Back in 1985, Chen Cang opened his eyes and found himself in the factory security department, facing a felony charge of "damaging state property."
The reason was that he dismantled an imported watch worth 2,000 yuan?
Chen Cang, who was a top industrial headhunter in his previous life, sneered:
"This watch is equipped with a frequency trap. If I don't dismantle it, all the imported machine tools just purchased in the factory will be turned into scrap metal!"
This year, the yen appreciated, foreign investment roared, and domestic industries struggled to survive in the cracks.
Others are setting up stalls to sell clothes, while Chen Cang is cutting off global patents;
Others are reselling video recorders, while Chen Cang is recruiting those technology tycoons who have not yet become famous.
"You said this is a technology blocked by Germany? Sorry, that's my discarded manuscript."
"You said this is a patent of a Japanese manufacturer? Open it and take a look. The underlying code is all my name."
From small street factories on the verge of bankruptcy to industrial trusts spanning the world.
Chen Cang squatted at the entrance of the alley, munching on white steamed buns, and casually drew an era-leading semiconductor architecture on a piece of paper.
Faced with the favor of beauties from all walks of life and the encirclement and suppression of foreign capital, Chen Cang lit a red pagoda mountain:
"I tend to protect my shortcomings. No one can get in trouble with the talents and skills I like!"
