Wealth

At noon, Fan Wubing mentioned this issue to his father Fan Heng at the dinner table.

　　 Fan Heng frowned immediately, put his chopsticks on the table, and said to Fan Wuyin, "Don't talk nonsense, where did you hear the news?"

　　 "People outside are talking about this, and people are in a panic." Fan Wubing naturally can't say that the teachers were talking about this in school, so he replied lightly.

In fact, the teachers in the children’s schools of the factory are all controlled by the factory, and it is not practical to say that there is no relationship with the locality, but the relationship is not big in the end. In the final analysis, the classroom staff of the children’s school The wages are paid by the factory, and the factory has the decision-making power over the school, and the Bureau of Culture and Education has no say in this regard.

　　 Therefore, the teachers in the school are basically related to the big and small heads in the factory, and their news is naturally much better than ordinary people.

　　 When Fan Heng heard that Fan Wuyao mentioned the transfer of military to civilians, he thought of him just going to school today. How could he not know where the words came from? However, if the mouth grows on someone's head, it can't be blocked. Moreover, several leaders in the factory also want to hear the opinions of the masses on the conversion of military to civilians, which can be used as a reference to some extent.

　　 Zhang Mei asked, "There can be no waves without wind. It seems that the transfer of military to civilians is inevitable. What are your plans?"

　　 Fan Hyung sighed, "It's a lot of pressure!"

　　 The transfer of military to civilians is really too much involved. With the current production capacity of the Pingyuan factory, if the military reduces orders and the demand for products is reduced to one-third or less of the previous year, it means that two-thirds of the machines in the whole factory are idle, and there are no corresponding personnel. This is a big deal in terms of financial resources. Thousands of workers and their families have a total of tens of thousands of people to eat, and the factory needs to solve it by itself.

　　 There is just one sentence above, think of a way to feed yourself, go to the market, and survive the fittest.

　　 But the Pingyuan factory workers who have been accustomed to the planned economy for decades, as well as many other employees of other military enterprises with the same or similar experience, can they turn this corner at once?

　　 At least for now, under the current domestic environment, Fan Heng has not been able to see a relatively clear prospect.

　　 As the deputy factory manager in charge of production, Fan Heng's courage on his shoulders is even heavier. Which way should the factory go if it wants to convert to civilian products? What kind of breakthrough direction to choose? this is a big problem! Although the secretary and the factory manager have more decision-making power in this matter, as Fan Heng, he must first find a project with good prospects for rapid development based on the existing production capacity and technical advantages of the Pingyuan factory. Otherwise, Relying on a group of political cadres to determine the future of the factory is simply a blind question.

　　 Zhang Mei patted her husband on the shoulder and didn't say anything, but there was no doubt that she felt a sense of consolation. After several years of being the deputy director of the Bureau of Culture and Education, she naturally understood Fan Heng's hardship and helplessness deeply.

Fan Wubing has everything to learn, and he patted Fan Heng on the shoulder, and said to Fan Heng, "Old comrades, don't worry. God can't die of hunger and blindness. Keep your eyes open. Although the road is tortuous, the future is bright. In general, our country is going to move forward. Don’t be frightened by the little difficulty in front of you. Break through this hurdle and welcome you. Ours is a great tomorrow!"

　　 Zhang Mei glared, and patted Fan Wuxian's hand, "No matter how big or small, how can you talk to your dad like this?"

　　 Fan Heng looked at Fan Wu-yin with a little speechlessness, pointed at him and said to Zhang Mei, "That’s how our minister talked to us—"

At that time, military industrial enterprises were under the management of the Ministry of Regulations. For example, the Ministry of Industry and the like, each had its own division of labor. Therefore, the heads of the factory often had to go to the Ministry for meetings. Fan Heng heard his son drag him a letter at this time. , But it was as if the old minister was giving himself a meeting to appease him, I really didn't know what to say.

"Next year will be a very crucial year for our family!" Zhang Mei said to everyone, "Fan Ting wants to take the college entrance examination, and Fan Kang wants to take the high school entrance examination. If he is not sick, he must also take the quiz. This is our family's. The year of the exam."

　　 Fan Ting and Fan Kang bury their heads in the meal, time is really money for them now~www.novelmt.com~ all kinds of review materials overwhelmed them, where is there any leisure to laugh with the adults.

　　 Fan Heng thought to myself, next year is not an exam for me? It’s just that my exam is much more important than the exams of Fan Ting and Fan Kang. If they fail in the exam, they will only affect one person and the family. If I fail in the exam, it will affect thousands of people. People’s food is a problem.

　　 Fan Heng suddenly discovered that he had never felt as tired as he is today.

The higher the position, the greater the responsibility. In the past, Fan Heng only needed to do a good job in his team. After he became the workshop director, he needed to make overall arrangements for the work of the entire assembly workshop, and now he is now. The deputy factory manager in charge of production is not limited to a certain workshop. The production tasks of dozens of workshops and offices in the whole factory are not unaffected by him.

Nowadays, it is necessary to convert the army to the civilian population. Although in terms of time, it has not yet reached the point where the mountains and rivers are exhausted, there is an old saying that it is good to start first. what! How to transfer most of the production capacity of the Pingyuan Factory to the production of civilian products, and how to ensure that the Pingyuan Factory can survive and develop in the fierce market competition, this question has always lingered in his mind.

The weather has gradually cooled down. This winter seems to be earlier than in previous years. It was only at the end of November. The water dripped into ice outside. The dripping water under the eaves gathered into icicles, and they dropped sharply, as if An awl may fall down at any time. The glass of the window is also covered with window grilles formed by condensation of water vapor, blocking the outside view. Looking at the dense clouds in the sky, Fan Heng knew that a heavy snowfall would be necessary. Is here.

　　 What will it look like next year?