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Chapter 1273 Expectation
The house of the second aunt of the Song family is similar to Wang Yan's house, but it may be larger and the yard is also expanded a little more.

She and her husband both worked in a textile factory, where they met, fell in love, and got married. They have three children: the eldest son is sixteen, the second son is fourteen, and the youngest daughter is eleven.

The second aunt of the Song family was the production team leader of the textile factory. She had five or six women working under her, and she also worked with them. The man was the accountant of the factory's finance department, but he was not the accounting leader.

Watching the children staring at the canned beef and grabbing them, Wang Yan and his second uncle toasted each other.

The second uncle smiled and said, "Xiao Wang, I heard that you are going to be the technical leader of our factory?"

"What technical leader?" Wang Yan waved his hand and said, "He just leads the mechanics to work together, and to repair the equipment. Except for the few new guys who took over, the rest are veterans. They have learned from me before. They can dismantle and reassemble the machines in our factory with their eyes closed. How can there be any technology involved?"

"Well, that's not right. Among the more than 300 people in our factory, you are the most educated one. You also learned advanced knowledge in college. The leaders must want you to innovate. You didn't tell me the truth. I haven't seen you in the factory recently except for eating. The old people in your mechanics said that you were secretly researching and improving the machines."

"What secret?" Wang Yan shook his head with amusement. "It's just that I don't have to do the mechanic work. They can handle it. I'm a college student in the factory. I can't just sit there and do nothing. I'll find some work for myself. If it's really a secret, you all know it. Then what secret is there? Come on, second uncle, have a drink."

The second uncle laughed, drank a glass of wine with Wang Yan, and advised: "Get along well with Xiaoping, she is a good girl. Her family has a hard time..."

"Okay, okay, why are you saying that?" The second aunt of the Song family didn't let her second uncle say more.

Wang Yan smiled and said, "Second Aunt, if I say I don't care, then I definitely don't care. What does this mean? I don't believe that anyone would dare to cause trouble for me."

"Brother Yan is the best." The sixteen-year-old boy from my second aunt's family flattered him.

"Don't use my name to bully others, kid. If I find out, I'll let you feel what it means to be powerful."

"How could that be possible? The brothers in our textile factory are all the most honest."

"You guys deserve to be punished. I'm a bandit with you guys. Go back and tell those guys that if anyone doesn't learn his lesson, I'll hang him there and beat him. I'll see if he has the shame."

The eldest and second son laughed shamelessly and ate quietly.

"You see, there is always a nemesis." Aunt Song cried out, "My two boys are more troublesome than the other. Xiao Wang, my eldest son is already sixteen years old, but he can't study well and I don't know what to do with him. So I thought, let him come to our factory to learn a craft.

But you have seen the situation of our family. Your second uncle and I cannot be laid off, otherwise our family will not be able to make ends meet. You see... can you help think of a solution?"

"Second aunt, I'm telling you the truth, this is really terrible." Wang Yan shook his head and sighed, "Second uncle is an accountant, he knows the situation in our factory best. Not to mention your family can't make ends meet, the factory is also going to be unable to make ends meet. I'm a college student, the factory takes care of me, but I can't put on a smear campaign against the factory.

Besides, I told the factory about it, and this guy was hired. What will other people think? How can they say anything good to us? Second Aunt, it's not a matter of those who are capable not having enough, and those who are not capable not having enough. I can't control other places, but as long as I'm in our factory, no one will dare to do this to me, not even our factory director. So I have to set an example myself first, and then I can face others."

Seeing the couple's faces change a little with their son, Wang Yan smiled and said, "But Second Aunt, Second Uncle, don't be anxious. Regardless of whether Xiao Ping and I can succeed or not, regardless of whether we are a family or not, I will definitely recognize this relationship. I can't just watch this kid go nowhere.

Just now I said I was doing research in secret. Why? It's because our factory is not profitable and can barely maintain itself. So we have to find a way to increase profitability. If the factory is profitable, not only this kid, but all the kids in our factory can enter the factory, and then everyone will have nothing to say.

