Rebirth of the God-level Xueba

"one two three four……"

"one two three four……"

The roaring sound resounded through the densely clouded mountains.

More than 10,000 workers, regardless of age, are practicing kicking and walking. Although the temperature in winter is low, the sun at noon is equally intense. People feel dizzy, but they dare not slack off.

Finally, when it was time to rest, Fangzhengye immediately rushed to the shade of the tree, took out the green military water bottle, poured a few sips of water, and then gasped, said: "These military masters are too ruthless, they really treat us like soldiers. "

"Teenage broken dolls are the most ruthless. They will do what they say, otherwise, why do you have to be young to be a soldier? You have to be able to charge up with a machine gun." The person who spoke was from a workshop in Fangzhengye. Zhang Bin, an old worker, is almost fifty years old this year, and he is also the oldest in the team.

Compared with Fang Zhengye's physical weakness and shortness of breath, Zhang Bin's condition is better. He sipped water and said: "When we built the factory, we worked harder than this, but we don't know what the new factory is like. look."

"Are you really going to build a new factory?" Fangzhengye forgot about his tiredness.

The first few days of military training were indeed exhausting, but after the fatigue at the beginning, the next training was finally able to survive.

Moreover, compared with how to spend the military training, the workers present are still more concerned about the future work and their respective factories.

Zhang Bing looked around and said in the tone of someone who came here: "Nine times out of ten, we are going to build a new factory. This is what we did back then. We first dispersed people from all over the country and then reorganized them. However, we were laborers back then. , not military training."

"There are more than 10,000 people, it's better to send us to work, it's a waste of time for military training..." Fang Zhengye didn't like military training at all. His children are all 13 years old, and they will be able to serve in the army in a few years, but they are trained by the soldiers like grandchildren in the mountains.

Of course, there were also grumpy workers who fought with the instructors. Although the instructor was punished, the worker who fought was even worse. He was directly taken to the special training team for a week of training, and his face was tanned.

The army is a violent institution, and it is not really a place for reasoning. The workers quickly understood this truth. In recent days, even the most lazy workers have been educated to be diligent.

As a melting pot, the army with violent attributes is really raging.

Zhang Bing is soft-tempered, so he smiled disapprovingly at Fang Zhengye's resistance, and said: "When I was in the factory before, these people didn't do much work, and no one thought it was a waste. Anyway, it's a waste of money. It's better to do military training all at once. , so as not to get another moth in the new factory."

"According to you, military training is useful?"

"It's useful if the higher-ups think it's useful." Zhang Bing paused, and then said, "Anyway, it's better than leaving a group of people in the factory to discuss with you."

"That is, there is nothing to discuss now, it's not just what people say..."

As soon as Fang Zhengye finished speaking, the instructor's whistle sounded.

"gather!"

"gather!"

The instructor raised his head and shouted, and the workers hurriedly stood up and ran across.

It is said that the working class is the most disciplined, and it is true when the workload in the factory is heavy.

However, when the operating rate of the factory continues to decline, the probability will continue to decline along with the production capacity. Because it is meaningless to maintain a high-efficiency discipline. Even when the machines in the factory are not turned on, what can everyone do except gather together to smoke and fart.

The military is a great place to get rid of loneliness.

Especially when it comes to military training that doesn't talk about human feelings. The big soldiers don't know the workers in front of them, let alone worry that they will become their colleagues or subordinates in the future, and because of the requirements of their superiors, one practiced more ruthlessly than the other.

In less than two weeks, more than 30 workers have been admitted to the hospital for various reasons.

However, the remaining workers did not get reduced treatment.

Fang Zhengye put his legs together and quickly stood in a row with the people around him, his movements were very standard.

"Relax." The instructor shouted, and he himself stood in the first row of the queue.

"Hello, all comrades workers." At an unknown time, a few people suddenly appeared on the usually empty rostrum, and some people spoke with microphones.

Fangzhengye was a little dazed, but took advantage of the situation to look over.

"It's Yang Rui." Fang Zhengye's eyes were super good, and he immediately recognized the young man holding a microphone on the rostrum. It was Yang Rui, the Nobel Prize winner who was widely publicized a few days ago.

Zhang Bing couldn't see the person clearly, so he said "Huh" and asked, "Is that right?"

"Looks good, as long as my daughter sees him on TV, we are not allowed to change channels."

"Speaking is not allowed." The instructor poked his head forward and looked over viciously. Although he was only a teenage soldier doll, no one dared to offend him.

