not for the rider. It is for the shelf. The width must not exceed the width of the seat. That will be too ugly. It must be made of metal and sturdy. It must be able to fit 5 bags of rice. Fourth … … "
As Feng Yu was talking, Liu Michael was taking notes. Liu Michael felt that everything Feng Yu said made sense. Why didn't he think of these points? He thought that 2 or 3 points would be good enough, but in the end, Feng Yu said 8 points.
"Feng Yu, I don't want to talk about other things. Why should we add anti-collision bars for this motorcycle? Who will ride a motorcycle and crash into a tree? " Li Mingde felt that this was a waste of money. This will increase the cost of each motorcycle.
"What is the speed of our motorcycle? It should not be slower than a car. If we are walking on a dirt road in the countryside, a tree branch might hit our legs and cause fractures. We don't need the first generation motorcycle, but we must have the second generation motorcycle! "Feng Yu insisted.
"Fine. Anyway, the first generation motorcycle will not have it. It is fine if the fuel tank is smaller, and we can also add a shelf. We have also settled the spare fuel tank technology. We are not afraid of running out of fuel. How about we let Michael Liu, the Master Designer, complete the design? "
Liu Michael hurriedly waved his hand and said: "Manager Li is overpraising me. I am not a Master Designer. Compared to General Manager Feng, I am just a beginner. The real Master Designer should be General Manager Feng! "
Feng Yu glanced at Li Mingde and did not say anything. He only had a smile on his face. This expression made Li Mingde so angry that he could not eat for the whole day!
Damn. The designer that I found, why do they all listen to Feng Yu? What did he mean by returning from studying abroad? Did he study boot-licking? Humph!
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