But this problem cannot be solved in a short time, so I will take a look in the next few days and send him to other factories with good performance in our county. It must not be a regular job, just a temporary worker first, but there will be some income, which is also a supplement for our family. Second aunt, second uncle, what do you think?"

The couple looked at each other, and then the second uncle raised his glass and said, "You are more capable than us. I will listen to your arrangements and find a place for this troublesome person in our family to go."

"This place is only temporary. I still want to make our textile factory bigger and stronger." Wang Yan clinked glasses with his second uncle.

Just like that, surrounding all the mess in the factory, after Wang Yan got his second uncle drunk, the moon was already at its highest point in the sky.

I strolled back home, washed myself, continued writing the review outline for a while, and then lay down on the bed and fell asleep...

The next morning, Wang Yan did some morning exercises as usual, then washed with cold water, wiped his body simply, and rode his bicycle to the textile factory to work.

I first went to their machine repair workshop to get my lunch box, and then went to the factory cafeteria to have breakfast.

For Wang Yan, this is actually a novel experience.

Because he had never lived in a county town in that era, and Mengzi was not big, but at that time he was in the military system of the first support sequence, and it was a relatively better-off art troupe. He had worked in a bakery before, but that was also in Beijing. He also worked as a grassroots clinic doctor, but that was also in the northeast where conditions were more abundant, or in the provincial capital.

The material support of the capital and the provincial capital is undoubtedly not comparable to that of the county. Especially since Jinling County itself is not rich, it relies on the farmers in the county to grow a few acres of thin land for support. At the same time, it is also responsible for supporting the city, and then the city will coordinate some resources...

While greeting people along the way, Wang Yan had breakfast.

There was nothing special about breakfast, just millet porridge and steamed bread, with some salty pickles to go with it.

As the saying goes, where there are people, there are gangs. When I was in school, the 40 or 50 people in the class were divided into several gangs. There are so many people in the factory, so naturally there are gangs and factions.

But Wang Yan didn't care. He could talk to anyone, and at least on the surface everyone was happy. As for how people cursed him in secret, he couldn't hear it, and no one dared to curse in front of him, which was good. He could make others afraid and terrified, but he couldn't stop others from cursing him.

After breakfast, before he could start working, someone came to ask him to go to the factory director's office.

"Old Xu is about to retire. You have the best skills in the whole field, and you are a college student. Everyone else respects you. You will be the leader of the mechanical repair team in the future."

The factory director is a man in his fifties named Qi Ming. He has worked in this factory for thirty years. He started out as a worker and has now turned gray.

He poured tea for Wang Yan and said, "The factory meeting has been held, and the personnel appointments will be completed in the next few days. Old Xu didn't come today, so you can just start your work. You must ensure that the machines in our factory are running and resolutely complete the production tasks."

"Yes." Wang Yan responded.

"I heard that you went on a blind date yesterday?" the old factory manager asked curiously.

Wang Yan shook his head in amusement, laughing at the big mouth of the second aunt of the Song family: "Yes, she looks very good."

"I heard their ingredients are not very good."

"I don't care about those things. Who dares to write about me?" Wang Yan changed the subject and said with a smile, "We had dinner at Sister Qian's house last night. I call her Second Aunt now. She wants her eldest son to come to the factory and join our machine repair team."

"You agree?"

"Of course I rejected it. Old Li wanted to arrange for his nephew to come in, but I blocked his office and scolded him. How could I do this?"

Lao Li is the deputy director of the factory. Wang Yan is really not used to his bad habits. It happened last month. At that time, he sat in his office and scolded him for an hour. Of course, it was not a simple greeting, but a political education class, in which he scolded him like shit.

Now not only Lao Li has become honest, but everyone in the factory has become honest.

The old factory director has prestige, which he has accumulated over the past 30 years. Outside the textile factory, other people in the county may not recognize him. But Wang's deterrent power is purely personal strength, and his record can be checked.

