novelraw What kind of bewitching potion was poured into Chapter 14?
What kind of bewitching potion was poured into Chapter 14?
It has been three days since my last visit to Shuangyuan.
Three days ago, a production line at a factory in Shanghai that we cooperate with experienced a sudden malfunction, causing the efficiency of our solar cells to plummet by two percent overnight.
Upon receiving the call for help, Yu Chen hurriedly said goodbye to Nie Xiguang and rushed back overnight to handle the situation.
The matter was resolved swiftly and efficiently, and now he has once again stepped into Shuangyuan's office building.
Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, cutting out patches of light on the dark floor.
Zhang Tianhua sat behind his large desk, holding a thin report, his brows slightly furrowed.
He was a veteran of Shuangyuan, in his early sixties, with his hair neatly styled and his eyes sharp yet weary.
"I heard he was highly recommended by Hua Zong?" He looked up and asked Lin Yusen.
Lin Yusen sat upright, his dark gray suit perfectly pressed.
He ran his finger over the data in the report: "After one week of process optimization, the microcrack rate in Workshop A dropped from 8.2% to 1.5%, and the weld strip tensile strength qualification rate in Workshop B increased to 98.7%."
His voice was calm, as if he were talking about something that had nothing to do with him. "Hua Xiangyang wrote in the report, 'This person is very talented and must be kept.'"
Zhang Tianhua rubbed his temples: "Yu Chen... is a local from Jiangning. He graduated from a third-rate junior college with a degree in accounting and previously worked as a campus errand runner and doing odd jobs."
He read the resume aloud, his tone questioning, "What kind of spell has Hua Xiangyang been cast on? How can someone who studied accounting handle production processes?"
Lin Yusen didn't respond, his gaze falling on the blurry photo on the last page of the report.
That was a screenshot from a surveillance camera. A young man in a white shirt was pointing at a part of the production line, looking focused.
"Education is not the same as ability." Lin Yusen closed the report. "He solved seven technological difficulties in four workshops within three days."
"This level of efficiency is something our technical department might not be able to achieve in three months."
Zhang Tianhua sighed: "It's not that I doubt his abilities, it's that I'm worried about his background, especially at this critical juncture..."
There are undercurrents within Shengyuan.
Any new face can be a variable.
"That's precisely why we should meet him." Lin Yusen stood up, straightening the cuffs of his sleeves. "If he truly has the ability, Shuangyuan desperately needs someone who can solve problems. If he has ulterior motives..."
"You can always see some clues when you're face to face."
Zhang Tianhua was silent for a moment, then nodded: "You arrange the time."
"Three o'clock this afternoon, in the small conference room," Lin Yusen said, then turned and left.
Zhang Tianhua reviewed the report again.
Hua Xiangyang has a sharp eye and a stubborn temper; there haven't been many people he's been so fond of over the years.
Just who exactly is this Yu Chen?
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2:50 PM, small conference room.
Yu Chen arrived ten minutes early.
Today he was wearing that light gray linen shirt and navy blue casual pants, and carrying an old black leather folder.
The secretary led him to a seat, served him tea, and said softly, "General Manager Zhang and General Manager Lin will be here shortly."
"Thank you." Yu Chen nodded, his gaze sweeping across the room.
A map of the factory area hung on the wall, and a pile of awards and certificates were displayed on the bookshelf. The air was filled with the solemnity of the decision-makers.
At 2:58, the door opened.
Zhang Tianhua entered first, his steps steady. He glanced at Yu Chen for two seconds, then gave a perfunctory smile: "Mr. Yu, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting."
"Mr. Zhang, you're too kind." Yu Chen stood up and shook hands.
The other person has broad, calloused hands; you can tell at a glance that they are a skilled tradesperson.
Lin Yusen followed closely behind.
Yu Chen looked up and saw that the image almost perfectly matched the one described in movies and TV dramas in his memory.
"President Lin." Yu Chen reached out his hand.
Lin Yusen's gaze fell on his face, paused for a moment, and then reached out to hold his hand.
"Yu Chen." Lin Yusen grasped his hand, his voice low, "President Hua speaks highly of you."
"You flatter me, Mr. Hua. I only solved a few problems." Yu Chen withdrew his hand, his attitude frank.
The three of them took their seats.
Zhang Tianhua cut to the chase: "Mr. Yu, we've reviewed your resume. To be frank, there's a significant discrepancy between your technical skills and your educational background, and we have some questions."
It was very direct, even a bit rude, but that's in line with Zhang Tianhua's style.
Pragmatic, efficient, and dislikes beating around the bush.
