As the saying went, old ginger was spicier. The moment Old Wang made a move, he found a pretty good angle of attack.
He was in manufacturing himself and had been at it for over twenty years, so he certainly had no shortage of relevant talent.
He had long heard about Mou Miao. A partner over in Chaoge had even come forward to back Wang Haifeng.
To be honest, Old Wang had not paid much attention to the Boiler Engine market before. When he learned how much money this thing could make, he had felt the urge to take on the contract manufacturing work from Feng Jun.
But as things developed, he increasingly realized that Boss Feng was not someone to be trifled with. The people from Chaoge had been smashed bloody before him. If Old Wang wanted to take on the manufacturing work, he would have to plan it carefully.
By now, he realized that he had still underestimated the other party. At this point, he no longer even dared to covet the contract manufacturing business—if Boss Mou wanted to give back to his hometown, then let him. Boss Mou's fellow townspeople were not Boss Feng's fellow townspeople too?
So what he meant was—he could send a few people over to help Mou Miao improve efficiency.
Wang Haifeng laughed when he heard that. "Dad, so you finally approve of the Boiler Engine?"
Old Wang rolled his eyes. "I still don't know how far this thing can sell... but that Boss Mou is a little too young when it comes to production, so I want to help him out. Whether there's money in it or not doesn't matter."
Wang Haifeng found that a little strange. "Then just tell Mou Miao directly. It's not like he doesn't know you."
"You brat."