Siheyuan: Returning to 61 to collect waste

Although Ye Chuan, who has the experience of two lives, is still a young man in essence, he was moved by the flattery and admiring eyes, and couldn't help feeling elated.

The two of them jogged around the garden, making four or five circles.

Fine beads of sweat had already seeped out of Rie Aoi's forehead, and her skin looked slightly pink, obviously full of enthusiasm for exercise. "Aoi, take a break first.

You have run for 20 minutes now, exceeding your goal." Ye Chuan reminded. "Is that so? I remember feeling tired after 15 minutes before, but after running with Ye Jun, I felt no discomfort at all, and I didn't feel tired after 20 minutes." She was surprised.

The girls from the island nation were always able to see into people's hearts. Their words made Ye Chuan feel so caring that he almost lost himself in their praises.

They sat on the bench to rest. Ye Chuan noticed that Rie Aoi's breathing became slightly faster. He noticed that there was a vending machine nearby, so he stood up and walked towards it.

There were two rows of vending machines, one of which sold carbonated drinks, but after exercising, both of them chose plain water.

Ye Chuan took out some change from his pocket, put it into another machine that sold sports drinks, pressed the button, and two bottles of drinks rolled out.

When he returned to his seat with two bottles of drinks, Rie Aoi's eyes sparkled with anticipation. She hurriedly stood up, took the drink handed to her by Ye Chuan, thanked him politely, and bowed deeply. "Thank you so much, Mr. Ye is so meticulous.

I am so lucky to be your partner. It makes me feel very happy. "

Ye Chuan smiled embarrassedly. He was used to Rie Aoi's praise.

Those ordinary daily actions in his previous life are also highly praised today.

The two sat together and rested for ten minutes, then Ye Chuan stood up and said, "Now that we have rested, let's run for another twenty minutes.

This amount of activity is enough for today.”

Rie Aoi nodded in agreement, looking docile. "Well, I'll listen to you!" With that, the two continued to stroll in the garden.

Ye Chuan paid attention to her running style and gave some advice: "Aizi, your movements are a bit fast, the amplitude doesn't need to be too large.

Swing your arms naturally back and forth, landing on your heels.

Slow runners usually hit the ground with the midfoot or heel first, while sprinters shift their weight forward and hit the ground with the ball of their foot first.”

Rie Aoi followed the advice and felt a lighter feeling with each adjustment.

She initially chose jogging to prevent her body from getting out of shape, but now she has discovered that the techniques involved in running are far beyond her expectations, which has broadened her horizons. "There is one more thing to correct: the center of gravity should be on the toes, not the hips!"

"What should I do then?" Rie Aoi asked in a low voice, her face slightly red. "Your buttocks are indeed very beautiful, but there is no need to stick them out all the time." Ye Chuan realized that he had said something wrong as this was an island country in the 1960s, and women were relatively open but not yet as open as they are today.

Hearing Ye Chuan say this, Rie Aoi blushed and smiled, thinking to herself, is he kidding? My butt is really nice, right?

Confused, Ye Chuan thought: Thank you? Why would this girl say thank you?

“You should land with your weight under your feet, and your head, hips and ankles in a straight line.

Look forward and be extra careful when turning your head to prevent losing stability during jogging." Ye Chuan explained patiently. "Understood!" Rie Aoi blushed even more. After thanking him, she realized that her words were inappropriate. The two ran side by side, and a hint of awkwardness suddenly filled the air.

Ye Chuan felt extremely regretful. It turned out that he spoke without thinking, as casually as modern urban men and women chatting.

Fortunately, I was on an island country. He left soon and the slight contempt was blown away by the wind. After all, after returning to his country, we had nothing to do with each other's world anymore.

Rie Aoi's heart was beating like a deer, wondering if his words were just a joke or had a deeper meaning? Was there some conspiracy behind this? Thinking of this, her cheeks turned redder. "I..."

"I……"

After a moment's silence, they spoke at the same time. Seeing that she was about to speak, Ye Chuan hurriedly stopped.

Rie Aoi chuckled. "Ye-kun, what are you going to say?"

"Why don't we take a break? We've been running for half an hour." Ye Chuan suggested. "Okay." She nodded obediently.

The two returned to their original bench.

Ye Chuan was extremely thirsty, so he picked up the water bottle on the bench and drank half of it in a few gulps.

Just as he was about to put down the bottle, he saw Rie Aoi's strange look. "Aoi, why are you looking at me like that? Is there something on my face?" Ye Chuan asked in confusion. "Ye Jun, that's just my water!" Rie Aoi whispered shyly.

Ye Chuan looked helpless. He picked it up without paying attention, but he didn't expect to pick up the wrong one. "Kuizi, I'm sorry. I'll go buy you another bottle of water."

"Don't bother me, Mr. Ye. This bottle of water is enough." Rie Aoi said, her cheeks flushed, and she drank the other bottle he had drunk in one gulp.

