June 2, 2008, Monday morning, Dongguan.
The remaining warmth of May has not yet dissipated, and the heat wave of June has begun to appear.
At six o'clock in the morning, the biological clock woke Li Yan up on time.
He lay on the bed, looking at the familiar light and shadow patterns on the ceiling, but did not get up immediately.
There is a sense of stagnation in the air that is different from usual.
He knew that today, he would personally unveil a number, an astonishing number that was related to star technology and even more to his own destiny.
He took a deep breath, sat up, and opened the curtains.
Morning light surged in, illuminating the room.
Downstairs, the breakfast vendor has begun his day's business, and the familiar atmosphere of the market blows in his face, bringing a sense of peace of mind.
· Pushing open the bedroom door, in the kitchen, Su Qing was facing away from him, busy in front of the stove.
millet porridge slurping in the casserole, exuding a warm aroma of grains, bacon sizzling in the pan, and the burnt aroma of grease mixed with the faint smell of washing powder in the air, creating an extremely life-like scene.
"Are you awake?" Su Qing heard the noise and turned around with the same bright smile on her face, "Should you wear this light blue shirt today? It looks energetic, which is in line with today's good day."
She hung the shirt and trousers that had been ironed without a trace of wrinkles on the hangers with neat movements.
"Okay." Li Yan nodded and sat down at the dining table.
In addition to millet porridge and bacon, there was also a cage of crystal clear shrimp dumplings on the table. "Are there any shrimp dumplings today?"
Li Yan picked up a shrimp dumpling, dipped it in some Zhejiang vinegar, and put it in his mouth.
The softness of the dough and the freshness and sweetness of the shrimp blend perfectly between the teeth, bringing a solid and warm sense of satisfaction.
This almost trivial daily calm formed an extremely subtle contrast with the storm of numbers that he was about to face in the company.
He knew that this might be the last calm before the storm.
Morning jogging is still the same.
The route is fixed, along the asphalt road outside the community, breathing the fresh morning air.
Sweat gradually soaked the back of his sportswear, and the soreness in his muscles made him feel truly alive.
卖豆浆的阿婆依旧在老地方，看到他，露出缺了门牙却无比热情的笑容：「后生仔，还是老样子？今日油条炸得几好！」
「好啊，阿婆，来两根。」李言停下脚步，擦着汗，掏出零钱。
Although I have already eaten, I don’t mind having two more fried dough sticks.
This kind of instant gratification and pyrotechnic interaction is the anchor point that he deliberately retains to connect with his past life memories and the real world.
At seven o'clock sharp, the black Mercedes-Benz S350 parked downstairs on time.
The driver, Lao Chen, still wearing a pressed white shirt and white gloves, opened the door respectfully.
"Morning, Mr. Li, morning, Assistant Su."
"Morning, Lao Chen."
The car drove smoothly out of the community and merged into the increasingly busy traffic flow.
In 2008, the streets of Dongguan were filled with various vehicles, lined with factories, and lined with GG brands, creating a scene of a vibrant but slightly chaotic manufacturing town.
On the car radio, the host of the traffic station was broadcasting traffic conditions and morning news in Mandarin with a Cantonese accent.
Li Yan leaned on the comfortable back seat and glanced out the window.
Everything seems to be the same as usual.
However, when the car drove into the Xiabian Industrial Zone and passed the winding queue of trucks at the entrance of the Xingchen Technology Factory, which almost blocked half of the road, that strange feeling emerged again.
This stationary and waiting flow of traffic silently tells the story of the business miracle that has happened here in the past month.
"Mr. Li, Assistant Su, good morning!" The voice of the girl at the front desk was clearer than usual, and her eyes shone with uncontrollable excitement and awe.
Along the way, the employees I met all had smiles on their faces, and their greetings were particularly loud. In addition to the usual respect in their eyes, they also had a sense of pride.
·There is a special atmosphere permeating the company, like the expectation of reward after a victory in the war, and the tension of being about to reveal the final answer to the mystery.
Walking into the office, the large desk is as neat as ever.
Su Qing brewed a cup of Mingqian Longjing as usual. The green buds and leaves slowly stretched in the glass, exuding an elegant aroma.
Then, she placed a kraft paper portfolio, which was significantly thicker than other folders, in the center of Li Yan's desk.
"Mr. Li, this is the preliminary financial summary for May and...the profit accounting report that Director Zhang of the Finance Department personally sent half an hour ago."
Su Qing's voice remained absolutely professional and calm, but the slightly accelerated speaking speed and the flash of light in her eyes still revealed the turmoil in her heart.
Li Yan's eyes fell on the heavy file bag. On the cover, the words "Xingchen Technology Co., Ltd. - Preliminary Analysis of Operations and Profitability in May 2008 (Top Secret)" were handwritten with a black pen. The handwriting penetrated the back of the paper and looked particularly solemn and...heavy.
He did not open it immediately, but first picked up the cup of Longjing, brought it to the tip of his nose, took a deep breath of the tea fragrance, and then took a careful sip.
The clear tea soup slid down his throat, as if he was performing a solemn mouth cleansing ceremony for his upcoming "Digital Parade".
He stood up and walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window.
Downstairs, you can have a panoramic view of the old factory area in the distance.
· Transport vehicles are like busy worker ants, shuttling between the warehouse and the gate;
· In the windows of the production workshop, the lights of the assembly line can be faintly seen;
· Employees wearing various work clothes are like cells that make up a huge body, performing their duties in an orderly manner.
The entire Xingchen Technology is like a high-speed, precise and extremely powerful money printing machine. In the past May, it was at full capacity.
The report at hand is the final and core result of this machine - the concretization of wealth.
He took a deep breath and felt his heart beating steadily and powerfully in his chest.
Then, he turned around, returned to his desk, carefully opened the seal of the portfolio with a paper knife, and took out a thick stack of reports inside.
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At nine-thirty in the morning, the small conference room on the top floor of the company.
The oval mahogany conference table is bright and reflects the soft light of the overhead lamp.
Sitting around the table are the core management of Xingchen Technology.
Uncle San, the vice president of production, has a face that is tired after days of hard work, but his eyes are bright;
Sales director Sister Li, although she deliberately stayed calm, her slightly trembling fingers revealed her inner excitement;
Dr. Han, the R&D director, has a look of expectation and curiosity;
supply chain director Lao Wang, with a serious expression, seems to be worried that the next data will put more pressure on his already tight supply chain;
and the well-deserved protagonist of this meeting - Financial Director Aunt Zhang.