Take Off My Aviation Era

　　 "Is there any other purpose?" Lin Bo took the wine bottle and filled it with Qiu Dalin again.

"Of course, if the three parties cooperate, why should we report to it? With such a good model of reform, do you think the ministries and commissions at the top of the two large state-owned factories can ignore it? Or do you think our provincial committees are pretending to See? You have to hide behind and nurture them. Our level of political performance to be reformed is also in urgent need of this at the provincial and ministerial level. Two high-ranking officials’ units attach importance to it at the same time. What do you think will happen?"

　　 "As long as Zhuang Jianye doesn't make any mistakes, it is equivalent to adding two layers of amulets to himself!" Limbo suddenly came across.

"That's right!" Qiu Dalin took a sip of the fish soup and sneered: "It is ridiculous that the people in Yonghong Factory think that the old man can be manipulated at will if he falls, how is it now? In a word, two high-ranking officials escorted , Lack of backing, huh, a fluttering sentence brings two hard backings."

　　 Lin Bo nodded in agreement, and had to admit that this wave of operations was not only a win-win situation for the three parties, but also gave Zhuang Jianye a firm foothold in the 23rd branch, but Lin Bo still couldn't be as happy as Qiu Dalin.

It is true that Zhuang Jianye has a firm foothold, but that only solved the mother-in-laws above. There are more than 400 mouths waiting to eat underneath. These people cannot be dealt with. No matter how strong Zhuang Jianye's roots are, Lin Bo doesn't think there is anything to praise. .

Naturally, Qiu Dalin saw Limbo’s thoughts, picked up the wine glass and touched Limbo: "A daughter-in-law who can make her mother-in-laws less temperamental should not be able to deal with other housework. We have to What he has done is to delegate power so that his fists and feet can be fully displayed here. At this time, in any case, he can't be scornful."

　　 "Old company commander, I am not a petty person. From now on, the 23rd branch will listen to Xiaozhuang. I am... I am... I am worried that the more than 400 people in the factory can fill their stomachs."

Lin Bo hesitated for a moment, and still expressed his worries. Now the 23rd branch does not even have a major product, and it relies on municipal financial subsidies every month. For the first two years, it is good to say that the city’s financial situation is pretty good. It can still support it. Since the provinces and cities launched a series of large projects in October last year, the city's finances have suddenly become stretched.

Not long after the end of the year, Limbo learned from an old colleague of the municipal finance that the budget in 1983 was going to be cut drastically. If the 23rd branch remained the same, the funds would have to be re-adjusted to give Limbo something. Mental preparation.

　　 The wage level of the 23rd branch was originally the lowest in the city, and it can only be adjusted to a lower level. Then, how will the poor cadres and employees of the 23rd branch still live?

　　 Therefore, no one is more anxious to turn the factory back into profit than Lin Bo.

Qiu Dalin knew better than Linbo about the situation in the city. As soon as he heard this, his smile disappeared. He held up his wine glass for a long time and didn't say one, so he could only say something ambiguous: "Look again. !"

　　 drank all the wine in the glass.

　　……

　　Zhuang Jianye's mood was not very good. On the way to the toilet, he learned something from Liu Lei that he didn't understand during the day, so he promoted the tripartite cooperation before dinner, and the good mood of getting his foothold was completely gone.

　　 Even an eight-year-old child knows that there is no money in the factory, and you can imagine that the funding situation of the 23rd branch is definitely worse than expected.

　　 If you don’t have a product, you can find it slowly; the workforce is of poor quality and can be cultivated slowly; if you lack development ideas, you can find it a little bit; but if you don’t have money... it’s really a headache.

If the 23rd branch is the son of Yonghong, Zhuang Jianye will not have the slightest worries, just reach out to his mother, and the sixth branch will soon become a pant because of the rivet loss, and the cadres and workers will not be paid. Take it according to it, and distribute the benefits according to it.

　　 The problem is that the 23rd branch was raised by TM's stepmother, and I didn't care about it before. At this time, Yonghong Factory didn't say to help pay the wages. If he didn't vomit, he would be lucky if his face was drooling.

　　 There is no way. The three-party cooperation seems to have benefits for Yonghong Factory, but apart from the reputation of a joint research project, the actual benefits are really not much.

The shot blasting machine is finally given to Chenggong Factory, so no matter where it is, as long as it can be produced, it doesn't matter if the factory is successful; the location is in Huancheng City, where the training of talents, equipment and workers can be easily done. Get it.

　　What does Yonghong Factory have? They can’t use the shot blasting machine. Not only are talents and equipment not available, they have to be transferred to Huancheng City. In the end, except for a reform pilot unit, there is no practical benefit. Instead, they may be intercepted by Huancheng City. Talent and equipment, even if Huancheng didn’t do it, Zhuang Jianye would have to tear off a piece of meat, otherwise, why cooperate?

　　 Of course, Yonghong Factory has to hold his nose even if he knows it, otherwise Chenggong Factory and Huancheng City can completely ignore the cooperation of Yonghong Factory. Anyway, Zhuang Jianye is in Huancheng City, and it doesn't matter whether Yonghong Factory is used or not.

　　 It’s just that, in this way, I can properly offend the Yonghong Factory, not to mention asking for money or asking for a blank sheet of paper.

As for Huancheng City, Zhuang Jianye didn’t even think about it. In a city dominated by agriculture, the minimum wage for the 23rd branch of the factory would be pretty good for so many years. It’s better to expect them to have extra funds. Go up the tree.

　　 "Oh~~ I knew that, so I left Yonghong Factory a line, miscalculation, miscalculation!" Zhuang Jianye thought to his heart~www.readwn.com~, the frowning frowned unconsciously.

　　 "Brother factory manager, Uncle Qiu said, "You are a very good college student, can you let my plane fly?" When Zhuang Jianye was thinking about how to make money, Liu Lei suddenly asked timidly.

　　Zhuang Jianye subconsciously responded, "What plane?"

"That's it!" Liu Lei carefully took out a bamboo piece and rubber band from his pocket, assembled a bamboo plane by dividing by two, then raised his face and handed it to Zhuang Jianye: "I am behind the factory. There were stalls on the street, but the children who came over said that I couldn’t fly my plane and they didn’t buy it. Brother factory manager, can you help me? When I make money, I will buy you sweets."

　　 It seems that it’s not good to beg the factory manager brother so, Liu Lei frowned and thought about it seriously, and made a big money: "Buy you more delicious candy than the white rabbit toffee!"

　　Zhuang Jianye smiled bitterly. He was still thinking about how to make money. The little devil in front of him started playing with a few candy bars. This is really... Wait, the vegetable market behind the factory?

　　 "Xiao Lei, there is a vegetable market behind the factory?" Zhuang Jianye asked puzzledly.

"Yes, there was it the year before last. At first it was just that farmers came in twos and threes to buy some vegetables, eggs, etc., and then it became lively. A lot of people came to buy things every day. I sold four airplanes in total and made money. It was a buck, but unfortunately, a child later bought a plane that could fly into the sky, and no one came over to buy mine..." Liu Lei said more and more aggrieved.

　　Zhuang Jianye's eyes become brighter as he listens. What does the most primitive commercial street show?

　　 "Don't worry, your plane is on me." Zhuang Jianye swept away the previous haze, rubbed Liu Lei's little head with a smile, took the bamboo plane, and stepped into the house.