My Beloved Super Fierce Wife
Chapter 423 This is courting death!

Chapter 423: 423 This is courting death!

After finishing his tirade, he paused momentarily, then broke into a wild bout of laughter.

"Hahaha! I misspoke, people from Zhonghua Country can’t even rear pigs properly, let alone understand complex and precise machinery."

Almost no one present understood what he meant.

But the smile on his face carried with it three parts mockery, three parts disdain, and four parts contempt, looking for all the world like a target waiting to be hit.

Just seeing it made one itch to slap it with the sole of a shoe.

The technicians in attendance didn’t have a very good impression of the Japanese.

Knowing he couldn’t spit anything nice out of his dog mouth, they didn’t bother with him.

Yamamoto Ryuuko, not seeing the fury expected from the people of Zhonghua Country, felt displeased.

She cursed something under her breath.

Then turned to the interpreter at her side and said something.

The interpreter looked troubled and said in Japanese, "Ms. Yamamoto, this is inappropriate!

The people of Zhonghua Country are very patriotic and united. Provoking them on their own turf is like dancing on the edge of a cliff..."

This is courting death!

Before the words of comfort were finished, the smile faded from Yamamoto Ryuuko’s face.

"You’re just my interpreter. You’ll do what I tell you to do. It’s not your place to make decisions for me, got it?" she said arrogantly.

The interpreter’s expression stalled.

Their smile became forced.

Squeezing the palm of their hand, the interpreter relayed Yamamoto’s words.

The atmosphere turned still for a moment.

Impatient youths were so angry veins throbbed on their foreheads.

Watching the frail young people, their eyes ablaze with fire, they radiated a coldness that demanded attention.

"What did you say?" he said angrily.

Yamamoto watched as the Zhonghua pigs before him got angry, her mustache flaring with laughter.

"Interesting, interesting! Did you see their faces? They’re even more colorful than the paints I use for my artwork," she said with mocking glee to her team.

Qiao Cheng was irritated by her arrogance as well.

He stood up and faced the Japanese technical team.

With an air of righteous indignation, he said:

"The purpose of today’s exchange meeting is to promote the development of the textile industry, and I believe everyone here shares this intent.

If Ms. Yamamoto is sincere about sharing and exchanging with us, we will welcome you with the courtesy due to a friend..."

In fact, in his heart: Pah!

"But if you’re here with unfriendly intentions, aiming to insult us, then sorry, you’re not welcome here, and please leave our country."

The interpreter translated the speech with an expressionless face, dutifully doing their job.

When Yamamoto heard this, she was stunned for a moment, then her face darkened.

The next second, she looked ready to pull out a pistol.

Her gaze turned fierce.

"So much for the so-called ’country of courtesy,’" Zhonghua Country."

The interpreter said in synch.

Lin Tang couldn’t hold back and spoke up lightly, "... to greet the country of etiquette, we naturally are the ’country of courtesy.’

Everyone who understands, understands!

You from Japan don’t understand etiquette, so we will treat you as you treat us.

Yamamoto coldly said, "Sharp-tongued."

Lin Tang revealed a polite smile in return and retorted, "Thank you for the compliment."

Yamamoto, flustered and exasperated from not being able to win the argument nor use underhanded methods in public, was fuming.

When she stood up, there was a clatter as her foot caught on a stool.

She wanted to leave with poise but failed to look cool and became even more infuriated!

The crowd’s eyes shimmered with barely concealed amusement; her face nearly turned green with anger.

She patted her clothes and then sat back down.

The crowd: "?!".

Although surprised by her thick skin, precious time was ticking away, and people weren’t willing to waste much of it on her, quickly refocusing their attention.

With the time it would take to argue with a fool, wouldn’t it be better to learn something new or even get some rest?

The exchange and learning among the crowd continued.

"I’ve heard that Jinzhou Textile Factory acquired a batch of imported machinery, which immensely improved its efficiency.

I wonder, could Mr. Yang share his experience using the new machines?" an old technician, familiar with Mr. Yang, asked with a smile.

For the past few months, Jinzhou Textile Factory’s production efficiency far surpassed theirs, inciting envy.

They’d been itching to ask, and today they finally got the chance.

"What’s there to hide?" Mr. Yang chuckled, "We’ve had the new machinery for a while now. As for my experience with it, it’s super smooth, and it uses nearly half the materials of the previous machines."

"It saves electricity and materials, and productivity is higher."

His remarks made the technicians inwardly cry with envy.

Some asked, "This machine does sound good, but does it have any shortcomings?"

Every machine has its flaws; there’s no such thing as perfect. That’s why continual technological innovation is necessary.

If the flaws were tolerable, their factory might try to procure a batch as well.

All that mattered was the increase in productivity.

Mr. Yang explained, "The operation is quite difficult; it requires detailed training for the operators, and oil consumption escalates steeply... The shortcomings are not few."

The oil he mentioned was the machine oil applied to the machine’s bearings.

The new machinery might be precise, but it also consumed a lot more oil.

"That’s inevitable," Mr. Yang’s old friend, who was also a seasoned technician, acknowledged, well aware of this issue.

Remembering that Jinzhou Textile Factory was developing a new type of machinery, he asked curiously, "I heard you’re working on a fully automatic loom, is that true?"

Mr. Yang’s eyes lit up with the thought of the promising research.

"Yes, it’s true."

"How’s the progress? You look like it’s going very smoothly," he followed up.

Mr. Yang slightly nodded and humbly responded, "Quite smoothly."

In truth, the progress was more than just smooth.

With Lin Tang, a gem like that, how could there be worries about slow progress?

Maybe in the future, they might even venture into exports.

In Mr. Yang’s wise eyes, there was a full measure of anticipation.

This demeanor didn’t escape his old friend, who sensed the onset of something different.

"After you finish, would it be possible for us to come over and learn?"

Mr. Yang said warmly, "Of course, why not? We should learn from one another."

Mr. Yang was a highly respected old technician in the industry; people took his words seriously.

Seeing his confidence, everyone there began to look forward to the future.

It had been their most heartfelt desire since entering the field to witness a textile machine made in Zhonghua Country come to life.

As the discussion deepened, the atmosphere grew lively again.

"Tsch..."

An ill-timed sneer unexpectedly arose.

It was still Yamamoto Ryuuko.

The crowd was a bit displeased.

"Does Ms. Yamamoto have any enlightening opinions?" Mr. Yang asked delicately, a trace of annoyance touching his gentle face.

He was broad-minded and patient enough to maintain his composure.

Yamamoto’s chin lifted slightly, her tone smug.

"...Looms? We’ve discarded those long ago; they’re collecting dust in a scrapyard by now. There’s nothing worthy of research there.

Our old ones have been hauled off to waste purchase stations to gather dust."

She completely overlooked the words ’fully automatic.’

More precisely, the arrogance of a citizen from a powerful nation had long since robbed her of a humble heart to learn.

Only believing in their own supremacy, they cannot see how high the sky is or how vast the sea is.

The crowd fell silent, "..."

No one felt compelled to engage in her performance.

We know you feel superior, but we neither envy nor resent it, eh!