Chapter 183 Nakamura: This advantage is on my side!

The smile on Lin Xi's face grew deeper.

"This thing is a product from when our equipment calibration was at its worst."

"The resin ratio was wrong, the curing temperature wasn't high enough, and the drawing speed was too slow."

Lin Xi, like a patient teacher, explained patiently:

"Think about it."

"If Nakamura takes this back for analysis, what conclusion will he reach?"

Chen Guangwei was a smart man and realized it instantly:

"He will think our technology is no good!"

"Think our products are no good!"

"Exactly."

Lin Xi nodded, his gaze sharp, "This is called strategic bluffing."

"We need to make them think we are a bunch of bumpkins not worth worrying about."

"Think our technology poses no threat whatsoever."

The barrage in the streaming room flew up again:

[Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant! This is to make the Japanese take industrial trash back for reverse engineering!]

[Nakamura: Yoshi, the data of this waste... why is it so trashy? It seems Chinese technology is just mediocre! — Died.]

[Streamer, you have more tricks up your sleeve than a lotus root! Nakamura spent those fifty yuan to buy a bunch of sedatives to take back; he will sleep soundly from now on.]

[Trojan horse? No, this is called Trojan trash!]

Although Xiao Zhou didn't understand what strategic bluffing was, he understood one thing:

Manager Lin was going to use trash to deceive that Japanese guy.

And make them treat us like fools, then slap them in the face.

Not only scamming money but also destroying their spirit.

"Hey!"

Xiao Zhou was amused, and that reckless spirit of his came up again.

This time his eyes were full of cunning light, "This move is wicked!"

"But... I like it!"

He grabbed the foreign exchange certificates from the table and stuffed them into his pocket.

He then carefully tucked that piece of waste pipe and the tangled fibers into his chest.

"All right! Manager Lin, just watch."

Xiao Zhou straightened out his open work jacket.

He buttoned it up one by one, unexpectedly looking quite righteous, "I'm going to deliver this intelligence to Nakamura now."

"By the way, I'll cry poor to him and see if I can scam another two packs of cigarettes."

Watching Xiao Zhou's back as he walked out humming a tune.

Chen Guangwei sighed, but couldn't help laughing.

"This kid, I really hadn't noticed before."

Lin Xi clapped the dust off his hands and cast his gaze toward the pitch-black night outside the greenhouse.

"Old Chen, the people on this land of ours."

"They might look a bit loose, a bit oily, and even a bit rough usually."

"But as long as that spirit is awakened."

"As long as someone leads them on the right path."

"They are an impregnable wall that no one can break through."

Over the next few weeks, for Nakamura, it was a nightmare named compliance.

Straw weaving factory.

"This is a unique corn husk weaving technique from Jiaodong."

"This knotting method is called the Cloud Lock Knot, passed down for a hundred years."

The factory director introduced it with a smile, holding an exquisite basket in his hand.

Nakamura's eyes lit up, and he just signaled his assistant to take out the camera to secretly film the details.

The next second, the lens was blocked by a glaring red color.

It was an auntie wearing a red armband that said "Safety Supervisor."

The auntie was holding a handful of melon seeds, not saying a word.

She just stared straight at the camera lens.

Once the lens tried to zoom in to film the key movements of the workers' flying fingers.

The auntie would accurately lean her body over.

Using that Mandarin with a heavy oyster accent, she would shout:

"Hey! That... comrade! Watch your safety!"

"Don't stand so close to the female comrades, it looks bad!"

Nakamura's face twitched.

This is filming craftsmanship, not a bathhouse, what could possibly look bad?

The rice paper workshop was even more extreme.

Nakamura proposed wanting to take away some pulp from the sedimentation tank to analyze its composition back home.

The excuse was perfectly fabricated—evaluating the pH of the paper to determine if it met Japan's import environmental standards.

The old headman, smoking a dry pipe, knocked his shoe sole against the threshold with a thunderous sound.

"That won't do."

The old headman squinted and pointed to a wooden sign hanging outside the door, "Sanitary dead zone, no unauthorized personnel allowed."

"That tank is full of rotten tree bark, it has bacteria."

The old headman puffed out a smoke ring, looking righteous as if "I'm doing this for your own good": "For the health of international friends, it absolutely cannot be taken."

The excuse was still that same old cliché about health and environmental protection from Director Li.

But the execution was airtight.

Over the next few weeks, Nakamura didn't even touch the surface of the traditional craftsmanship.

The entire industrial and commercial system of Haiwei City seemed to have built an invisible wall overnight.

This wall wasn't built with bricks.

It was built with the gazes of those grassroots workers who looked honest but were actually stubborn.

This was a form of soft resistance.

There were no fierce arguments, no crude refusals.

Only countless "for your own good," "not according to the rules," and "due to safety reasons."

Nakamura felt like he had punched a water-soaked cotton bag.

He used all his strength, but couldn't even hear a sound.

Late at night, Haiwei City Guest House.

The room was filled with smoke, and the ashtray was piled high with cigarette butts.

The phone rang abruptly; it was an overseas long-distance call from Japan.

Nakamura took a deep breath and answered the phone.

His body subconsciously stood at attention.

"Moshi moshi, Minister."

What came from the receiver wasn't a greeting, but a roar.

"It's been over a month! Nakamura!"

"The headquarters spent so much money and used connections in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs."

"You actually tell me you haven't even taken a single valuable photo?!"

"I am very sorry! It is just that the Chinese defense methods are extremely cunning..."

"I don't want to hear excuses!" The Minister interrupted him, "Yamashita Trading Company does not need waste."

"If you cannot get their core technology, then destroy their market confidence!"

"If this acquisition fails, you go jump into the Yellow Sea!"

"Click." The phone hung up.

Nakamura remained in a bowing posture, stiff for a long time.

Cold sweat slid down his temples and dripped onto the dark gray carpet.

He slowly straightened his waist, the red bloodshots in his eyes spreading.

Destroy their confidence.

This was not just a commercial task; it was the last chance for him to keep his job.

"Sato." Nakamura's voice was hoarse.

The assistant, who had been standing in the corner not daring to breathe, quickly stepped forward: "Hai! Nakamura-san."

"Take that out."

Sato carefully opened a velvet box.

There was no jewelry inside the box.

Instead, there lay a broken, dusty piece of fiberglass pipe.

And a messy ball of glass fiber filaments.

This was the secret sample they had bought from that greedy warehouse keeper, Xiao Zhou, for fifty yuan in foreign exchange certificates plus two packs of cigarettes.

Nakamura picked up the piece of pipe and walked under the desk lamp.

He pressed a magnifying glass onto it.

Under the light, the cross-section of the pipe wall looked disastrous.

"The bubble rate exceeds 15%, and the resin infiltration is extremely uneven."

Nakamura scratched the broken part with his fingernail, and a few dry fibers fell off, "There is also a clear resin-starved area, indicating that the temperature control failed completely."

He picked up the ball of waste filaments again and pulled it hard.

With a "snap," the filaments broke.

"Strength..." Nakamura shook his head, a contemptuous sneer curling the corners of his mouth, "It's even worse than the products Toray phased out ten years ago."

"This is the thing they pulled out using our machine that was locked at 400 rpm."

Sato pushed up his glasses: "Nakamura-san, could it be that they deliberately gave us waste?"