Hearing what the old factory director said, Wang Ye's eyes suddenly lit up.
Wang Ye had heard of the place name Guomaoshan. More than forty years later, it was no longer an air force station, but a division-level air force unit. As a bridgehead to contain maritime enemies in eastern China, it was equipped with exactly Eight-Winged Angel J-20!
"Guo Maoshan? Air force station?"
Wang Ye, who was moved by something in his heart, subconsciously repeated these two words, while the old factory director walking next to him explained:
"Yes, it's the Air Force radar station in Guomaoshan."
"Follow our ditch and continue walking for about twenty kilometers until we reach it. It's actually not too far."
"It is one of our combat readiness airports in Ruqi Province. Its main equipment is a large air radar, two runways that can take off and land fighter jets, as well as fuel depots and ammunition depots."
"Because in the early years, their supply transportation needed to pass through our road, so we became familiar with it after going back and forth."
"It's just that in recent years, they have built a road from the other side, and the situation of our factory is not very good, so we have gradually lost contact with us."
"Don't we have some money this time? It's quite difficult for them in the mountains, and the training tasks seem to be very heavy recently. They seem to be testing new fighter jets. Planes often fly over our heads."
"So I thought about going to visit!"
In today's era, the relationship between the military and the civilian community is relatively close. What matters is that the military and civilians are close to each other. Whenever there is a festival, local governments and state-owned factories and other units will bring rice, flour, grain, oil and pork. and other supplies to express condolences to the troops stationed nearby.
But a few years later, in order to prevent certain accidents, this kind of condolence behavior was banned. At that time, if you wanted to express condolences to the soldiers in the army, you could only wait for them to do military exercises or training, or even after disaster relief. Something was thrown into the truck.
"Okay! Of course, you are always thoughtful."
"Since we have made a small fortune, how can we forget our old brotherhood?"
"Then let's go the day after tomorrow? Tomorrow afternoon I will take a few young men to go to the county to purchase some supplies. We will set off early the day after tomorrow. Do you think that's okay?"
Wang Ye was afraid that the old factory director would think he was stingy and unwilling, so he quickly said this. At the same time, Wang Ye himself was also looking forward to the Guomao Mountain Air Force Base. After all, he had been to the Guomao Mountain Air Force Base more than forty years later. What the Guomaoshan Air Force Field Station looks like now makes Wang Ye very curious. In a sense, it can be regarded as a revisit to the old place.
Hearing what Wang Ye said, the old factory director hesitated for a moment, then shook his head and said:
"If you ask me, let's go tomorrow!"
"Director Li said that there will be news in the next two days at the earliest. If we go the day after tomorrow, wouldn't it be a crash?"
"I think we'd better go tomorrow. I'll find a few young men and let them go to the county town to sell things."
"Wang Ye, do you think it's okay?"
Suddenly Wang Ye couldn't help but laugh. It was obvious that the old factory director was thinking deeply about diesel engines and was afraid of missing out. He was even more anxious than himself, who was waiting to be contracted by a large group!
"Okay, of course!"
Finally, Wang Ye nodded and said.
After a while, everyone returned to the conference room on the second floor. The old factory director gave a few instructions to the girl who was serving tea and water. The girl hurriedly left to convey the order and find the young man to purchase supplies.
Then everyone sat down, and after all the cigarettes were lit, Wang Ye sat at the top, puffed out smoke, glanced around and said:
"This time, we earned 5.2 million yuan."
"The cost is basically negligible. All the steel and materials used in the factory's previous plan are used. Besides, 500 tons of planned steel will be received soon. If the consumption is smoothed out, there will be a lot of wealth."
"However, of the 5.2 million, 3.9 million is tentatively in the form of foreign exchange, which may be used to purchase production lines."
"And what we have at our disposal is 1.3 million."
Having said this, Wang Ye flicked the ashes of his cigarette and continued:
"That's what I think about the money."
"First, make up for all the unpaid wages for the past two years. Director Sun, please calculate how much this money is."
"As for the ones that are older, we can only wait until we have income next time."
"Second, since I said that I will definitely lead our Red Star Machinery Factory out of poverty and become rich, then this time we succeed in earning foreign exchange, we must let everyone experience this."
"So I decided that everyone in the factory, one by one, would be given a nutritional subsidy of 20 yuan!"
"Third, during the recent gas tank production process, everyone who worked overtime will be paid overtime pay according to the overtime hours worked."
"As for the specific calculation method, based on the eight-hour work day, the monthly salary is calculated as the average hourly salary, and overtime is paid as twice this."
"For example, my monthly salary is 64 yuan. If I work 26 days a month and eight hours a day, it works out to 7 cents per hour."
"Then if I work overtime for an hour at night, it will be six cents and four cents, and it will be summed up and sent out at the end of the month."
"Fourth, year-end bonus..."
As Wang Ye spoke, the expressions of the six giants of the machinery factory present became more and more surprised. Finally, the old factory director couldn't help it anymore, knocked on the table, and interrupted Wang Ye's words:
"Wang Ye! Although we have an income, is it too wasteful to spend so much money?"
"The wages owed in the past were not owed by you. Besides, now that everything is over, as long as the wages can be paid in full next month and in the future, everyone will be satisfied!"
"And what about the nutrition fee, twenty yuan per person? It adds up to over one hundred thousand! How can anyone give out such money?"
"As for overtime work, let alone it. After all, you have a break. What's wrong with working overtime to catch up on work? Isn't it because the delivery time is limited? Why do you need to pay overtime pay? I have never heard of it in such a long life, let alone Or twice as much? In the past, I couldn’t even work overtime even if I wanted to!”
"No! This won't work! You can't be so fussy!"
The old factory director spoke earnestly there, and the five giants of the machinery factory next to him nodded in agreement. The expressions they looked at Wang Ye were as if they were looking at a prodigal son, and they even gave Wang Ye the illusion. Could he be wrong? Already?
Finally, the old factory manager banged the cigarette pot on the ashtray and persuaded:
"Wang Ye! Although this 1.3 million is said to be freely controlled."
"But we are not allowed to reserve some funds for subsequent production? Besides, we still have our engine production line. Three hundred thousand dollars is definitely not enough. If you ask me, this money cannot be touched. Please hold on."
"As long as we take over the production line, won't we be popular in the future?"
As soon as the old factory director finished speaking, the five giants of the machinery factory nodded. Seeing this scene, Wang Ye couldn't help but sigh.
