Stargirl's guide to life in the 70s

I went back to Muraga in the afternoon and went to see Yu Jiang.

"Yu Jiang, I showed your drawings to the leaders today. They were very interested and wanted to invite you to join us in building this machine."

Although Yu Jiang expected that He Zhixing would come to her, he did not expect that he would invite her to join in the production.

"You want me to work in your machine factory?"

"Uh……"

Yu Jiang hadn't officially gone to the institute yet, and He Zhixing couldn't tell her the truth, so he couldn't even make up a reason for the moment.

Otherwise, just pass the blame to Uncle Yu, right?

He has to go to the institute tomorrow anyway, so let him explain to his daughter?

Thinking of this, He Zhixing left the explanation to Uncle Yu without any burden: "Our leader would like to ask you some specific information, which may lead to deeper cooperation. Anyway, you will have to go there tomorrow for the specific situation." Know."

"Oh?" Yu Jiang became interested, "Deeper? Are they paying me to improve the drawings?"

"Cough, cough, cough!"

He Zhixing didn't expect that Yu Jiang would think like this, and he didn't react for a while.

However, this issue should be left to the father and daughter to discuss among themselves.

He's just a little guy, he doesn't know anything.

Due to He Zhixing's secrecy, when Yu Jiang saw her father at the legendary machinery factory the next day, she was so shocked that she couldn't even hold the tea in her hand!

At that time, Yu Jiang had been ushered into the conference room, and a young man brought her a cup of tea.

Then Yu Jiang saw her father walking into the conference room so grandly. There was a young man behind him holding information and reporting something to him?

Her dad?

Machinery factory?

These two are actually related! ! !

Yu Jiang's shock was not over yet, because she saw a bunch of people crowded into the conference room again, all of them seemed to come to see her?

Because she heard a middle-aged man about the same age as her father ask her father: "Dean, this is your daughter who drew the drawings. She is so beautiful!"

"House? Director?"

Yu Jiang stared at Father Yu and asked again and again, but his tone was not like asking but like questioning.

The people who were already crowded in the conference room looked at Yu Jiang's face, and then at their dean's face.

It’s over. This is because we didn’t communicate well when we got home last night!

Go quickly, go quickly! You can’t watch this excitement!

The group of people swarmed out of the conference room and went back to do their own work.

Yu Jiang saw that there were only two of them left in the conference room, "Dad, should you explain what's going on with this dean?"

The look on Father Yu's face interrogating his daughter suddenly felt like he was caught stealing candy by Grandpa Yu when he was a child...

"Well, didn't your father and I find a side job to supplement the family income?"

Yu Jiang twitched his lips in cooperation.

Father Yu: What an unlucky boy!

"It's a long story..."

"Then let's make a long story short!"

"Ok."

Father Yu briefly thought about his thoughts.

"More than ten years ago, your grandfather suddenly fell seriously ill. Although he recovered, he was still injured, so I succeeded your grandfather as the captain of the village.

But I was already working in the institute at that time.

The dean of the institute at the time was also my teacher. He was very optimistic about me and hoped that I could persist in this field. With his persuasion, I finally did not quit my job at the institute.

After that, I kept running between the institute and the village.

Later, after my teacher passed away, I was elected as the new dean...

That's pretty much it. "

Yu Jiang immediately reacted: "Actually, this is not a machinery factory, but a national research institute?"

"That's not the case. A machine factory is still a machine factory. It's just that the city and county officials are all from my teacher's faction, so we specially found this machine factory for them to hide their identity."

When Yu Jiang saw his father who was completely different from the one at home today, he asked very uncertainly: "Does my mother know about this?"

Speaking of Yu's mother, Yu's father's tone was obviously excited: "Of course! I won't hide anything from your mother!"

"What about Brother He?"

"He was also working at the institute during the trip, and he was also responsible for the daily liaison between me and the institute."

No wonder she felt that He Zhixing's attitude towards her father was a little strange when they had dinner last time, as if her father was He Zhixing's father. The emotional reason was here.

Father Yu saw that Yu Jiang had roughly understood the situation and had no more questions to ask.

"Then let's talk about your drawings?"

"Problem?" Yu Jiang was confused, "What's wrong with my drawings?"

"There's nothing wrong with the drawings. It's just the method you used to control the machine using a computer. Do you know how widely this can be applied?"

Yu Jiang looked at Father Yu as if he were looking at a fool: "Of course I know my drawings. If conditions permit, this technology can be applied anywhere, including the military..."

Even though he thought so too, when he heard the designer Yu Jiang say this, Father Yu couldn't help but take a breath.

"Are you so sure that you can succeed? Although you did learn very well in high school, practice and theory are two different things."

“Dad, are you questioning your daughter or your genes?

how? Are you allowed to have a father who is a dean at home, but not another daughter who can research new technologies? "

When Father Yu heard this, he realized later: That's right! He can achieve such results, what's wrong with his daughter having some talent!

Thinking of this, Father Yu no longer hesitated: "Then you come to the institute to follow up the research yourself?"

"Is this a new job?"

Yu Jiang had no objection to this arrangement.

"Well, now that you agree.

Then I will make arrangements for you to build this machine first and then talk about advancing other projects.

But do you still want to study Chinese medicine? "

Upon hearing this, Yu Jiang hurriedly stated his position: "Of course! I will study Chinese medicine with the teacher on Mondays and Tuesdays. I can stay at the institute the rest of the time and return to the village on weekends."

"That's okay. You have to arrange your own time. You can't delay the progress of the entire team just because of yourself."

I have to say that Father Yu is quite serious about his work.

"Dad, how do you calculate wages here?"

Father Yu glared at Yu Jiang angrily, this little kid who fell in the eyes of money!

"Logically speaking, the basic salary is 50 yuan per month, and there are various receipts.

But you cannot work on Mondays and Wednesdays every week, and your basic salary will definitely be deducted.

However, those like us who are engaged in scientific research will receive a bonus after each project is successful. Although the amount is variable, it is not a small amount of money.

For a plan like yours, if it can be modified successfully according to the drawings, there should be a bonus of less than 100 yuan.

Why, what's your expression, do you underestimate this hundred yuan? !

The main reason is that the value of your modification embodied in the machine is not that great, but if you can fix the computer control system, you should get a large bonus! "

Yu Jiang finally felt satisfied after listening to Father Yu's explanation.

cough! It doesn't matter whether she has money or not, the main thing is that she also has a job in this era!

But even if I have a job, my goal of retiring when I work until the age of 30 will still remain the same!

"Okay." Yu Jiang asked Father Yu: "I will leave matters regarding my work to you, the dean, the captain and my father..."

Father Yu was teased and he picked up a document and wanted to beat the child, but Yu Jiang dodged the three or two pretending blows.

Yu Jiang's own father was also speechless.

Hey, it’s troublesome for this dad to have too many names!