Fangzhengye and Zhang Bin had no choice but to keep silent.

Yang Rui, who was on the stage, also started to speak rhythmically: "I was entrusted by the Chemical Medicine Revitalization Office to conduct a research on the reorganization of Huabei Pharmaceutical, North China No. 1 Pharmaceutical Factory, [emailprotected]. It is difficult to feed the more than 10,000 people present by making Chinese patent medicines, or generics of old medicines, and I think everyone is not willing to live a life of dead wages like a large collective factory."

"I don't want to." Someone yelled out, and others echoed.

Fang Zhengye couldn't help but speak.

Regardless of whether everyone is a state-owned enterprise, the gap between state-owned enterprises and state-owned enterprises is also huge.

The most basic thing is to see who the father of the state-owned enterprise is. High-end state-owned enterprises are high-end. Dad’s status is high. In the 1980s, state-owned enterprises directly under the ministries and commissions were also very high-end. The third-tier factories are struggling to make ends meet, and several enterprises under the Machinery Department are also declining day by day, which is very disappointing.

In contrast, local provincial governments and state-owned enterprises in provincial capital cities are relatively stable. For example, Huabei Pharmaceutical, where Founder is located, can not only get a salary, but also travel once a year. benefits.

Even if North China Pharmaceutical looks to be dying, its skeleton is much larger than that of a collective enterprise.

Most of the collective factories, not to mention dead wages, even full wages are an extravagant hope.

The workers present looked down on collective factories before, and now they are even more reluctant to enter state-owned factories.

Yang Rui didn't wait for the excitement of the crowd, and immediately said: "Since you don't want to, you have to make changes. I think that the new factory should aim at developing and producing new drugs. Of course, the development of new drugs will be developed by Peking University Ion The channel laboratory will be in charge, but the production work will be handed over to you..."

Yang Rui briefly mentioned the combination of industry, education and research. It doesn't need to be too detailed, just let the workers know their future working environment.

At this time, someone shouted: "Professor Yang, did you develop the new drug?"

"Don't talk." The instructor in the same group was anxious at that time.

"It doesn't matter, you can ask a few questions." Yang Rui held the microphone and said again: "The new drug was developed by the Ion Channel Laboratory of Peking University, and the current progress is gratifying. At the same time, we must build the factory building with high standards as soon as possible. "

"Will the new medicine be sold?" It was still the same person asking, but there were quite a few people who agreed, and they all looked at Yang Rui with concern.

Whether a medicine sells well is the most important thing for the factory. Even workers who don't understand the market can draw conclusions from the production requirements.

However, this time, without waiting for Yang Rui's answer, a worker from the company next door shouted loudly: "How can the new drug made by the Nobel Prize not sell well?"

"It's about the Nobel Prize, the number one in the world, and the medicine made by others, can it still be bad?"

"Even if he took out a pile of mud, he could sell it."

Although there are opponents, this inexplicable sense of trust is the mainstream of the scene.

Yang Rui was also stunned for a moment, then picked up the microphone, nodded slightly, and said: "The medicine we make will definitely sell, everyone can rest assured."

"You do, we rest assured."

"We are going to become the world's number one pharmaceutical company."

"China's number one is almost the same."

The discussion among the workers quickly made the scene chaotic. The army representative walked over quickly and persuaded in a low voice: "Professor Yang, why don't you come here first."

"Let me say one more thing, please be quiet." Yang Rui picked up the microphone, not only answered the military representative, but also silenced the people below.

Yang Rui paused for a while, and then said: "The new factory is established, and a lot of waste is waiting to be done. Everyone's performance during this period will determine your future work to a large extent. At present, most of the factory cadres who are studying in the party school They all need further study, so we will promote some cadres among you, please work hard.”

After speaking, Yang Rui put down the microphone and turned to leave.

After a brief moment of surprise, the workers immediately sparked a lively discussion.

Fangzhengye couldn't help but said to Zhang Bin: "We also have the opportunity to be cadres."

"I'm too old to do it anymore. It's an opportunity for you young people." Zhang Bin said with emotion: "When we opened the new factory, people were promoted every day. Think about it, compared to the lifeless factory behind , It’s much more comfortable. If you have the heart, you have to seize the opportunity.”

"Maybe I just said it." Fang Zhengye answered the words embarrassedly, but his legs were stretched out, and he had already begun to strictly demand himself by the standards of a cadre.

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