Yu Chen opened the folder and pushed a printed copy over: "Over the past three months, I have handled case summaries of process issues from eleven photovoltaic companies. The problems, approaches, solutions, results, and feedback can all be verified."
Lin Yusen picked up the summary and quickly skimmed through it.
The pages are clean, the data is clear, and each case study is like a mini technical report.
"How did you do that?" Lin Yusen's eyes pierced. "An accountant, how could you be so familiar with photovoltaic production processes?"
"Learn, practice, and summarize." Yu Chen met his gaze. "Photovoltaic manufacturing is an interdisciplinary application of physics, chemistry, and materials science. My accounting training gave me systematic thinking and data analysis skills, which are precisely the foundation for process optimization."
"Technical details come from reading literature, visiting sites, and talking with engineers. There are no barriers to knowledge; the barrier is whether you are willing to spend the time to understand it."
Zhang Tianhua leaned forward: "Why do all this? With your abilities, you could easily go to a bigger platform or start your own business."
"Small factories can afford the equipment but can't master the processes, so their yield rate is low and their costs are high. They need practical solutions, and I can provide those, which makes me feel valuable."
The meeting room was silent for a few seconds.
Lin Yusen tapped the paper lightly with his fingers: "What do you think of Shuangyuan's current level of craftsmanship?"
Yu Chen did not answer immediately, but instead took a sip of tea.
"Shuangyuan has a good technical foundation, and its PERC production line equipment is above average," he said objectively. "However, the coordination of process parameters in each stage can be optimized. The acid-base ratio in the cleaning process of workshop A meets the standard, but there is a risk of over-washing, which increases the rate of microcracks; the welding pressure curve in workshop B can be fine-tuned, which can further improve the tensile strength pass rate by 0.3%; the actual temperature in the right third zone of the laminator in workshop C is 1.5 degrees lower than the set temperature, which affects the packaging quality."
Zhang Tianhua's expression changed from scrutiny to focus, and even a little surprise.
Lin Yusen listened in silence.
"These insights," Lin Yusen said after Yu Chen finished speaking, "were you based on just two days of visiting the factory and combining some publicly available data?"
"Some of the inferences are based on on-site observations and equipment status, while others are based on trend correlations from your company's semi-annual production reports. The data speaks for itself; the key is to listen carefully."
"What kind of cooperation do you want?" Zhang Tianhua asked the key question.
"Shuangyuan has its own technical team."
Upon hearing this, Yu Chen shook his head: "I don't need a fixed contract, nor do I want to be part of the technical system. I prefer project cooperation. Shuangyuan can entrust me with specific technological challenges or indicators that need to be broken through in the form of projects, and we will pay based on the results or charge according to the cycle."
"For Shuangyuan, it's about flexibility and manageable risk; for me, it's about maintaining independence and focus."
"Don't you want stability? A secure job and income?" Lin Yusen pressed, his gaze fixed on him.
Yu Chen smiled gently, "President Lin, true stability doesn't come from contracts or positions, but from the ability to continuously create value and solve problems."
"President Lin, in my opinion, true stability does not come from a contract or a fixed position." Yu Chen's voice was not loud, but every word was clear. "If I can solve problems for Shuangyuan that others cannot solve, I will be needed regardless of whether there is a contract or not. Therefore, my stability is defined by myself and determined by the value I can continuously deliver."
These words, spoken calmly, rationally, and even somewhat arrogantly, were surprisingly persuasive when combined with the cases he had presented earlier and his precise analysis of the process.
Zhang Tianhua and Lin Yusen exchanged a glance.
That glance contained assessment, consideration, and a certain tacit understanding.
"Excellent point of view, Mr. Yu." Zhang Tianhua withdrew his gaze, glanced at his watch, and said, "However, we still need to discuss the specific cooperation methods and details internally. Mr. Yu, please have a seat for a moment."
"Please go ahead." Yu Chen nodded slightly.
The two got up and went out.
The moment the door closed, Yu Chen exhaled softly.
He picked up the slightly cooled tea, took a sip, and looked out the window at the factory area.
The sun was shining brightly, and the rooftops of the distant workshops reflected a blinding white light.
Zhang Tianhua values practical results, and at least half of what he just said resonated with him.
This general manager values practical benefits most, and what Yu Chen demonstrated was precisely his ability to quickly solve practical problems.
As for Lin Yusen... there was scrutiny, inquiry, and perhaps a faint hint of approval in his eyes, but more than that, there was a hidden undercurrent of emotions.
He knew that the real test might have only just begun.
However, with his involvement, Nie Xiguang could only belong to him.
Only he could bully this little sun.
No one will do, including you, Lin Yusen.