Material Empire

Xiang Jiyong and the other three left. Ning Zhongying sat behind her desk, lit another cigarette, pointed to the sofa, and said, Xiao Qin, sit down and talk if you have anything to do.

Qin Hai sat down and said, Director Ning, the person who was looking for me at the train station this morning was the platoon leader Ge Dongyan of the provincial military region. He was the former guard of Commander Yue. mine.

Well, you told me about this. Ning Zhongying said.

Qin Haidao: The thing I told you last time about cooperating with the army to produce military shovels is already on the horizon. The Iraqi military has ordered 20,000 military shovels from us, and part of the money has been prepaid.

Really let you do it? Ning Zhongying became interested. When Qin Hai first told him about it, he was a little skeptical. He felt that it was not so easy to do military business and foreign trade. . Unexpectedly, in less than a month, this matter was actually done.

Qin Haidao: Actually, no matter what product, as long as the quality is good and the price is competitive, there will be no market. The same is true for rotary tillage knives and military shovels. In a few years, the global market will be dominated by Chinese products. It will become the factory of the world.

If you say you are fat, you are really out of breath. Ning Zhongying reprimanded, Don't say such unrealistic words, the truth is what you get. By the way, you said you have something to report to me, Is that the thing?

Qin Haidao: There are a few things, but they are all related to this matter.

Go ahead, Ning Zhongying said.

Qin Haidao: The first thing is related to our factory. I will handle the steel for the 20,000 military shovels by myself. But the machining of the military shovels requires the cooperation of our factory. I think the processing of each military shovel The price is based on 10 yuan, what do you think?

You have to discuss this with Xiang Jiyong. You have to calculate the working hours and energy consumption. The factory can't work for you privately at a loss. Ning Zhongying said with a straight face.

Qin Hai smiled and said: Director Ning, don't worry, Director Xiang will definitely laugh at the processing fee of 10 yuan a piece. This is mass production, and special tooling can be used, and the production efficiency is very high. Our factory’s own cost must not exceed 5 yuan.”

I can't listen to your one-sided remarks. You'd better let the factory director Xiang figure it out. If it's what you said, the factory can continue, and it can be considered as a contribution to the army. Ning Zhongying said.

Hearing Ning Zhongying speak so awe-inspiringly, Qin Hai really couldn't laugh or cry. For a processing fee of 10 yuan, 20,000 military shovels cost 200,000 yuan. A week ago, if someone could find 20,000 yuan of business for Qingfeng Factory, Ning Zhongying would treat him as a guest of honor. Now that he was rushing to deliver a business of 200,000 yuan, Ning Zhongying still looked unhappy. It's really time has changed. If I knew that when I was in Pujiang, I wouldn't help Qingfeng Factory find so much business.

Of course, this was just teasing in Qin Hai's heart, and he also knew that Ning Zhongying didn't disdain the 200,000 business, but just wanted to show off in front of him. He went on to say: The second thing is related to Ning Mo and the others. I would like to ask Ning Mo, Yu Haitao and Miao Lei to help me for a while, and hope that the factory can approve their leave.

This was Qin Hai's temporary idea. He felt that there would be no way for the steel factory to have someone he could trust. Although he planned to let his father be the factory manager, his father was from another county and was not familiar with the situation in the county, and secondly, he was from the country, and sometimes he would look down on the workers when dealing with them. Thinking of this, he planned to let Ning Mo and the others stay in the factory for a while, and it was best to control a few key links.

Ning Mo and the others are all apprentices, and they are not indispensable in the factory. Taking a period of leave will not affect the work of Qingfeng Factory. However, if this kind of leave is not approved by the factory, it will leave a bad impression in the factory if the leave is too long, which is not good for them.

Therefore, Qin Hai simply took advantage of this opportunity to ask Ning Zhongying for leave on their behalf. He thought, he has made such a great contribution to the factory, and the military shovel project is equivalent to cooperating with the factory. He just sent a processing order of 200,000 yuan, so Ning Zhongying will not give this little face Bar.

Ning Zhongying pondered for a moment, then said, Yu Haitao and Miao Lei can do it, but Ning Mo can't.

Why? Qin Hai asked.

Ning Zhongying said: Ning Mo is my son. If he gets involved in your affairs and the factory accepts your processing order, the workers will think about it.

Qin Haidao: Director Ning is too sensitive. Ning Mo is my friend, and there is nothing wrong with him helping me. For the processing of military shovels, I give Qingfeng Factory a processing fee of 10 yuan, which is already very favorable. What can I say? Your son is no worse than others, and the revolution doesn’t even ask about his background, let alone just asking for a leave.”

