Feng Jun's reaction could not exactly be called petty. As a young man who had once had nothing but a degree, he had taken more than enough knocks from society over the past few years.
If you had never lived at the bottom, you would never understand its helplessness. In the employee dorms, even a ballpoint pen might get stolen—couldn't you return it after you were done using it?
Those past experiences had taught him never to hesitate to interpret certain matters with the utmost malice.
As for the lighting store's opening, Liu Er had actually been the one at fault. But Feng Jun had absolutely no interest in gambling on Hu Changqing's character.
So he had no interest in responding to Mou Miao's talk about being "allowed to contract it out." Instead, he was quite interested in the three newly assembled Boiler Engines.
These three machines had been made in Yunyuan, with help from Wang Haifeng's father. Several technical experts had put their heads together and reduced the noise by nearly a quarter.
One had to understand that noise was not merely a matter of sound pollution.
Noise itself was a form of energy conversion—how could there be noise without energy?
At the same time, noise represented wear and tear on the machine. Without friction, collisions, and vibrations, how could noise be produced?
Simply put, durability had improved, noise had decreased, and energy loss had also been reduced. Even combustion had become more complete—which meant there was less air pollution as well.
Mou Miao happily explained all this. He felt that the people sent by Wang Haifeng's father had been incredibly useful, and he sincerely sighed that veterans were veterans. There was no refusing to be impressed.
Feng Jun was actually somewhat dismissive. No one over there cared about