Chapter 2694
This is something I really can't learn.
Chapter 2694 This is something I really can't learn.
The Seventh Ministry of Machinery Industry.
Old Wang walked down the office building corridor with his hands behind his back, his face serious, and his eyelids twitching intermittently.
Earlier, when they saw Old Wang like this, no one understood what was going on.
Many people would greet him as they passed by, only to be met with a series of "uh-huhs" from Old Wang.
But as time went on and the incidents became more frequent, people began to figure out the tricks of it.
Whenever I see Old Wang looking so deep and restless, I know he must have encountered something unpleasant.
Moreover, according to reliable sources, most of these unpleasant events are related to the Ninth Division.
Either they suffered losses from cooperating with the Ninth Division and didn't gain any advantage.
Either the nine parts are all being hoarded, which is incredibly enviable.
In short, it's related to the Nine Departments.
However, those familiar with the development of the two machine departments know that although the relationship between them is not as close as that between the Ninth Department and the First Machine Department, they are still partners who cooperate closely.
At the very least, those of them from the Seventh Ministry of Machinery felt that they were closer to the Ninth Ministry.
However, when this sentiment is relayed to the leadership, it becomes a different story.
After all, leaders consider things from a different perspective.
Therefore, it's best not to provoke him at this time.
Otherwise, they'll cause you trouble even if there's nothing wrong with them.
Especially as the year draws to a close, I really don't want anything to go wrong.
Of course, they could all guess how things would turn out.
After walking for a while, I got tired and went back to the office.
Of course, the premise is that Old Wang doesn't come knocking on your door.
Thunderbolt Missile Project Research Office.
"Director, what's wrong with this gentleman?"
"I've already made three trips this morning!"
Upon hearing this, Director Yan, who was studying missile blueprints, subconsciously looked up at Old Wang passing by the door, then glanced at the worried-looking Xiao Zhao, and said irritably, "How should I know?"
"I'm not a mind reader!"
"If you have nothing to do, find something to do."
"Don't let him see you doing nothing!"
He continued working as if that was a remark.
Lately, he's been a little afraid of Lao Wang, since Lao Wang always asks him about the research progress of the new missile whenever he sees him.
Once or twice, I can fool myself by saying, "I have an idea, I have a plan."
But after saying so much, I felt embarrassed.
Moreover, the commotion caused by the Ninth Division a few days ago was quite significant.
News came from several people working in factories in Tianjin that the electronics factory had been "seriously targeted".
The administrative office alone originally had 31 people, including the leaders, but in the end, only 6 remained.
This includes two leaders.
This news caused a huge uproar.
Many people were secretly worried, fearing that this was not a matter of the Nine Departments, and that it might happen to them at any moment.
At this moment, Old Wang was pacing back and forth at the door, most likely because of this matter.
Director Yan listened to the footsteps outside, then turned his back to Wang Lao as much as possible to avoid being seen.
The others, feeling awkward, then thought of the recent rumors and, seeing their director's expression, immediately realized something.
So everyone lowered their heads and got busy.
They were initially happy about the New Year's bonuses, but then news broke that nine departments were cleaning up redundant staff, which made everyone feel insecure.
Who knows if this storm will reach them?
Outside the house, Old Wang still stood with his hands behind his back, looking preoccupied.
Just as everyone thought, he did indeed want to reorganize the Seventh Ministry of Machinery.
After returning from the Ninth Division, he had someone investigate the situation at the factory below.
Although not as powerful as the Nine Departments, where a factory can easily "produce" a million, several hundred thousand is still quite common.
This is all money.
If he had used that money for something worthwhile, he wouldn't have needed to resort to begging for money everywhere.
However, the Seventh Ministry of Machine Building was ultimately not as bold and capable as the Ninth Ministry.
If those departments are really eliminated, what will happen to the people who are laid off?
How should it be arranged?
They don't have enough positions to accommodate these people.
Thinking about this, Old Wang felt a tightness in his chest.
