For Hu Jiefang, it really takes courage to break the veil of warmth and harmony in the 501 factory.

Is it a good thing for you and I, everyone, or is it a way to break a path in the market with everyone's complaints? In 1984, this was a very difficult choice.

Hu Jie smoked three cigarettes in the conference room, then suddenly walked to the window of the conference room, opened the mottled sash, and quietly looked at the full view of Factory 501 outside.

This is a large conference room next to the factory director's office on the top floor of the factory office building. From here, you can see the entire 501 factory covering an area of ​​nearly 100 acres. Originally, his father Hu Shiwu liked to do this the most in the 1950s and 1960s. How prosperous was the 501 factory at that time!

Whenever the whistle of the worker sounded, the workers were wearing neat blue work clothes and rushing into the workshop. Now, they still recalled the memories from time to time in Hu Jiefang's mind.

But I don’t know when the whistle of the worker started to sound, but the scenes of rushing to the workshop were no longer seen in the factory. More of the workers came out of the carport in groups of three or five, walked into the workshop slowly, and then couldn’t hear the sound of the machine starting for a long time.

It was obvious that the people in the 1950s and 1960s had much harder conditions than they are now. But at that time, the workers were happy to be able to work, and they really managed the factory like a home.

However, now, our factory has higher buildings, more machines, and the workers have grown, but the production efficiency is not as small as that time. Even this factory has come to the hands of Hu Jiefang, and there is still a case of hungering workers. The workers' medical expenses cannot be reimbursed, and their living expenses have not been settled. They thieves in the factory and are no longer the same factory they used to be.

Should I die with a smile or survive in pain? This is a question.

"Survival is always painful. The workers in our country have been hiding in factories for too long that they forget how cruel the world is. Or you can look at those who come back from the countryside, those educated youth, and see how much they can do for a job and eat? Dad, you always think I am just a child, but in my opinion, you workers are children who are well protected. In this world, there is never room for pretentiousness to live. To put it bluntly, if you can't even get respect for my talents, why should I save those who look down on me?"

"No, no one looks down on you, but you are still a child after all..." Hu Jiefang explained fragilely.

"Then I am also a child who is capable of saving everyone in the entire 501 factory. I ask for respect that matches my abilities. Is there anything wrong with it?"

"They are your elders, you can't..."

"No, they are parasites, the objects of my charity, the incompetent people who depend on my talents, the sycamore of the country's salary, the obstacles that this country cannot move forward, and the stubborn stone that cannot see the direction of the future."

Hu Wenhai held the conference table, looked at Hu Jiefang silently for a while, and said hesitantly: "Dad, I didn't want to say this, but I don't want you to live in guilt and regret for the rest of your life. If you still can't bear to change the current situation of the 501 factory, you will regret it for the rest of your life."

Hu Jiefang seemed a little dizzy, and he held the window ridge to stabilize his balance. Then, he vomited out the last breath of smoke from his lungs, and still stood on the ground, and stomped it out.

"Okay, I'll do what you said!" Hu Jiefang swallowed, and his eyes gradually became firmer: "The research team of the technical department of the 501 Factory will be assigned to you for command!"

Hu Wenhai nodded gently and started laughing.

The 501 Factory's technical department has a small building, two stories high, covering an area of ​​about 600 square meters. There are a total of fifteen people in the entire technical department, all of whom work on the second floor. The first floor has long been converted into archives and information rooms, and it is filled with more and more documents.

Hong Yijue, the head of the technical department, is a fat man. He can feed his body a round shape under the domestic living standard. To be honest, this person is very capable.

Since Hong Yijue took the position of the head of the technical department six years ago, he has already lost his thoughts. He knows his family's affairs, and being able to become the head of this department depends on his name of college graduates. But what is the market for college students in the early 1970s? If he changed to college students in the fifties and sixties, or even college students in the 1980s and 1990s, the value of gold is very good.

But the college student in the early 1970s - that is, he mainly studied in the 1960s and graduated in the 1970s. No one needs to say what happened in China during this period.

Hong Yijue was not a junior college entrance examination, but a worker, peasant and soldier student. In the 1960s and 1970s, this was a glorious title, but in the 1980s, this basically announced that Hong Yijue's career was over.

