Rebirth of the God-level Xueba

Chapter 201 Meticulous

The train from Lanzhou to Pingjiang arrived at the East Railway Station on time at 14:00 noon.

Jing Cuncheng stood in front of the window of the sleeper car, looking down at the platform.

More than ten years ago, he took the same road, from Beijing to Lanzhou, from Lanzhou to Xi*ning, and then from Xining to Deling Farm in a broken car for three days.

During this period, he made a short stop in Pingjiang, and the platform he saw was the same as it is now, but the people on the platform were different, and so were the people on the train.

He stood in the sleeper car, and the young people on the platform no longer had big red flowers on their chests.

Jing Cuncheng looked at everything greedily. He wanted to know more, but he was afraid of knowing too much...

A small car with a license plate of the Pingjiang Municipal Party Committee caught Jing Cuncheng's attention.

Cars are usually not allowed to enter the train station platform. In other words, the ones that can enter are not ordinary cars. The one-digit number plate of the Pingjiang Municipal Party Committee is naturally not considered an ordinary car, and it should not receive ordinary people.

This train from Lanzhou to Pingjiang had a soft-sleeper compartment. Jing Cuncheng had not yet returned to his post, so he had to use the letter of introduction from Deling Farm to buy a ticket for the hard-sleeper compartment. He guessed that this small car of the Pingjiang Municipal Party Committee should have come to pick up a passenger in the soft sleeper compartment.

Jing Cuncheng glanced over, and continued to search for familiar figures on the platform.

"Lao Jing, got out of the car, can't you carry your luggage?" The passer-by who slept on Jing Cuncheng's upper bunk took the initiative to help him take the luggage down, put it at Jing Cuncheng's feet, and said with a smile: "It's so heavy. "

"Sorry, they are all books." Jing Cuncheng hurriedly thanked him. Many of the books he brought to Deling Farm were scattered, and some were even used to burn fire. Now, the books he brought back were specially bought for him by the department of Deling Farm.

For a reform-through-labor farm, although there are many rehabilitated cadres, there are very few rehabilitated cadres at the deputy ministerial level.

After repeated refusals, Jing Cuncheng accepted it. During his ten years in Deling Farm, he has made many friends, and these friends don't know how long they will stay in Deling Farm.

"Get Lao Zhang out as soon as possible." When Jing Cuncheng left, he distributed the rest of the money to his friends, leaving the most to Lao Zhang, because Lao Zhang's health was also the worst, Jing Cuncheng was very worried , whether Lao Zhang can survive this winter safely.

In a trance, half of the people in the car left.

Jing Cuncheng's eyes swept over the black car again.

The door of the car has been opened, and a beautiful woman is setting up an awning with her hands, looking at the train expectantly.

On the other side of the car door, there was also a square-headed young man looking at his feet hesitantly. Beside her was a woman with gray hair.

his wife!

Jing Cuncheng's body was shaken violently, and he didn't care about the others, so he rushed down the car as soon as he raised his salute.

The people who were squeezed complained, and Jing Cuncheng apologized and said, "My wife and children are below."

The cursing person gradually stopped talking and gave up his seat to him.

While apologizing, Jing Cuncheng got out of the car and rushed straight to the black car.

opposite.

Jing Yulan's eyes suddenly filled with tears.

To her, her father seemed to have changed directly from a middle-aged man to an old man.

Jing Cuncheng also has mixed tastes. Deling Farm is too far away, so he never let his wife bring his daughter and son here. In fact, even his wife applied for many times, but only came once a few years ago. It was also at that time that he met his daughter and son. Photo.

Yang Rui sat quietly in the passenger seat so as not to disturb Jing Cuncheng's reunion with his wife and children.

After more than ten minutes, Jing Cuncheng rolled his eyes and asked with a smile, "Who lent you the car?"

"Yang Rui borrowed it from the Pingjiang Municipal Committee." Jing Yulan calmed down and waved, calling Yang Rui from the passenger seat.

Yang Rui got out of the car quickly, greeted him humbly, and shook hands with Jing Cuncheng lightly,

Said: "Uncle Jing is good, the journey has been hard."

"Hello, hello..." Jing Cuncheng was filled with emotion, and didn't know what to say for a while, but just patted the back of Yang Rui's hand gently with his left hand, and everything was kept silent.

