Fang Lang was very satisfied with Ant Bollman's performance. He poured another cup of tea and handed it to him and said:
"Very good, then I'm relieved.
By the way, what is the current situation of our schools that train talents in the aviation industry? "
As soon as Ant Pohlman heard this, he understood that Fang Lang had seen the company's shortcomings in talent shortage and always recruited from European and American countries, and hoped to launch his own talent echelon training plan as soon as possible.
After taking the tea handed over by Fang Lang with a grateful look on his face, he took a sip of tea to moisten his throat and then slowly said:
"Boss, as far as I know, Chairman Fang attaches great importance to this school, and the school's infrastructure has been basically completed. However, because the school is not well-known, the school does not have many students and only has a few classes.
Now our company's outstanding designers are teaching part-time in schools, and students who we feel have potential are also brought to the company to learn directly from the teachers.
But I personally feel that these are not enough. If you want this school to grow rapidly, in addition to investing in infrastructure, you must also find an excellent manager.
And more professional teachers and professors.
We people are not professional in education, so..."
As soon as he said this, Fang Lang understood what the other party meant, and after thinking about it for a while, he agreed with what the other party said. It seems that this school really needs to pay more attention to it.
Otherwise, it may be difficult for the school to cultivate enough professional talents just by relying on his father. After all, no one is professional. If a school is good enough, your airline will not have to worry about talents in the future.
It's a pity that neither I nor the people I know well seem to be very knowledgeable in education! This is a real headache.
And after careful calculation, there are quite a few schools that I am involved in running. First of all, the ones I am most involved in are definitely the Brazilian Police University and the Aviation Academy. He was even an important participant in the military academy jointly run by the navy and army.
The investigation department under his command also has a secret spy training school. Of course, this is an absolute secret and does not need to be revealed.
But in addition to these military academies, our company also has many needs for talent training and scientific and technological research and development. The best way to do this is to establish a research university.
Now, next to the Fangyuan Aircraft Manufacturing Company in Sao Paulo, I have a school that trains professionals in aircraft manufacturing-related fields.
It is also preparing to establish a medical school in Brazil based on the hospital it is building.
In Porto Alegre, there is an institute specializing in research in electronic and computer-related fields, and he is also planning to establish a school related to electronic technology based on electronic computer pioneers such as Konrad Zuse.
There is also Wilbur Serrano who is engaged in machine tool research and is also a genius in engineering machinery. It is obviously a serious waste to use such talents only for research.
Two days ago at Mercedes-Benz, management masters such as Edwards Deming finally came to mind. Obviously, they cannot be used simply for research.
After careful calculation, I really need to establish several private universities!
Fang Lang, who understood his dilemma, did not continue to ask Antpolman about the school construction. You have to plan these things carefully later.
If we don't make good use of such good resources, it will be a waste.
"Yeah! What you said makes sense, so be it!
This time you go to Europe and see if you can find some education talents with real talents, preferably in science and engineering.
I have to think carefully and don’t let our school go to waste! It must be put to good use. "
Ant Polman saw that his boss thought for a long time before giving him such an answer. While he breathed a sigh of relief, he couldn't help but look forward to it.
Although I have voluntarily given up the management rights of this school, if the boss is really ready to do something big, as the leader of an aircraft manufacturing company, I will definitely benefit in the end.
Seeing that the boss seemed to be a little distracted and started thinking about the problem, he did not continue to say anything more, but nodded seriously and said:
"Yes, boss, I understand."
The two people who had settled everything quickly ended their conversation. Ant Bollman also needs to go home to pack his bags and head to Europe to personally host the recruitment work.
Fang Lang left the aircraft manufacturing company with many worries and returned to his new home.
Because he was at home, the family members all returned home early. When Fang Lang came back, his mother, Yang Xiuer, immediately started preparing dinner.
It was a rare time to reunite with his family, and Fang Lang did not bring his worries to the dinner table. However, as a father, Fang Xinshan still noticed that his son seemed to be worried, so he pulled Fang Lang over as soon as he finished eating. Arrived at the tea room.
The charcoal fire in the small stove was very hot. The father and son, who had just finished eating, were fanning themselves with cattail fans while waiting for the pottery pot on the small stove to boil.
Fang Xinshan swayed the cattail leaf fan in his hand and arranged the tea sets neatly on the tea tray. Fang Lang took the initiative to pull out a box of Wuyishan Dahongpao from his hometown from under the tea table.
Use a teaspoon to scoop out some and pour it into a tureen.
"Lang'er, I think you seem to be a little worried today. What's wrong? Are you not satisfied with today's inspection?"
Fang Lang was stunned when he heard this and looked up at his father.
"Can you see this?"
Fang Xinshan knew from Fang Lang's expression that it was nothing serious, so he glared at Fang Lang angrily and said:
"Zhizi Mo Ruofu, you kid, don't think that now that your wings are hard, I can't control you."
