Siheyuan: Heavy Industry Revitalizes the Country

"okay, I get it."

Soon, Fang wanted to hang up the phone.

I originally planned to arrange the New Year benefits for Factory 132 and then return to Shanghai to celebrate the New Year with Liu Shuying and the children.

Now it seems that I have to make a trip to the capital.

"What's wrong? What happened?"

The butcher took off his glasses, blew on them, and wiped the lenses with the corner of his clothes.

Seeing Fang Xiang's expression looked a little strange, he asked curiously.

"Nothing, just asking me to go back to Beijing during the Chinese New Year.

It's said that something good is going to happen."

Fang Xiang shook his head and refused to say anything on the phone, insisting on keeping it in suspense.

If it weren't for Dean Lu's high reputation, he would have at least said a few words.

"That's good, let's go.

The factory is stable now, so it's okay if you leave for not only ten days but half a month, even if you don't come back for half a year.

At worst, I can retire later."

The butcher put on his glasses and made a joke.

"I said you should do this."

Fang thought that since the butcher had mentioned retirement several times, he probably couldn't stop him.

But after a moment's thought, he thought of a solution.

"any solution?"

The butcher stood up and took some Zhonghua cigarettes from Fang Xiang's table. After throwing one to Song Gong, he stuffed most of the remaining half of the pack into his own pocket.

“How about being a consultant in the factory?

Come over if you have something to do, and rest at home and take care of your health if you don’t have anything to do.

In addition to your retirement salary, you will be paid a consultant's salary.

I think we should calculate it based on your current salary, what do you think?"

Fang wanted to see the butcher taking away his cigarettes, so he simply bent down and took out two unopened packs from the cabinet.

He threw one directly to the butcher and Mr. Song.

"Good boy, now I don't have to buy cigarettes for the New Year."

Mr. Song was so scared that he quickly threw the match he had just lit to the ground.

After catching the cigarette, he quickly put it under his arm and started laughing.

"Does this comply with the regulations?"

The butcher was not very happy holding the cigarette.

Instead, he looked a little worried.

"It's a different era now, why are there still so many regulations?

Old Butcher, you have worked hard all your life and dedicated your whole life to the country.

Now that the economy is improving and the factory has the conditions, who can be burdened by your salary?

The main reason you want to quit is because of poor health, which everyone can understand.

The current medical conditions in Chengdu are considered top-notch in the southwest, as long as you don't plan to leave Chengdu.

I think you should consider my suggestion carefully.

After retirement, you will suddenly have a lot of free time and you may not be able to adapt. Besides, having one more person like you in the factory is not sure how much profit or contribution you can create.

At least Old Song can have a lot of free time.

right? "

As Fang Xiang spoke, he took out a few more bottles of Moutai from the cabinet (space) and placed them on the table.

After saying that, he blinked at Lao Song.

“I think Professor Fang is right.

Old Butcher, you're just sitting there doing nothing, why don't you go back to the factory and help out?

Apart from anything else, at least getting an extra salary can add some income to the family.

Isn't it better to let your grandson eat a few more bites of meat?

By the way, I can also get some benefits from the professor."

When Mr. Song saw Moutai, his eyes lit up instantly.

He immediately started speaking up for Fang Xiang.

In fact, it would be good for the butcher to stay.

Although Tu Gong has retired, he is still the number one technical person in Factory 132 besides Fang Xiang.

But after all, the butchers have been working at Factory 132 for more than 20 years, and they cooperate well with each other. It is always good to have more people and more hands.

"If you ask me, just listen to the professor.

At least I control your smoking and drinking.

When you really can't do it anymore, you can just fire this consultant, right?"

Mr. Song stood up, picked up two of the four bottles of wine on the table, and stuffed them directly into Mr. Butcher's arms.

Then he took the remaining two bottles into his arms.

"Okay, I'll listen to you two.

So what does this consultant do? Is his work still the same as before? "

The butcher placed two bottles of Moutai on the coffee table. Although he agreed verbally, he still wanted to ask for clarification in his heart.

“Yeah, it’s still the same as before.

But you have much more freedom in terms of time. Except when you are busy, you can control the rest of the time.

By the way, I will get you another car.

This will be convenient for you.”

Fang Xiang nodded, and as he was talking, he remembered that the butcher had retired, so the previous treatment of providing him with a car would definitely be gone.

Just order one for him to drive himself.

"Goodbye, I still haven't learned to drive.

Besides, our family compound is only a short distance away from the office building.

I just walk there every day.

Why would I need that? I don’t like fishing or anything like that.”

The butcher shook his head.

He really has no need for a car.

"Okay, then what else do you guys want to say?"

Fang wanted to see the butcher refuse, so he didn't force him.

He raised his hand to check his watch and asked again.

"What else could it be?

The work that needed to be arranged has already been arranged, and the documents for the work after the New Year have also been issued.

I'll go find Lao Liu in the office later and ask him to quickly prepare a document for you to sign.

Just ask the logistics department to buy it.

We are all looking forward to the New Year, so why would we have so much time to think about this and that?"

Mr. Song had already stood up at this time, holding cigarettes and wine in his arms, and he patted his butt and left.

When the butcher saw this, he greeted Fang Xiang and followed closely.

Fang Xiang watched the two of them leave the office, then smiled helplessly and shook his head.

Looking at the empty doorway, for some reason, I suddenly thought of Professor Xu.

When I looked at Professor Xu back then, my heart was full of admiration, but in the blink of an eye, more than 20 years have passed.

I am finally going to be Professor Xu's position.

He turned his head and looked at the black phone.

President Lu called just now and just asked him to return to Beijing and return to the Chinese Academy of Sciences.

But he didn't say what he was going to do.

But Fang Xiang was very clear that he was going to be awarded the title of academician.

Yes, I finally got the position of academician.

Fang Xiang raised his head and looked at the yellowed ceiling. His thoughts at this moment drifted back to the early morning of spring in 75.

Professor Xu held his hand and looked at him with his yellow eyes. He could no longer utter a complete word, but Fang Xiang could hear it very clearly. What Professor Xu wanted to say was that he hoped that he could carry forward his legacy.

I also remember that when Professor Li passed away in 73, I was still in Luoyi. It was winter and the snow was particularly heavy. Professor Li passed away in his sleep.

When he rushed to the capital, he could only look at the newly erected tombstone on Babaoshan in sadness.

But I didn’t have time to take a look at him...

If they were still alive, they might be able to see me reach this point in heaven.

I don’t know if you will say anything.

"Pooh!

With your mediocre skills, you are qualified to be a faculty member?

It would be better to go back to school and study for a few more years!"