Knowing the root of the problem, yet unable to address it.
They clearly believe that solving the problem would lead to better development, but they are afraid to do so.
This is fucking awful.
After walking back and forth in the corridor, Old Wang began to ponder the solution for the Ninth Department.
After thinking it over and over, he shook his head and sighed.
This sent a chill down the spines of many who were watching Wang Lao's actions.
"Damn it, I wish I could make a photocopier."
Old Wang muttered to himself, his heart filled with envy.
Once the nine photocopiers came out, it would definitely be a revenue-generating project.
It's estimated that it can accommodate a lot of people and boost many factories.
However, he only thought about it.
The fact that the Nine Ministries can do this shows that they have the capability.
where are they?
It's not that I lack ability, it's just that I don't have that much.
Therefore, they really can't learn these nine methods.
"lead!"
Just as everyone was worried that Old Wang might push open the door and come in, or that some department would become the unlucky ones.
Suddenly someone called out in the corridor.
In an instant, everyone felt a sense of relief.
Finally, someone stepped forward!
Many people from various departments were pressed against the windows, and then someone shouted, "It's Director Ran!"
"Thank God, I haven't finished writing my year-end summary yet, Director Ran is my savior!"
Some people were relieved, and others cheered.
Director Yan breathed a sigh of relief, finally no longer worried that Old Wang would come in and embarrass him.
But why would Lao Ran want to see him at this time? In the corridor.
Old Wang was figuring out how to get more funds from the Ninth Ministry. It wasn't that he was envious of how much money the Ninth Ministry made; it was just that the Seventh Ministry of Machinery Industry was a really big operation.
Of course, this thinking isn't just idle speculation, nor is it about shamelessly asking for things without thinking.
Instead, they were thinking about how to 'do business' with the Ninth Department.
Yes, Old Wang was walking back and forth in this corridor, trying to see which projects were more likely to be connected with the Ninth Department, so he could hitch a ride and make some money along the way.
Just as he was pondering this, someone called him, completely interrupting his train of thought.
However, upon seeing who it was, the displeasure on his face immediately vanished.
"Director Ran, what's the matter?"
The person in front of me is of great use.
Putting aside his abilities, just considering his status—he's Yang Xiaotao's father-in-law.
You have to understand that a son-in-law is like half a son, and can also be a father.
In some matters, it's far more effective for this person to step in than for you to do it yourself.
"Boss, there is something I need to discuss."
Ran's father did not notice the change in Wang Lao's expression. He was now focused on the rocket, and it would be an exaggeration to say that he was working tirelessly to help the satellites of the Ninth Division launch higher.
"It's good that you have something to say. Let's go to the office and talk."
What Old Wang fears most is that something will happen and then he'll come asking for money.
The fact that something is going on now means that a real problem has arisen.
When problems arise, they need to be solved.
We need to carefully consider how to solve the problem.
As Ran's father watched Wang Lao enthusiastically walk towards the office, he was momentarily confused. Wang Lao had come to report on the progress of rocket development and, incidentally, to resolve the turbopump malfunction.
This isn't a big deal; we just need to mention it to Mr. Wang and ask the relevant departments to expedite the improvement of the turbopump.
But now.
Seeing that Old Wang was swaggering back, they had no choice but to follow him.
Upon arriving at the office, Old Wang sat down in his chair with an air of nonchalance and casually asked his secretary to make tea.
"Sir, there's no need to trouble yourself. It's just a small matter; I just wanted to report it to you."
Mr. Ran stopped his secretary from making tea, but the secretary, who had served Mr. Wang for so many years, knew what he was planning when Mr. Wang came in, so he smiled and said, "Director Ran, you're busy all day long, take a break and have some tea."
"It's about balancing work and rest."
As he spoke, he skillfully poured water and brewed tea.
Mr. Wang was very satisfied with what his secretary had said.
Seeing this, Ran's father could only sit aside and smile, "Then I'll have to trouble you."