Hearing this, Fang Lang repeatedly begged for mercy:
"Yes, yes, you are my father and I am your son. I can never escape from your grasp."
Seeing his son's shameless behavior, Fang Xinshan laughed and nodded with satisfaction. Before he could say a few more heroic words, the old man walked over with a dragon-headed cane.
In fact, the old man's body is still very strong and he doesn't need a crutch at all. But I don't know who found the old man a mahogany cane with a majestic shape and fine workmanship.
The old man couldn't put it down, and he has been inseparable from then on. It is both a pretentious weapon and a beating weapon. Fang Lang once weighed this dragon-head crutch. It was very heavy, and he didn't know where the old man got his strength.
Unexpectedly, he was able to punch such a heavy guy without any effort and could come and go freely. Even, when working out in the morning, you have to hold a cane and practice the crazy wand technique.
Fang Xinshan, who was about to make a grand speech, heard the banging sound of the old man's crutches hitting the ground, so he quickly stood up, took two steps forward, held the old man's other hand, and wanted to invite the old man to sit down. .
Unexpectedly, the old man pushed the other party away without caring and cursed:
"I'm not old enough yet to need help. I can go and go."
Fang Lang covered his mouth and snickered when he saw this, and took the initiative to help the old man. His beloved grandson came over to help, but the old man no longer refused, and accepted it happily as a matter of course.
Dad was left alone, disheveled in the wind, with a confused expression. It’s not that you don’t need support when you co-write, you just don’t need me to support you!
After Fang Lang helped the old man sit down on the chair, he came to his father again and gave him a gentle push. Only then did he react, and for a moment he almost lost control of his expression.
I heard that the old man had already taken the initiative to ask:
"My dear grandson, what are you discussing!"
Hearing this, Fang Lang also took two quick steps, came to sit next to the old man, and said to the old man:
"It's nothing major. I just went to inspect the aircraft manufacturing plant today and learned that the development of supporting schools seems to have encountered a bottleneck."
Seeing that Fang Lang had already started chatting with the old man, Fang Xinshan could only return to the tea table angrily and continue his work as a tea maker.
The old man is a person who attaches great importance to education. It is his suggestion to cultivate the martial spirit of the Chinese and to increase the number of martial arts courses in Chinese primary and secondary schools.
When Fang Lang mentioned the school, of course he took it very seriously. He frowned and asked with a hint of confusion:
"Supporting school? Is it the one your dad built next to the aircraft factory to train aviation professionals and technicians?"
Fang Lang didn't expect that the old man would know about this, so he nodded quickly and said:
"Yes."
"Encountered a bottleneck? What do you mean?"
Fang Lang glanced at his father and saw that he had no intention of speaking actively, so Fang Lang said:
"I went to the company today to arrange several important research and development tasks for them. Unfortunately, we have a serious shortage of relevant technical personnel. I can only arrange for the company boss to go to Europe in person to recruit suitable researchers.
I thought it wouldn't work if we always recruit from abroad. After all, they are not our own talents. Therefore, I was thinking about whether we could use these foreign talents to train more of our own people.
But now the school has been built, but it hasn't recruited many students, and it can't find suitable school managers, so it feels like a headache. "
When the old man heard this, he glared at his father with dissatisfaction, obviously blaming his father.
Seeing this, he quickly explained:
"This cannot be blamed on my father. It is really because Brazil's foundation is so poor that it is difficult for us to find suitable talents."
Regarding his son's behavior of rescuing him, Fang Xinshan just glanced at Fang Lang and didn't say much. In fact, he had already noticed this situation without Fang Lang's words, so he said directly:
“Actually, I have noticed this problem for a long time, but because our school is newly established, it does not have much visibility and not many students are willing to study in our school.
These students in the school now are still our influence among the Chinese people. We found some young people who have completed high school among the Chinese young people and mobilized them to enter the school.
Local students in Brazil have no interest in our little-known school at all. "
Fang Lang was stunned when he heard this, and said with some surprise:
"Are you saying that local students are unwilling to study in our school mainly because our school is not famous?"
Fang Xinshan nodded in distress and said:
"In order to find the source of students, I organized people to distribute flyers to various high schools in Sao Paulo and Rio, and organized recruitment activities, but no one paid attention to it."
When Fang Lang heard this, he fell into deep thought. Indeed, as his father said, the reputation of a school is indeed very important. If he accumulates the reputation of the school step by step, of course there will be no problem.
He believed that there were so many great people in his school that sooner or later the school's reputation would be world-renowned, but he didn't have that much time to wait.
Is there any way to quickly gain enough reputation for the school! Of course, let this school have well-known teachers.
However, Brazil’s foundation is very poor and there is no corresponding academic atmosphere at all, so it is difficult to naturally attract excellent teachers.