So now, Hong Yijue himself has no intention of making progress. But then again, Hu Jiefang created a real-time machine project and actually "scaught" a lot of money from his superiors - it is said that there are tens of thousands of yuan. If this money can be solved for the technical department to solve the wages owed in the past few months, then...

"Manager, it's not that I, Lao Hong, don't work, but our technical department has only paid 50% of the salary in the past two months. You see, since the factory has money, should you make up for the debt first?"

"Lao Hong, this money is dedicated to the real-time machine project, and it is necessary to develop new products for the factory!" Hu Jiefang was still very powerful when he frowned. Hong Yiju couldn't help but shrink his neck: "As long as the real-time machine project continues, if there is an Air Force order, will the factory treat you heroes unfairly?"

"Who knows whether this real-life function can be developed? Even if it is done, can it meet the requirements of the Air Force?" Hong Yijue was a little nervous, but he still argued with a stutter: "Manager, this money is in the factory's account. It's not your final decision. Look at the comrades who have not eaten meat for several months. Do you have the heart to bear it? Do you just look at the money you have to waste for your son and don't solve the difficulties of your life for comrades? You feel sorry for it?"

Hu Jiefang crossed Hong Yijue and looked at the others in the technical department. Although they were hiding their gazes, their expressions showed a deep look that Hong Yijue said.

Sometimes he really doesn't want to continue working on this factory manager. Zhu Bajie looked in the mirror and was not a human inside or outside. If he was angry with the splint, no one cared about the future fate of the factory. Why did he do it? He was obviously worried about the workers, but he couldn't get their understanding.

"The people's hearts are dispersed, and the team is hard to lead!"

Somehow, a sentence that Hu Wenhai often said suddenly appeared in Hu Jiefang's mind. His son didn't know where he learned these things. The words that sounded inexplicable sometimes could sometimes hit a person's heart. Perhaps, he shouldn't be too reserved for the so-called dignity of the father and admit that he has a son who is better than him. What's wrong with it?

Hu Jiefang shook his head and drove these messy thoughts out of his mind. Hong Yijue's accusation was still very powerful. Perhaps in the eyes of the workers, he would rather give his son money to make trouble than solve practical difficulties for them.

"I think everyone in the factory has heard of Wen Hai's ability." Hu Jiefang decided to fight for it again, and tried to say with Hong Yijue in a controversial tone: "Although he is a child, his grandfather has been cultivating his technical ability since he was a child. Today, I am purely a factory director, not a father. Please evaluate Comrade Hu Wenhai's technical level. How is his ability in the factory?"

Hu Jiefang asked this, and all the technical department employees present could not speak. Although Hu Wenhai seemed to be nonsense, he was indeed very good at making noise. In the technical department, these high school students are considered teams of great intellectuals, and they want to play high and have no vision at all.

Just talking about the most serious incident in Hu Wenhai, a one-meter-5-meter-long coil electromagnetic gun, connected dozens of aluminum electrolytic capacitors in parallel. The material control has been very good these days, and there is no surplus of such important electronic devices in military factories. Those dozens of capacitors were made by Hu Wenhai himself from raw aluminum. He originally did an experiment in a corner of the 501 factory, but in one shot, he hit the factory office building and directly hit a big hole in the iron-cast pot-covered antenna on the roof...

I can only say that I have good luck, otherwise if the shells fly out of the factory and hit the residential building, something big might not happen.

Afterwards, the Technical Department compared Hu Wenhai's homemade aluminum electrolytic capacitor with a factory and found that his capacitance performance was actually better than that of military-regulated products!

Hu Wenhai basically belongs to the "other people's children" level in the 501 factory employees. The reason why he has not been cursed by the children of the 501 factory is that his ability to make a fool of himself is too strong and he is not suitable to be a role model.

Seeing that everyone was not talking, Hu Jiefang felt a little relieved and continued to work hard: "I also advocated my inner self and did not avoid relatives. To be honest, do I, the factory manager, know how to avoid suspicion? If Hu Wenhai was not my son, I would only support his project more firmly. If everyone divides this money, they may be able to overcome temporary difficulties, but how many people in the factory can lose? If the real-time machine project is successful, our factory will be alive at that time. The salary will be paid, the medical expenses will be paid, the bonuses will be paid, and the gifts will be given for the New Year and the Festival, and there will be meat and vegetables on everyone's dining table. Isn't that good?"
Chapter completed!