After saying that, he looked at Old Wang and said, "Leader, I'm here mainly to report on the progress of our work."
Old Wang nodded and asked Ran's father to continue.
In reality, he wasn't really listening attentively; he only needed to know a little about the rocket development process.
As long as you have something to say when your superiors ask, that's fine.
Everything else is controlled by Lao Qian.
After Ran's father finished speaking, Old Wang simply nodded with a smile on his face, "Hmm, not bad, you did a very good job."
Mr. Ran smiled, though he could hear the perfunctory tone in his words, he was still very happy to be recognized.
"Sir, the biggest problem we are facing now is that the turbopumps of the rocket engines are frequently malfunctioning."
"Especially now, the high-orbit satellites we are undertaking require more fuel and operate for longer periods of time."
"The requirements are much higher than for our previous rockets."
After Mr. Ran explained his difficulties, Old Wang nodded again, "Alright, I'll have the factories below pay close attention to this matter. You should submit your technical requirements."
As Old Wang was speaking, he suddenly paused for a moment, then immediately said with a troubled expression, "However, you shouldn't have too high hopes for this matter."
Mr. Ran was taken aback. Why did his tone of voice change so suddenly?
Shouldn't we be urging the factories below to go all out, overcome difficulties, and complete the task?
Why shouldn't you have too high expectations?
If this problem isn't solved, then what's the point of doing anything?
Ran's father couldn't quite figure out what Wang was thinking, so he could only subconsciously pick up the water glass on the table and take a sip.
Old Wang wasn't in a hurry and continued, "You know the level of our machinery factory down here."
"To put it bluntly, most minor problems can be solved."
"But if we encounter a big problem, not only us, but even other machinery factories can't handle it."
As Old Wang spoke, he glanced at Ran's father.
Sure enough, upon hearing what Old Wang said, Ran's father nodded in agreement, which made Old Wang feel somewhat guilty—guilty for taking advantage of an honest person.
"So, if you look back, and the technical requirements are too high, just find someone who can do it to save time and materials."
Ran's father nodded again, then thought of something, "Sir, if we're talking about which company is the strongest and most reliable, I think the Ninth Department is the most dependable."
"How about we contact the Ninth Department?"
Old Wang gave himself a thumbs up in his heart, but his face still showed a troubled expression.
"It's not really appropriate to keep troubling them."
Mr. Ran shook his head upon hearing this, saying, "Leader, this project was originally a collaboration between our two parties. If problems arise, we should naturally solve them together."
"Otherwise, it would also delay their satellite program."
"I think this is a normal request, and they won't refuse it."
Hearing what Ran's father said, Old Wang gave him a thumbs up in his heart.
"Sigh, when you think about it, it's because our foundation isn't solid enough."
Old Wang suddenly changed the subject, a meaningful look appearing on his face.
Ran's father didn't understand and continued drinking his tea.
Old Wang was speechless. He had already said all that, and this guy didn't even know to ask a follow-up question?
Too honest.
But now that I'm here, I can't keep quiet.
He also realized that it was best to be straightforward with an honest man like Ran's father.
So he coughed lightly to get Ran's father's attention before saying seriously, "If we want to lay a solid foundation, we can't just rely on ourselves working behind closed doors."
"I think we should take this opportunity to cooperate with the Ninth Ministry. In the future, if they want to do something or develop something, our Seventh Ministry of Machinery can also compete for it."
"Wouldn't this help us grow together?"
"Moreover, it can also help us recognize our own position, so that we don't act like we're the most important person in the world and don't know our own limitations."
Old Wang launched into a lecturing mode, unleashing his full power.
Faced with an "elite" like Mr. Wang, Mr. Ran, who had focused all his skill points on "professionalism," was no match for him. After a brief exchange of words, he left the office in a daze.
It wasn't until he stepped outside and remembered his promise to Old Wang that he realized what he had just gone through.
But if this happens, I'll have to find a son-in-law again.
It's pitiful that he's just a researcher who wants to do good research, why is it so difficult for him?