Twenty years of cold chain

Chapter 52 Disaster Approaching

Three days later, Hu Shutong received a call from Kang Xingkai.

Kang Xingkai was overjoyed. Bingneng had successfully won the bid, and hundreds of refrigerated trucks would become mobile cold storage facilities in the South Suburbs Logistics Park! For Kang Xingkai personally, thanks to his full accompaniment and reception of Hu Shutong and his integration of the solution, he was successfully promoted to Sales Director!

When Hu Shutong first heard the news, he was a little stunned, but in an instant he was overjoyed and kept saying congratulations. This is really rare. It seems that the teacher's prediction at the ice energy conference last year was very prescient. Minghe will definitely consider the refrigeration effect in long-distance cold transportation. After all the troubles in the southern suburbs, this is finally a refreshing operation.

After hanging up the phone, Hu Shutong couldn't help but think that Minghe must have been cutting costs on materials and equipment because of the huge expense of refrigerated trucks. There was no point in discussing the essentials and the trivial at this point; at least this part was guaranteed.

Two days later, as the matter settled down, Hu Shutong felt something was amiss, though he couldn't quite put his finger on it. At the same time, a sense of unease began to creep over him…

With Zhonglesi's huge customer base, the absence of this one deal would not have been a major blow, but they were eager to know how they lost this battle.

Not to mention the strong price advantage and the special loan offered to Minghe, there are also differences in the quality of container trucks. Zhongles can produce the largest container size in the industry, with mature box-sectioning technology, and also has a very attractive trade-in policy.

It's one thing to lose to a car company based in Taiwan.

How could it lose to ice energy, whose price is so high it makes people asthma?

Thus, an unseen force penetrated deep into Minghe's inner circle. Zhongles used all his connections, with only one goal—

Win the bid for ice energy!

This is a major taboo in the industry. As the bidding party, Minghe is obligated to protect the independence of each bidding unit's proposal, and once a bid is won, the winning bidder's technical details must not be disclosed. Furthermore, for Zhongles, the insured party, to demand the winning bid from Minghe is a despicable act within the industry.

However, Zhongles believes that Bingneng's plan not only has problems, but also suspects that they have tricked them. As long as they can turn the tables afterward, who will still hold a grudge about their lack of bottom line beforehand?

The cunning Zhongles eventually implicated a high-ranking member of Minghe's technical team. After doing such a thing, it was impossible for this high-ranking member to stay at Minghe any longer, but the compensation Zhongles gave him was enough to make him no longer need to take the position.

And so, the original bid for the Ice Energy project ended up in the hands of Zhonglesi.

At the bus stop outside Mingda Foreign Language School, Hu Shutong carried a fruit basket. Today, he received a call from Xiao Wu, who finally allowed him to visit his teacher. For days, Hu Shutong had been thinking of his teacher deeply; he longed to know how he was doing, and each day without seeing him made him uneasy.

Just then, the phone rang.

"Excuse me, are you Hu Shutong?"

"It's me. And you are?"

"This is Minghe's technical team. We urgently need to verify some data with you. Do you have a moment?"

Hu Shutong looked at the fruit basket in his hand and hesitated.

"It won't take long, it's just a few data points. As long as they're correct, that's fine. Where are you?"

"Okay then, I'm at the Mingda bus stop."

About fifteen minutes later, a minivan pulled up, and the person who entered slid open the door. "Student Hu, let's talk inside."

As soon as Hu Shutong got in, the car started moving and headed to an unknown destination. There were five people in the car, all of whom were burly men except for one who was wearing a suit.

Hu Shutong immediately realized something was wrong. "What are you trying to do!"

The man in the suit grabbed a stack of materials and flipped through them to the last page. There, in bold strokes, was Hu Shutong's signature in pen. Hu Shutong was utterly astonished. How could the ice energy plan be here!

"You did this part of the plan, right?"

"It's me, what's wrong?"

"Who the hell told you that Zotye cars only get 28 liters of fuel per 100 kilometers?! And who told you the car body only lasts three years?! You're slandering me without cause! Who do you think you are?!"

"You're talking nonsense! I didn't write it that way!"

"Open your eyes wide! Look carefully!"

In an instant, two burly men grabbed Hu Shutong, and the man in the suit flipped through the plan page by page for Hu Shutong. Gradually, Hu Shutong could hardly believe his eyes!

Because many of the data no longer match what he did back then!

However, his signature was not a copy. In other words, the original plan was printed after the data was modified. But when he signed it in front of Kang Xingkai that day, he never thought of this step.

"This isn't my data! This isn't my data!" Hu Shutong shouted.

He was shocked to find that not only were the data for the modified car inconsistent, but the advantages of ice energy had also been greatly exaggerated. His original plan, which stated that the U4 could break even with the cost of the modified car in about five years, had been changed to three years, and the annual fuel savings of 14,000 yuan had been directly increased to 28,000 yuan.

This price difference, created by both increases and decreases, is enormous; Bingneng's rise is practically phenomenal. Upon closer examination, Hu Shutong's signature signifies the authoritative guarantee of Mingda's technical team. Minghe, lacking in-depth knowledge of refrigerated trucks, couldn't resist such data.

"You're a disgrace to the University of Ming, doing academic work but neglecting your duties!"

"Shut the fuck up! I didn't do it!"

These words deeply stung Hu Shutong, who couldn't help but curse. Two large fists immediately came flying, and a pair of large hands held Hu Shutong down tightly. The oranges in the fruit basket rolled all over the ground, and no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't gather them up.

In the far suburbs, Hu Shutong was pushed off the car.

"Let me tell you, this isn't over. You can't run away, and neither can Bingneng! We don't care how much nonsense you spout about Bingneng, but if you dare to talk about us without any scruples, I guarantee you'll be finished! Academic fraud—you think you can have a tomorrow?!"

Hu Shutong had no idea where he was. His mind went blank, and his face was deathly pale. After a moment, his heart pounded, and he couldn't wait to call Kang Xingkai.

I called more than ten times in a row but no one answered. Eventually, the other party simply turned off their phone.

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