Haha, it's still online. Ning Zhongying was amused by Qin Hai, he thought for a while, and asked, Qin Hai, tell me the truth, you insist on pulling Ningmo to work with you, what is it? what idea?

Qin Haidao: Director Ning, don't be angry when I tell you. When I made friends with Ning Mo, I didn't even know your name. We are just friends, and we like each other. There is nothing inappropriate to do something together. If You must ask why, then I will tell you that Ning Mo is a man of loyalty, principles, and business sense, working with me will be more promising than being a blacksmith under you.

Hmm... well, I'm sure. Ning Zhongying was moved by Qin Hai's words. As a father, who doesn't want his child to have a future. Ning Zhongying could trust Qin Hai's ability and character. It was indeed better for his son to work with Qin Hai than to be a blacksmith in the factory.

If you ask them to make a report, it's considered a suspension without pay. During this period of time, they can't receive wages from the factory, understand? Ning Zhongying said.

No problem! Qin Hai replied.

This is the second thing, is there anything else? Ning Zhongying asked.

Qin Hai nodded: The third thing is that I want to ask for leave.

No! Ning Zhongying did not wait for Qin Hai to finish, but flatly refused.

Why? Qin Hai was really a little strange this time. He had been running with Ning Zhongying for so long, and he had worked hard without credit. He couldn't even ask for two days off?

Ning Zhongying widened his eyes and said, You have brought in so much business by yourself, and you know that Leng Yuming can't get the technology in these materials, so why don't you let Qingfeng Factory catch you blind again?

Who said that the pick is off... Well, I didn't make it clear. I'm not asking for a long vacation, I'm just asking for two days off. Only then did Qin Hai realize that he had made a mistake. He helped Ning Mo and others to ask for a vacation. After a long vacation, Ning Zhongying naturally thought that he was also going to suspend his salary and leave his job when he said that he would also ask for leave, so why not be in a hurry?

Two days off... Ning Zhongying muttered, then waved his hands and said, Go ahead, you are from the foundry workshop. For such a leave, you can ask Miao Funan for approval. I am from the No. 1 factory. How can you have so much free time to take care of your trivial matters.

Master Shengming! Qin Hai laughed and stood up, bowed symbolically to Ning Zhongying, opened the door and left.

This brat! Ning Zhongying cursed in her heart, but there was a smile on her face. He thought for a while, picked up the phone in his hand, dialed a number, and said, Switchboard, give me a long-distance outside line, and find Mayor Chai from the city government...

In the next few days, everyone was busy and crazy. Ning Mo and others are hurrying to resume production in the steel plant, Xiang Jiyong is busy organizing production with a group of cadres from the production department, Leng Yuming is sorting out technical documents day and night, Xiao Dongping has already rushed to Haidong Province, and Haidong The East Agricultural Materials Company is meticulously fulfilling the order to Qingfeng Factory.

Qin Hai rested in the factory for one night, and drove a jeep to Hongze early the next morning, and arrived at the office of the Metallurgy Department of Anhe Institute of Technology.

Student, who are you looking for?

Qin Hai was looking around in the corridor when a passing teacher spotted him and asked casually.

Student? Qin Hai was a little stunned, and after a while he realized that the other party was indeed referring to him. He is only 18 years old now, and he looks like a college student.

Oh, I'm not a student of our school. I'm here to contact and cooperate. May I ask which office Mr. Li Linguang is in? Qin Hai asked.

Teacher Li...he is the third door on the right hand side in front, you can ask after entering the door. The teacher replied.

Thank you. Qin Hai thanked, followed the teacher's instructions and found the office. He looked out from the door, and saw more than a dozen desks in the office, arranged in groups of three. Because of the small size of the room, after placing more than a dozen tables, it seemed extremely crowded.

There are seven or eight teachers working in the room, all of them are immersed in writing, and some are crackling with an abacus. At that time, small calculators were not yet popular, and the only way to do some routine calculations was to use the abacus, so this gadget was considered standard equipment for scientific researchers.

Qin Hai carefully looked at everyone in the room, and finally locked his eyes on a middle-aged man sitting in the middle of the room. This person was wearing a round-neck T-shirt, commonly known as an old man's shirt, a pair of large underpants, and a pair of ordinary cloth shoes on his feet. Such an attire is not uncommon in the family courtyard of Qingfeng Agricultural Machinery Factory, but it looks a bit abrupt in the teacher's office of Anhe Institute of Technology.

Since this person's back was facing the door, Qin Hai couldn't see his face clearly. But Qin Hai was sure that this person must be Li Linguang, the well-known sweeping monk in the academic circle of metallurgical science and technology in later generations.