That night, Wang Ye slept comfortably and peacefully.
At seven o'clock the next morning, the two cars left the Red Star Machinery Factory with a rumble, but this time they took the back door of the machine factory and drove along the valley and into the mountains. The road became increasingly difficult to walk.
The Hongxing Machinery Factory is also different from the past. Workers hurriedly went to work in the smoke, and the smiles on their faces wiped away the decadence. The sluggish Machinery Factory seemed to be glowing with the light of youth again.
"Boom, boom, boom!"
Two vehicles were driving on a bumpy dirt road. In front was a Yanjing 212 jeep, and behind was a large Jiefang truck. In the truck compartment covered by a military green tarpaulin, there were supplies brought for condolences, mainly a large amount of Rice, flour, grains and oils, smelly dried fish, half-and-half slices of pork, a small amount of vegetables, tobacco, alcohol and other supplies.
Wang Ye was sitting in the passenger seat of the big truck, and the driver was a young man who looked to be in his early twenties at most.
"Do you know how to smoke? Have one?"
Sitting in the bumpy car, a somewhat upset Wang Ye took out his cigarette and said to the young man next to him.
"Thank you, director! I'll do it myself, hey, hey, hey..."
Seeing Wang Ye striking a match and about to light a cigarette, the young man suddenly panicked, but Wang Ye didn't care. He stuffed a cigarette into his mouth, lit his and then lit his own, and said at the same time:
"We are all young people, don't be so formal."
"What's your name? How old are you?"
Although Wang Ye said so, he learned yesterday that he would be driving today, and Wang Ye would have to sit next to him. He was extremely honest after being told by his parents, and said respectfully while driving:
"My name is Li Baojun, the factory director, and I'm turning 20 this year."
Hearing this name that was very characteristic of the times and the children of the military factory, Wang Ye raised the corners of his mouth slightly and couldn't help but smile, and then asked again:
"Are you still studying? Or are you working?"
The young man named Li Baojun quickly waved his hand and said:
"I stopped studying a long time ago and didn't enter high school."
"He's working in a large group in our factory!"
Wang Ye was not too surprised by this result. With the resumption of the college entrance examination, today's young people have only one choice after the end of junior high school, and that is to take the high school entrance examination. After three years of high school, after taking the college entrance examination, they can only take the college entrance examination based on their scores. You will enter undergraduate, junior college, and technical secondary school, which is somewhat similar to the meaning of one, two, and three after the new century.
And this has also led to the fact that it is extremely difficult to study nowadays, let alone undergraduate and junior college. In a county every year, only a handful of people can pass the technical secondary school (including secondary normal school), no more than a slap in the face!
As a result, a large number of young people have no jobs after studying, and they can only work in factories and large collective enterprises.
So two years later, in order to solve the problem of young people having difficulty finding jobs, the country moved technical secondary schools to after the high school entrance examination. This means that after the high school entrance examination, you can take the technical secondary school and normal school entrance exams, and then the country will solve the problem of work and eat "commercial food."
"Our factory doesn't have a high school, right?"
Then Wang Ye asked, because if there is a high school in the machinery factory, then it is impossible to fail the exam, because as a school for children within the factory, there is no need to take the exam normally.
As expected, Li Baojun nodded and said:
"Yes, if you go to high school, you have to go to the county town, and you have to board."
Hearing this, Wang Ye exhaled a puff of smoke, and the air fell into silence for a while. After a few seconds, Li Baojun asked tentatively:
"Director, I heard that you want to contract our large group? Is it true?"
Wang Ye smiled, held a cigarette and looked at Li Baojun who was driving and said:
"Yes, but I'm not sure whether it will work or not!"
"We have to wait for the meeting of the leaders of the Industrial Bureau."
Having said this, Wang Ye asked again without waiting for what Li Baojun said:
"About me taking over this matter."
"What do you think? What do everyone think?"
Obviously, Wang Ye wanted to find out what was going on in Li Baojun's mouth. When Wang Ye said this, Li Baojun became excited instantly. As if he was afraid that Wang Ye would misunderstand him if he spoke a second too late, he shouted quickly:
"Of course everyone hopes that you, the factory director, can take over the contract!"
"After all, director, if you can lead our machinery factory to earn foreign exchange and make money, then you can definitely lead the collective to make money too!"
"Now we are a group, hey!"
Having said this, he sighed heavily, and then complained in a low voice:
"Director, you don't know."
"Just talking about me, I'm supposed to have a salary of seventeen yuan a month, but in the end I can only get a fraction, seven yuan!"
"I'll give the family another five yuan, and the rest won't even be enough to smoke."
"Originally, I was ready to smoke leaf cigarettes!"
"I'm not lazy either. I also want to work, but where is there any work for me?"
"The adults still think that we just wander around all day and don't do anything serious. They say that we are going to become second-rate."
"But why aren't we hanging out?"
From his voice, Wang Ye could hear a lot of grievance, so he could only smile and said:
"Don't worry, it doesn't matter whether the final contract is successful or not."
"I won't leave our group alone."
"It won't take long, I guarantee that everyone will be able to smoke peonies by then!"
Nowadays, peonies are not cheap. Director Li smokes peonies, also known as "cadre cigarettes." Wang Ye only started smoking peonies after he became a factory director. When he was studying, he smoked red plums, but when he heard When Wang Ye said this, Li Baojun suddenly became excited:
"Okay! We will do whatever you ask us to do, director!"
The reason why Wang Ye said this is very simple. Time is the most precious nowadays. Even if the contract is not approved, can he really not do anything?
Soon, the time came to half past eight during the chat, and the two vehicles finally arrived at the air force station.
Even a few kilometers away from the station, you can see the overall white hemispheric radar on the top of the high mountain.
"Little soldier, help me report this!"
"We are from the Red Star Machinery Factory, come here to visit you guys!"
Under the cautious eyes of the guards carrying rifles, the two cars drove directly to the gate of the station. Then the old factory director got out of the car and said, and when he saw the one-armed old factory director coming down, the guard was surprised. road:
"Old factory director? Why are you here?"
"Quick, call the battalion headquarters!"
The guard in the guard box next to him quickly picked up the phone and started to report the news. After a while, the door slowly opened. The old factory director got into the car, waved to the guard and said with a smile:
"Have eaten for lunch. Come quickly for the changing of the guard!"
Then the two cars rumbled into the air force station, and after a while they stopped in the open space in front of a small building.
