Red Flag Military Factory's director Liu Guoliang, director Wang Yan, and chief engineer Feng Rong were sitting on the main stage of the outdoor cinema.
Below the stage, thousands of workers, their families, and their wives were chattering noisily.
The factory director, Liu Guoliang, spoke through the loudspeaker.
"Everyone is here. Everyone, calm down!”
"Today's meeting is to discuss the fate of our Red Flag factory.
The country has already issued an order to us, the old state-owned factories that do not meet the profit standards and have serious losses, to go bankrupt, reorganize, and reform as soon as possible within half a year!
This meeting is for a collective discussion.
Should they go bankrupt and sell their factories and equipment, exchange them for money and pay their salaries, merge their bankrupt workers into other military factories, or grit their teeth and hold on for another half a year?
If we can work hard and survive this half a year, we can turn losses into profits!... Even if it wasn't a huge loss. If we go to the higher-ups, the factory will have a chance to come back to life.
If any of you have any novel ideas, have mastered unique techniques, and are willing to take the lead, you can step forward. I appointed him as the team leader and promoted him to a technical person.”
Liu Guoliang coughed and looked at the workers expectantly.
"What are you still holding on for? The old machines in the factory had been used for decades and were all worn out and rusted!”
"Our factory doesn't have any core technology or high-tech! Even the army would despise the guns that were made. I haven't been paid for half a year!"
"Old factory manager, can you think of a way to pay this month's salary in advance? Our families can't even make a living!”
The women below the stage were clamoring, their emotions agitated.
Most of the thousands of workers were silent and sighed.
Naturally, they were not happy that the factory would close down.
After all, they had been in this old factory for decades. They had a lifetime of hard work and feelings. Every machine was covered in their sweat.
However, feelings for the factory could not be treated as food.
The women at home were waiting for money for firewood, rice, oil, and salt, while the children were growing up and crying for food.
They were really short of money.
There were no workers in the entire venue who made a sound. Only the women were clamoring to go bankrupt and settle accounts so that they could exchange some money to cope with their messy lives.
The factory director Liu Guoliang, the chief engineer Feng Rong, and the old leaders sat on the stage. They looked at the workers and technicians in the venue and were silent. They felt bad.
It seemed that the Red Flag Military Factory's people were completely scattered.
There was not even a single person who stood up and shouted to save the military factory from danger.
"Humph!"
"A bunch of good-for-nothings!"
"I was hoping to use this bankruptcy crisis to motivate and boost the morale of the entire factory so that we could turn losses into profits within the next six months!... No one made a sound.
This meeting ends here."
The factory manager, Liu Guoliang, was furious.
He flicked his sleeves and left.
No one stood up to take on the responsibility of this huge factory.
"It's not that no one stepped forward. Military work was a high-tech job. If there was, there was. If there wasn't, there wasn't. They've been workers for decades. If I can't even do it, how can they have new technology!”
Feng Rong shook his head.
There were more than a thousand people in this factory, and most of them were ordinary workers.
Including him, there were also a few university students who were technical backbones.
However, he was still an old university student for decades. The old technology he mastered could not keep up with the latest developments at home and abroad.
He was best at manufacturing the Type 56 submachine gun, but the military no longer looked up to it and replaced it with the Type 81 automatic rifle from other factories. There was no external market at all, and there was nothing they could do.
...
Red Flag Factory.
In the office.
Factory Manager Liu Guoliang, Director Wang Yan, and Director Feng Rong had just returned to the office and were discussing countermeasures.
"Hello, director. I'm here to report!”
A young man, accompanied by an old man in a Chinese tunic suit, knocked on the office door and placed a registration card and a file on the table.
Liu Guoliang was a little surprised. He opened the folder and was pleasantly surprised.
"Are you the graduate of the National Defense University, Su Chen, who was assigned to our Red Flag Military Factory this year?
I graduated from the Department of National Defense Armament Design!"
College students in the 1990s were in high demand.
