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Chapter 522

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The people from Raytheon Corporation could see Ye Qing's bored and uninterested expression even if they looked up at the sky.

What kind of expression was that?

Shouldn't it be a mixture of envy, shock, jealousy, and other emotions?

The management of Raytheon had always seen this expression on the visitors' faces during the few visits they had made to the Raytheon Company.

The shocked expressions of the spectators made the Raytheon Company feel an indescribable sense of comfort. They felt very proud of themselves.

But why was the young president of Monster Heavy Industries not surprised?

"Mr. Ye, what do you think of the equipment in Factory No. 3?" Vice President Birdsall raised his eyebrows and asked with some dissatisfaction.

"Hmm?"

"Oh, it's quite advanced, but you still need to pay attention to the mechanical maintenance. Judging from the color of the oil stains on the ground, the oil in the equipment hasn't been changed for almost a year. "

"If you want to save money, you can change it every eight months. The waste oil produced can be left for a month, and the impurities in it will precipitate. After filtering it again, it can be used to lubricate equipment that doesn't involve precision processing. "Ye Qing gave a small suggestion casually.

"Save money?" The lack of appreciation had already made Vice President Birdsall a little unhappy, and now he was suggesting that they could reuse the waste oil if they wanted to save money?

This was contempt. Thinking of this, Vice President Birdsall said with some embarrassment, "It seems that our Factory No. 3 is not advanced in Mr. Ye's eyes, and it has many shortcomings."

"Factory No. 3 is just one of the many factories in Raytheon Corporation. There are more advanced factories to visit."

Vice President Birdsall once again took the electric sightseeing bus to a building about three stories high with glass walls. It looked more like a commercial building than a factory.

Entering Factory No. 3 was like walking into a scene from a science fiction movie.

When they walked into Factory No. 7, which was not very large, it was like they had really come to a science fiction movie.

The place was highly clean, and if they wanted to enter, they had to change into a white coat and put on shoe covers.

The floor was made of white tiles that could reflect one's reflection. The ceiling was made of glass, and the incandescent lights were hidden behind the glass. At first glance, it looked like the surface of a lake that was hanging upside down.

This place was the polar opposite of factory No. 3. Here, there was not even a speck of dust on the ground, let alone oil stains. Furthermore, there were also automatic sweeping robots the size of washbasins running around on the ground. When they encountered people in front of them, they would beep a few red lights and cleverly avoid the pedestrians.

There were two hundred workers in white coats sitting here. They seemed to be doing scientific experiments. Through the electron microscope, they controlled the mechanical rocker with their hands and processed the ultra-small parts that were beyond what the naked eye could see.

These parts were fixed in a transparent observation window. Every time the staff moved the rocker, the main shaft that was equipped with the tools in the observation window would move slightly.

Observing from the side, he could only see a peanut-sized metal outline.

"Oh my god, what are they processing?" Hannah, who was accompanying Ye Qing, couldn't help but exclaim, "I've always been very confident in my eyesight, but now I can't see the shape of the parts in the observation window."

"What are they processing? I can't tell you." Vice President Birdsall was very satisfied with Hannah's shocked reaction. He chuckled and pretended to be mysterious. "What you see now is one of the key parts of a combat missile."

"Is this part so small that you can't see it clearly?"

"That's right. The smaller the part, the more space is saved inside the combat missile."

"Mr. Ye, Hua Xia won't be able to build these multi-axis dynamic remote control lathes that you see in the next ten years." Vice President Birdsall once again regained his proud magic. However, before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by a cough.

"Cough cough ~" Ye Qing was choked by Birdsall's arrogant tone.

"Mr. Birdsall … Can we go now?"

"Go?" Vice President Birdsall asked curiously, "Why do we have to go? There are still two more tours, we … "

"Then let's hurry up and visit the next one." Ye Qing really wanted to end this tour as soon as possible so that he could go back to the hotel and sleep early.

If looks could kill, Ye Qing would definitely be killed by the Raytheon Corporation's management right now. Ye Qing's bored expression made them even angrier.

If he was an ordinary visitor, it wouldn't be a big deal. However, this was an expert who could tell the oil usage time by the color of the oil. His bored expression at the moment was equivalent to silently mocking Raytheon Corporation's mediocre and mediocre attitude.

Vice President Birdsall stormed out of the factory and led everyone to participate in the next project.

The next project was a little further away. The electric scooter ran for dozens of minutes. When Birdsall was about to introduce the technology of the next project again, he turned his head and found that the young Mr. Ye had already fallen asleep in his seat.

Vice President Bersor was immediately stunned on the spot. He actually … he actually fell asleep!

This feeling was like a professor imparting knowledge in class while the student was sleeping. Vice President Birdsall was very angry.

"Mr. Ye." Vice President Birdsall shouted, "Did this tour disappoint you? I took you to see the most advanced technology in the world. Why don't you respect my good intentions?"

Ye Qing was a light sleeper. When he heard this loud shout, he immediately woke up.

"Respect is mutual, Mr. Birdsall. I'll tell you the truth. You're not the most advanced technology company."

"My God, then tell me who's the most advanced technology company?" Birdsall stared at Ye Qing. "Boeing? Lockheed? Even these two companies are not as good as us in many aspects. "

She recalled the time when they were picking her up at the airport. All of them had their noses in the air and looked down on everyone.

Ye Qing smiled. He could understand the arrogance that was branded in the bones of these old developed industrial countries, but it didn't mean that he should blindly accommodate them. Since they didn't respect him, there was no need to give them face.

After he finished laughing, Ye Qing looked at Birdsall again, like a professor looking at a blindly arrogant student.

"I don't know where your technology ranks, but I know that Monster Heavy Industries ranks higher than yours."

The electric scooter came to a screeching halt. The manager driving turned his head, thinking that he had misheard. "Mr. Ye, what did you say?"

"Mr. Ye is so humorous!"

"Okay, then let's stop the tour. Let's exchange technology." Vice President Birdsall laughed. "Mr. Ye must think that the two factories we just visited represent the most advanced technology of our Raytheon Corporation."

"Mr. Ye, please forgive us Americans for being so direct. We don't understand the hidden meaning of you Orientals."

"In my opinion, the tour is really boring. It's an activity that only politicians like to do to show off."

"You can ask any questions you want. If your people can't do it, you can also directly connect to your factory via video call." Vice President Birdsall felt that he finally found an opportunity to let the other party understand the true meaning of technology.

During the tour just now, Ye Qing's indifferent attitude made him very unhappy.

Ye Qing took out a USB flash drive from his pocket. "You don't have to go through so much trouble, Mr. Birdsall. This USB flash drive contains a small gift I prepared for the president before I was invited to the summit. "

"It's a small toy with a purely mechanical structure. If you can process it according to the blueprint, you win."

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