"Let's go to the hotel first. If you have anything to say, we'll talk about it later." Yang Rui smiled gently. Judging from the current relationship between the two, he can be regarded as Jing Cuncheng's great benefactor, but this time belongs to Jing Cuncheng's family, and there is no need for him to urgently show his existence.

Jing Cuncheng nodded, looked at the five-seater Shanghai sedan, and said, "You sit in the front, and we squeeze in the back."

"No, I've arranged the hotel. You go there first, and I'll be there after a walk." Yang Rui sent Jing Cuncheng and others to the car with a smile, and introduced: "Master Wang is the driver of Secretary Yin of our Pingjiang Municipal Committee , The car was also lent to us by Secretary Yin. When we arrived at the hotel, there was a big sister Han waiting for me. She is from the third Tianjin Pharmaceutical Factory. Come on, safety first."

In the last sentence, he was greeting Master Wang. The arrogant nature of today's drivers is comparable to that of pilots after the aviation industry exploded, and they will offend others if they are not careful.

Of course, Master Wang, who was instructed by Secretary Yin, was more political, and said friendlyly: "Don't worry, we are familiar with this section of the road. Make sure to send it to the place safely and comfortably."

Yang Rui nodded to Jing Cuncheng again, and watched the black car with the full number plate drive away slowly.

He actually wanted to squeeze with Teacher Jing, but the time and place were not suitable.

inside the car.

Jing's mother sat in the passenger seat, and let Jing Cuncheng sit in the middle of the back seat, with his son and daughter on both sides.

Jing Cuncheng endured and endured, so he didn't cry, but his emotions were agitated.

It wasn't until the car passed the busiest intersection in Pingjiang that Jing Cuncheng asked, "Master Wang, where are we going now?"

"You can just call me Xiao Wang. Let's go to Pingjiang Hotel now." The driver held the steering wheel and spoke slightly.

Any restaurant with a local name is a first-class local standard in China. Jing Cuncheng looked in the rearview mirror and asked, "Xiao Yang paid for it again? Why go to some restaurant, can't you just stay at home?"

"Xiaolan and I live in the dormitory of Pingjiang Teachers College, and Jingming lives in the school, which is inconvenient. Besides, when you live in the past, the neighbors have to ask, I don't know what to say. Yang Rui is careful, Arrange you to stay in Pingjiang Hotel, you will stay for two days, when you come back from Beijing, help us move, and then it will not be too late to meet the neighbors." Mother Jing is a woman who has been the wife of a vice minister. things, but never stingy.

Jing Cuncheng let out a "huh" and stopped talking. He hasn't been formally appointed yet, so he needs to be cautious in what he does and what he says. It's really not a good idea to go back to the crowded dormitory area.

The driver drove quietly, and quickly sent the Jing family to the gate of Pingjiang Hotel.

The Pingjiang Hotel occupies a vast area, and the Soviet-style main building is also solemnly built. A few thick columns extend the useless gate forward for more than ten meters. At this time, in front of the glass revolving door, which is rare in China, there is a long and wide red carpet. Two waiters in bright red coats are looking at the car with smiles on their faces, with a friendly attitude.

The younger brother Jing Ming, who grew up in poverty since he was a child, looked up at the Pingjiang Hotel building in front of him, and his steps were timid.

Jing Cuncheng also reacted at this time, and said in a low voice: "It's too expensive, I don't want to go back to live, can't I just find a guest house?"

Mother Jing smiled and said, "I told you that it was arranged by Yang Rui, but he said someone will pay the bill, so you don't have to worry about it."

After a while, Sister Han came out of the hall wearing a bright red padded jacket, greeted them with a smile on her face, and said with a smile: "This is Brother Jing, I am Han Yan from Tianjin No. 3 Pharmaceutical Factory, come, I will help you." Get your luggage, Xiao Zhu, hurry up and help carry things."

She also has a follower with her.

Seeing this posture, Jing Cuncheng asked, "You are also the leader, right?"

"What leaders don't lead." Sister Han waved her hands and said with a smile: "Our No. 3 Pharmaceutical Factory is a small factory. I am the factory manager, but I will live with Yang Rui in the future. I am your daughter's student. Oh, In this way, you are three generations higher than me."

The Jing family laughed when she asked her to make jokes.

Jing Cuncheng was even more surprised. He was in a reform-through-labor farm, and the only time he saw his uncle was relatively early, and he got limited information, and his subsequent correspondence was subject to censorship, but he never even mentioned Yang Rui.