Liu Guoliang had previously asked his superiors to assign a few college students to the factory to do design work.
However, there was no movement from above.
It had been many years since he had a college student and was assigned to the Red Flag Military Factory.
Moreover, this not only required the higher-ups to adjust the work allocation of the university students, but also required their consent.
Now, everything was about money and the economy. Many college students were rushing to the rich southeast coast. Private enterprise executives could casually take one or two thousand yuan or even start their own businesses to earn money.
How many people would be willing to work hard as workers in a state-owned factory?
Especially for old state-owned factories like the Red Flag Military Factory, which were not well managed and on the verge of bankruptcy, they could not even afford a monthly salary of one or two hundred yuan. They were no longer attractive to college students.
In Su Chen's resume.
His academic results and all his homework were SSS!
Armament design!
Military theory!
He was proficient in Western language, Su Xiong language, Arakan language, Southeast Asian language, and Japanese!
Also, the capital's household registration, the Red San generation…However, the file did not specify which company it was.
It was too awesome!
With such a background, he was actually willing to lower himself to come to their Red Flag Military Factory. It was too rare for him to come.
"Comrade Su Chen, welcome, we welcome you to our factory!”
Liu Guoliang hurriedly stood up and held Su Chen's hand excitedly.
"However,
I have to tell you the truth so that you won't blame me in the future.
Our Red Flag Military Factory is running very hard. There are thousands of people in the factory, but there is almost no decent income. It is difficult to pay the factory wages.
As the factory manager, I get a monthly salary of 500 yuan.
Chief Engineer Li Rong received a monthly salary of 400 yuan.
With such an outstanding graduation resume, your salary is definitely much higher than other technical workers, but for the time being, it can only be around 200 to 300 yuan per month.
It was very difficult for the factory to pay such a small monthly salary. They could only pay half of it.
If they couldn't turn losses into profits within half a year, the factory would probably only have half a year left. According to the state's instructions, they would have to go bankrupt and reorganize.”
Liu Guoliang looked bitter.
If the factory's profits were not good, it would not look good on his face as the factory manager.
However, this was a national problem.
It was not a problem that a factory manager like him would encounter.
"I'm fine!
I took the initiative to apply!"
Su Chen smiled.
He didn't lack a salary of one or two hundred yuan.
He had a full set of information on the internal operations of the Red Flag Military Factory.
If he didn't come, he would definitely go bankrupt and reorganize half a year later.
"Oh right... Comrade Su Chen.
I want to ask, with your beautiful academic qualifications, you can definitely pick any company in the country. Why did you apply to join our Red Flag Military Factory?”
Liu Guoliang was puzzled.
"In 1990, the entire country initiated a restructuring. The old state-owned factories that were not operating well were reorganized one after another, and a large number of workers were laid off.
I only came here to say.
With me around, I won't allow it to fall.
This red flag could last for a long time!
He wanted to set up the Red Flag Military Factory as the benchmark of an old state-owned factory. Let this red flag be waved in the wind and inserted into every mountain in the world!”
Su Chen said calmly.
There were countless military factories in the country.
He deliberately chose the Red Flag Military Factory, not because of the technology, manpower, resources, or background of the factory.
He had all of these and did not lack them at all.
It was because the word "red flag" was enough.
The reopening of the 1990s did not happen actively, but passively.
This was because many Chinese people realized that foreign countries were too rich and their technology was too awesome.
The west was filled with skyscrapers and colorful worlds. The economy was extremely developed. Whether it was Su Xiong or the bald eagle, they were rich and imposing.
The country had just started, and many people's mentality had collapsed!
The Dragon Country began to catch up.
This era was actually the most difficult era for the Dragon Country.
Instantly.
Liu Guoliang was stunned and his expression changed.
This young man was too outstanding!
"Good!"
He sobbed, tears streaming down his face as he held Su Chen's hand tightly.
It was as if the soul that had lost its soul had found its backbone and found the soul that would carry the flag in the future.
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