104: Schmidt's anger

“Damn, this cursed phone!”

Schmidt was in a fit of rage.

At this moment, a sudden knock echoed from the office door.

Seeing this,

Schmidt took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled, feeling his anger dissipate by more than half, before he said in a deep voice towards the door:

“Come in.”

Click—

The door opened.

Tap, tap, tap…

The sound of high heels on the floor rang out.

A woman with a curvaceous and highly alluring figure walked in.

Her brown-blonde hair was shoulder-length, and her high nose bridge gave her entire face a very sculpted look.

Her chest was a tumultuous expanse, resembling Mount Everest.

Her long, straight legs were encased in thin black stockings, and a black hip-hugging skirt perfectly outlined her curves, showcasing her feminine charm to the fullest.

This was a classic Western beauty.

“Louise, did you miss me?”

As soon as Louise closed the office door, Schmidt immediately went up to her.

He wrapped his arms around the woman’s slender waist, burying his head in her ample bosom, greedily inhaling her fragrance.

His initial anger transformed into a burning desire amidst the alluring scent.

“This is the company, be serious!”

Louise spoke righteously, her tone stern, yet her body was exceptionally honest, offering no resistance as Schmidt’s large hand roamed into dangerous territory.

She was not Schmidt’s wife, nor were they in a romantic relationship; she was merely Schmidt’s secretary.

It was just as the saying went:

When there’s work, the secretary does it; when there’s no work, you do the secretary…

Schmidt, at the peak of his desire, naturally paid no heed to her seemingly serious words.

He immediately locked the office door, then quickly turned and lifted Louise onto the office desk.

At this moment,

The hip-hugging skirt was extremely convenient!

After a passionate encounter like thunder striking dry tinder…

The wildness subsided, rationality returned, and the two tidied their clothes, their expressions returning to normal.

Only then

did Louise remember why she had come in.

“Boss, look at this.”

Louise picked up a folded newspaper from the floor and handed it to Schmidt.

The newspaper had been on the desk and had fallen to the floor during their intense activity.

“Is there anything different about this newspaper?”

Schmidt took the newspaper, a look of doubt on his face.

“Boss, there’s nothing different about the newspaper itself; what’s shocking is its content.”

Upon hearing this,

Schmidt, on the contrary, showed a hint of curiosity.

He was naturally very interested in anything that could pique Louise’s curiosity.

Driven by curiosity, he opened the folded newspaper.

It was a common newspaper found on the streets of German Country.

The paper was unremarkable, with nothing special about it.

Schmidt looked at the content above.

After reading for a while, he couldn't help but frown and ask:

“Louise, isn't this just daily news from German Country? What’s so special?”

“Boss, please be patient and read on. You’ll be surprised very soon!”

Louise’s lips curved into a slight smile, her tone confident.

Upon hearing this,

Schmidt patiently continued to read.

Soon,

his gaze moved past the top of the newspaper and reached the center of the paper.

At this moment,

he was suddenly drawn to a prominent subheading.

[Rumors circulating in Rabbit Country: An enterprise claims to have successfully developed a Numerical Control Machine Tool with 0.001 mm precision. Is it true or false?]

“How is this possible?”

Looking at this news,

Schmidt’s brows immediately furrowed into a frown.

His first reaction was disbelief; the number 0.001 mm was simply too fake.

Even his company,

the highest precision machine tool it could currently produce was only 0.005 mm.

As for 0.003 mm, it was currently under improvement and development.

One must know,

his company was already a world-class Numerical Control Machine Tool manufacturing enterprise.

Even the Numerical Control Machine Tool of Eagle Country,

its precision was not as high as his company's.

Even his company, after many years of diligent development, only managed to raise the precision to this level.

How could others surpass them so easily?

And,

the one who surpassed them was an enterprise from Rabbit Country!

Even the national scientific research institutions of Rabbit Country could not have a High-Precision CNC Machine Tool, and civilian enterprises, with their more backward technical capabilities, would be even less likely to have a High-Precision CNC Machine Tool!

“Louise, is this news what you meant by shocking content?”

Schmidt pointed to the news on the newspaper and asked.

“Yes.”

The latter nodded.

“How can this news be surprising? It’s clearly fake news at a glance.”

Schmidt shook his head, throwing the newspaper onto the desk.

“Boss, I’ve already checked the authenticity of this news online. Currently, this news has already spread wildly within Rabbit Country.”

Louise picked up the newspaper again, found a photo on it, and pointed it out to Schmidt:

“Boss, look, do you recognize this old man?”

The person in the photo was Hu Guoyong, Academician.

Schmidt looked on, confused; he did not recognize the old man in the photo.

So he turned his gaze to Louise’s face, waiting for her to explain.

Louise smiled faintly:

“This old man is an academician of the National Academy of Sciences of Rabbit Country, named Hu Guoyong, Academician.”

Hearing this,

Schmidt then began to examine the old man in the picture.

The old man looked forward, his face filled with excitement and surprise, as if there was some treasure in front of him.

Seeing this,

Schmidt suddenly thought of the phone call he had just had.

Why did Rabbit Country suddenly dare to cancel the order and so blatantly stand him up?

Were they really not afraid that if he got angry, he wouldn't sell them the Numerical Control Machine Tool?

Could it be that they truly had something to rely on?

Upon careful thought,

Schmidt felt a storm surge in his heart.

“Could it be that this news from Rabbit Country is true?”

“Otherwise, what right does Rabbit Country have to refuse to cooperate with him?!”

He stared at the old man in the newspaper, thinking about everything that had happened before, and the truth seemed to leap out.

The authenticity of this news seemed to be confirmed.

Thinking of this,

he couldn't help but stare intently at the string of numbers on the newspaper again.

0.001!

He couldn’t help but grit his teeth:

“0.001 mm, this is absolutely impossible!

Even we haven't reached this precision!

Rabbit Country came from behind, and even if they really developed a High-Precision CNC Machine Tool, it’s impossible for it to reach this number; at most, it would be on par with ours.

Damn it!

When did these people even start developing Numerical Control Machine Tools?

Could it be that Rabbit Country’s previous expressions of purchase intent were just to make our countries relax our vigilance, thereby becoming arrogant and complacent, and not striving for progress?”

At this moment, Schmidt was filled with anger.

He wasn't angry that Rabbit Country had developed a High-Precision CNC Machine Tool.

From beginning to end, he felt like a puppet on strings, being played by the people of Rabbit Country, and he was angry about that!

“Boss, if Rabbit Country successfully develops this thing, it will definitely impact our company. What should we do now?”

Louise couldn't help but ask.

Upon hearing this,

Schmidt calmed down.

Now was not the time to be angry; this news was serious enough to threaten the survival of their company!

After a brief thought, he came up with a countermeasure:

“If they developed this, it won't be long before they start selling it to the outside world.

We can only lower the price of our machine tools now.

We’ll use low prices to capture the market.

Once this news about Rabbit Country dissipates, we will still be the leaders in the Numerical Control Machine Tool field!

Although doing so will result in a significant loss of profit, as long as we can capture the market,

then everything will be worth it!

However…

We must send someone to personally verify the precision of their machine tools.

If the precision is not good, then we have nothing to worry about.”