To Lin Feng, money was just a number, a tool for achieving his goals. Having more would not make him happy, and having less would not make him sad.
That was also why, after developing the Handwriting Robot in his previous life, he had not left his hometown for Foshan or Dongguan, but had instead started his business directly at home.
To him, life in a big city was not as comfortable as life in his hometown. His parents were here, and they would need care when they grew old. Besides, he could conduct research at home.
Now that he had been reborn, he cared even less about money, fame, and profit.
If he had not wanted to use the system's power to achieve his goals, he would not have cared so much about his image in the eyes of the public.
So, after shaking his head slightly, Lin Feng gave up on the idea of relocating the factory. As for insufficient production capacity, wasn't contract manufacturing popular these days?
A little less profit was fine. He could not possibly turn his factory into some massive hodgepodge that did everything and employed millions of workers, swallowing up all the profits in one bite.
His factory only needed to handle the most specialized and difficult core component production. Other matters could be addressed through cooperative development or outsourcing manufacturing to other factories.
After that, his hometown would only be responsible for producing the most difficult core components, while factories in other surrounding cities would produce the ordinary parts before assembling them into finished products. That was the positioning he had in mind for Xingtu Technology.
Of course, the issue his mother had raised about formally standardizing the company truly needed to be taken seriously.
Xingtu Technology might have earned nearly ten million through the Handwriting Robot, but in reality, it was still just a small workshop, whether in terms of company systems or actual factory operations.
At present, the company's management consisted only of his father and mother. As for himself, he spent the vast majority of his time researching the Coin-style Electromagnetic Rifle.
Other than during product upgrades, Lin Feng had never involved himself in company management or production affairs.
His parents' abilities were indeed limited, and they were indeed getting old. They should be enjoying an easy retirement rather than continuing to work for him.
So Lin Feng really needed to find a professional manager to run the company and establish its systems.
As for the mysterious Qu Qiongying, whom he had not yet met, Lin Feng shook his head slightly and directly abandoned that idea.
Since he found women too troublesome, he still felt it would be better to hire a professional manager directly.
Of course, even if Lin Feng wanted to recruit a suitable professional manager, they might not be willing to come.
After all, he did not want to relocate, which meant his company was essentially positioned as a township enterprise and would naturally be looked down upon.
Moreover, once that professional manager joined, they would definitely have to work and live in Xiaohe Town. That would certainly be hard for them to accept.
People were practical creatures. No one wanted to leave a better working and living environment for a worse one.
On top of that, the Handwriting Robot was ultimately a niche product within a niche market. Anyone could see that its prospects were quite limited.
Therefore, recruiting people—especially talent Lin Feng considered suitable—was destined not to be an easy matter.
After thinking about it briefly, Lin Feng shifted his focus to the Coin-style Electromagnetic Rifle.
If he wanted to recruit suitable talent, he had to demonstrate his company's astonishing potential, making relevant talent overlook all sorts of external factors and choose to join him solely because of his or his company's incredible potential.
Under such circumstances, the Coin-style Electromagnetic Rifle was undoubtedly an important stepping stone. With it and the Handwriting Robot, Lin Feng and Xingtu Technology could demonstrate their astonishing growth potential.
It was like the research genius Zhihui Jun from his previous life. With many stunning inventions, even though the company he founded did not have a single product,
many investment firms still competed to invest in him, while many researchers and corporate executives wanted to join his utterly bare-bones company. That was the importance of displaying astonishing growth potential.
Time flew by. In the blink of an eye, two days had passed. That evening, as Lin Feng came down from the fourth floor for dinner, he discovered that two guests had arrived at his home.
One was Uncle A-quan, whom Lin Feng had met a few times. The other was a girl forcing a smile as she dealt with Lin Feng's father boasting about how outstanding his son was.
The girl had short dark-brown hair, styled similarly to the female lead, Mikoto Misumi, from the television drama Unnatural Death from his previous life.
Her eyes were large and lively, her face was a standard oval shape, and her fair skin was as smooth and delicate as jade. A faint smile rested on her lips, making people instinctively like her at first sight.
As his gaze continued downward, Lin Feng saw that she wore a light-blue shirt and a black short skirt, giving her a clean and professional impression.
After looking over the girl's appearance, Lin Feng quickly turned his attention to Uncle A-quan again, unable to stop himself from wondering whether this girl was really Uncle A-quan's biological daughter. Could she have been adopted?
After all, the girl did not resemble Uncle A-quan in the slightest. Of course, considering Uncle A-quan's current appearance, it would have been strange if they did look alike.
Lin Feng had heard that Uncle A-quan had worked on construction sites since childhood. His entire body and face had been darkened by the sun, while the skin on his face had been corroded by cement and other substances.
Combined with the rapid weight gain after he became a contractor in recent years, if the two of them had any resemblance at all, Lin Feng's mother would probably have been frightened away the moment she saw the girl.
"Come, come, Lin Feng. Let me introduce you. This is my daughter, Qu Qiongying. She's a genius. In just two years, she graduated from Shencheng University with outstanding grades.
If she hadn't encountered that beast of a professor, my daughter would probably be a master's student by now. It's a pity there was no evidence back then, otherwise I would have made that beast lose everything!"
"Oh?"
Lin Feng's father, Lin Guohua, revealed a puzzled expression.
Lin Guohua knew that something had happened two years ago that caused Qu Qiongying to drop out, but no matter how he asked around, he could never find out exactly what it was.
"This really shouldn't be discussed, since family shame should not be aired in public. But if I don't say it, I'm afraid you'll always have a knot in your hearts.
Here's what happened. Two years ago, my daughter successfully entered graduate school through an accelerated program, but she never expected to encounter a beast of a professor.
That beast tried to lay hands on my daughter while no one was around. Fortunately, my daughter had loved martial arts since childhood.
She signed up for Taekwondo in elementary school, and in her second year of high school, she achieved Black Belt Fourth Dan. So she kicked that thing of his clean off.
Afterward, my daughter reported him to the school authorities, but they refused to deal with it. Instead, they tried to downplay the matter and told my daughter to pretend nothing had happened, threatening that otherwise it would affect her studies.
How could my daughter swallow that insult? She packed up her things on the spot and went out to look for work. We only learned about it a year later, when she came home for the New Year."
Hearing that, Lin Feng could not help glancing at the girl's fair, shapely calves beneath her skirt.
He had not expected this woman to have kicked someone's weapon of crime clean off. That was truly terrifying. He could not afford to provoke her.
But just then, Lin Feng's mother, He Xueqing, came out of the kitchen as well.
"Come on, everyone. Dinner's ready."
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