Oh my God, he smiled bitterly in his heart, no matter how slow he was, he could still detect something.

However, they were not far from leaving Japan, and their future was doomed to be impossible. He had already let down Hu Yanni, and he didn't want to hurt any innocent girl again.

After drinking the water, Rie Aoi sat down and looked at Ye Chuan eagerly. Seeing that he didn't even glance at her, she felt a little lonely.

The two of them rested for a while, and Ye Chuan saw that the sweat on her forehead had disappeared, so he said goodbye. "Aoi, you've had a good amount of exercise today, let's go back now."

"Yeah." She stood up and followed him. "Do you live nearby? I'll take you home."

"It's near the meeting place."

After Ye Chuan agreed, they both walked forward in silence.

When we got to the place where they first met, he repeated the same question.

Rie Aoi pointed at a tall building in the distance, glanced at Ye Chuan, her cheeks flushed with shyness, but she didn't say what she was thinking.

Ye Chuan nodded, and the two of them walked in that direction.

When I got closer, I found that it was a brand new high-rise building with more than ten floors. It was a brick and stone structure made with traditional craftsmanship rather than industrial mass production.

After sending him downstairs, Ye Chuan said, "Okay, Kuizi, you go up by yourself. I have to go home."

"But? You don't..." Rie Aoi was stunned, and almost said what was in her heart. "What are you talking about?" Ye Chuan asked with a little surprise. "Oh, nothing." Rie Aoi's ears gradually turned red. "Then I'll go back first." Ye Chuan smiled and turned to leave. "Mr. Ye!" Rie Aoi hurriedly called him. "Oh? What's wrong?"

"I want to go jogging with Ye Jun tomorrow, what do you think?"

Ye Chuan thought for a while and replied: "Sure, same time and place!"

Rie Aoi smiled brightly and repeated, "Yeah, same time, same place!"

On the third day of the study tour of the Island Industrial Alliance, the last company they visited was Hitachi, which was also the last electrical company visited on this trip.

Hitachi's main products are televisions, which are sold well all over the world and are deeply loved and recognized by Chinese consumers, who are proud to own Hitachi TVs.

The first imported TV that Ye Chuan owned in this era was from Hitachi, and the product quality was beyond doubt.

There seems to be a consensus among these Japanese manufacturers that after each visit, they will have a bidding event to dispose of old production lines.

Hitachi is no exception, but they only sell two production lines.

The first one is a TV production line which is outdated but has high productivity, and is a wise choice for start-ups.

Finally, this production line was bought by a small electronics company in Hong Kong Island, which made Ye Chuan feel envious.

When the TV production line was successfully sold, the workers were delighted and said to everyone: "The next one to be auctioned is the second-generation tube radio production line. Although it is old, the price is very affordable, only 51.5 million island dollars."

But as soon as he finished speaking, the venue fell silent and no one responded to the inquiry and bid.

Everyone lost interest in this line, despite its low price.

Ye Chuan estimated that 5.15 million island currencies converted into US dollars is roughly 300,000 RMB, which is indeed a very affordable price.

This situation has its reasons, as transistor radios have given way to integrated circuits, and demand for them has almost disappeared in developed countries and emerging markets.

Integrated circuit radios and televisions are gradually entering the homes of ordinary people.

On the booming Hong Kong Island, many electronics factories have gradually transformed themselves to adopt integrated circuit radio production lines.

Therefore, they do not have much purchasing interest in the production line launched by Hitachi this time.

Seeing that no one in the audience made a bid, the person in charge looked a little unhappy.

After all, they all knew that Songxia and Sonny received generous funds for handling the eliminated production lines, but they did not get any quotation, so they were not very happy.

The person in charge continued to try to sell it: "Everyone, this is not just a basic tube radio production line of the first generation. It uses semi-automatic technology and has extremely high production efficiency. It once brought great success to Hitachi.

You will definitely make a profit after buying it.”

However, the sales pitch failed to impress people, and there was little interest in the product line, even though it was sold at a low price.

Even if it is an upgraded second-generation production line, as long as integrated circuits are replaced, even if the price increases tenfold, it may arouse their interest.

Ye Chuan said softly to Sun Baihong beside him: "Manager Sun, what do you think of this production line?"

Sun Baihong then slowly spoke: "Although they are worth the money, this batch of transistor radios has been marginalized by the market. Even if they are sold at a low price, they are equivalent to a pile of scrap metal."

Ye Chuan nodded slightly, this was indeed the truth.

On the islands, perhaps they have been phased out, but in the interior, people still consider transistor radios to be a necessary appliance when getting married.

This situation continued until 20 years later, in the 80s, when China began to have its own integrated circuit radio production line, a lag of more than years.

If this production line were placed in an island country or Hong Kong, it would be like a waste; but once it is sent back to the country, its value can completely change the fate of the entire factory.

Even though the employees explained it many times with great sincerity, the people at the scene still seemed unmoved, which made his expression increasingly grim.