He only thought that Yang Rui had a good background, but he didn't expect to hear something different here.

As he walked forward, Jing Cuncheng asked, "Is Director Han familiar with Yang Rui? He is still a student, how did he get along with your Tianjin Pharmaceutical Factory?"

"Yang Rui is amazing, your daughter has taught a good student." Sister Han said with an exaggerated smile: "Now there are not only our third pharmaceutical factory, but also three pharmaceutical factories in Tianjin, two pharmaceutical factories in Hedong Province, and Guangdong The factories in Guangxi and Guangxi have all come to the door, and Yang Rui's technology is this."

She raised her thumbs up and said: "Foreigners all look at Yang Rui's eyes. The foreign trade of Chinese medicine is great. These days, Director Hai of the foreign trade of Chinese medicine takes Yang Rui to inspect the factory every day. He does what he says. What should he say? Just how to change it, he said to buy any machine, he didn’t have a second word, our third factory also got a quota, thanks to Yang Rui’s help to speak, I want to thank you, how much gift you give, how much gift you get back... So I said , you are welcome, if you have anything to do, just order, order hard."

Jing Cuncheng somewhat understood that Yang Rui actually held the power of life and death in many factories because of his technical skills.

Jing Cuncheng, who has been the vice president of Chinatex, knows very well how much power such as technical rectification or technological innovation has for a state-owned factory. A state-owned factory is not like a private factory. You can’t just buy a machine if you want, or change a production line if you want to. All of these have to be applied for and approved by the higher authorities. The difficulty of applying is very high, no less than a one-time comprehensive government public relations. Conversely, if the superior department intends to add machines to the subordinate factories and improve the production lines, the factories that seize this opportunity can easily obtain new machines or even new production lines.

In addition, state-owned enterprises have to turn over their profits every year. In the early years, all profits had to be turned over, and no penny could be left over. And when a company needs money, it has to go to the higher-level department to get it down.

As a factory, adding machines, improving technology, and replacing production lines are necessary tasks. It can be done in three to five years, and it can persist in ten or eight years. After more than ten years, it will fall behind and be eliminated. The state-owned enterprises in the 1980s were not good, and many of them were delayed by the movement.

By the early 1980s, reinvestment was imminent. For factories that want new equipment and new production lines, whoever has the right to technological transformation is the reborn parent.

The only thing Jing Cuncheng couldn't figure out was how Yang Rui got this power.

He hesitated for a moment and asked, "How good is Yang Rui's technique?"

"Awesome, very powerful. Let me put it this way, his level is equivalent to that of an eighth-level worker in a pharmaceutical factory." Sister Han raised her thumb again. These days, they communicate with foreigners with all their fingers.

Jing Cuncheng doesn't know whether there are eighth-level workers in the pharmaceutical factory, but Jing Cuncheng knows each of the eighth-level workers below Chinatex and admires them all.

Back then, when China National Textiles Corporation called for work hard and fulfilled its political tasks, many tasks were completed by high-level workers with their own skills. It can be said that the reason why some projects can go on is because The reason why the factory can reach a certain level depends on one or two senior technicians. In their words during the meeting, the general manager of Chinatex can be changed, but there must be no fewer senior technicians.

However, the eighth-level workers were all piled up with time. Jing Cuncheng was a little bit unconvinced, but he didn't say it.

Sister Han observed her words and expressions, chuckled, and asked directly, "Don't believe me? You'll know in a while."

Jing Cuncheng was surprised, what about technology? Could it be that hotels and factories can't do it.

A few people walked in front, and the people brought by Sister Han walked behind pushing the luggage cart. When Hedong Province just made some money in 1981, the Provincial Party Committee ordered a lot of money to decorate the Pingjiang Hotel. Now, from the reception hall to the back building, several main passages are covered with tiles, and the walls and corridors are also decorated with carved beams and paintings, dotted with exquisite murals. , full of high-end feeling.

The back building that Jing Cuncheng and others entered was decorated according to Japanese hotel standards. Some materials were also purchased from Japan and Europe, and the level was more than two steps higher than the front building. Look, Pingjiang Hotel should be the top hotel in China.

Jing Cuncheng and his wife were more and more surprised as they walked. When they got to the third floor, they were even more surprised when they found that there was only one door, which said State Guest Suite.

Sister Han knocked on the door with a smile, and saw a four-meter-wide double door opened, a room of at least 80 square meters, facing the south, full of sunlight for receiving guests