In the eyes of many people, he is a person covered with thorns, a person with springs installed in his body. If he is touched, he will bounce up high and fight with people to death... The old factory director nodded, then laughed and scolded: "How dare you say that? Old Li can't even raise his head because of your scolding."

"If he takes advantage of the collective, won't he be ashamed? If he doesn't take advantage and gets scolded, won't he be ashamed? How can this be justified? Some of our cadres have low ideological awareness, they only care about their own families, not the public, and secretly rejoice in manipulating power. Old factory director, I still say the same thing, I can't manage other places, but I have to manage our factory. This is my collective, I am a member of the collective, and this is my power and obligation."

"You..." The old factory director pointed at him, smiled bitterly and shook his head, "Our factory is indeed not doing well right now. We are lucky to be able to keep so many people. It is too difficult to add more people unless it is a political task. Who in the factory doesn't have children? They have nowhere to go. I don't dare to ask for this either."

“That’s the truth.”

The current situation in the factory is indeed not good. Although the revenue is stable, the expenses are constantly increasing. On the one hand, the wages of employees are increasing year by year, and on the other hand, the first batch of workers are starting to retire, and some of them choose to retire early and pass on the business to their children. The pensions and medical expenses that need to be paid are constantly increasing.

As a result, while the revenue remained unchanged, the factory's efficiency declined and life became difficult.

Wang Yan clapped his hands, agreeing with the old factory director's words. He said, "So, Director, I think we should find a way to increase our factory's income."

"That sounds good, but the reality is this. What should we do? I heard that you are researching a new machine recently."

"It's not a new machine, it's just an improvement on our old machine. It won't increase our income."

"So, how do you improve it?"

“I think we can make ready-made clothes.”

"Wouldn't that be stealing business from the county's clothing factories? They'd have to come knocking on our door, wouldn't they?" The old factory director waved his hands, "If you say we don't sell the clothes we make in the county but go somewhere else, then I'll have to go to jail."

"You need to be braver, Director." Wang Yan shook his head and lit up a cigarette from the director's cigarette. "We are selling clothes, but can the clothing factories still eat us? They are not enterprising and their clothes cannot be sold. They will purchase less raw materials from us, which will affect our efficiency.

Then we can make some nice clothes ourselves and sell them to the villagers to increase the efficiency of our factory. What's wrong with that? They can't be so overbearing, right? They can't do it themselves, so why don't they let others do it? It's just a lawsuit in the county, so why should we be afraid of them? When the time comes, maybe we can just swallow up the clothing factory."

"You really have the guts to think of it, but I don't dare to do it. I will retire in a few years, and I can't care so much."

"Then please give me some advice as soon as possible so that I can take over when the time comes."

"Even if you don't want to be the factory director, who in our factory can stop you from doing anything you want?"

"It's important to have a reputation. Do you think I'm a fool?" Wang Yan waved his hand and said, "Since we can't sell clothes, how about we make shoes?"

"Isn't that someone else's job?" The old factory manager shook his head. "Okay, stop giving me advice. Let's wait and see how the policy changes. I heard there might be some movement. Come on, go and tinker with your machine. If you can really tinker with it, maybe we can even sell the machine."

As the saying goes, there is no smoke without fire. Now all places are waiting for the news from the capital. Just as the factory director said this, it can be seen how big the news has become. After all, they are in a remote county.

Wang Yan smiled, said hello and left the factory director's office.

The old factory director was a conservative man. As he aged, he only wanted to hand over the baton safely, which would make his life complete. Although he was not rich, had no power, and had not achieved anything spectacular, he had fully realized his personal value.

I strolled back to the machine repair workshop, where more than ten people from the machine repair team were.

Wang Yan told them about the previous team leader's retirement and his future as a leader. No one said anything and they all actively supported him. They all knew that Wang Yan was moving up. After all, Wang Yan had a high level of skills, was still a college student, and was tough and intimidating.

If any of the old comrades among them were to be led by Wang Yan, they would tremble, because not only could they not command Wang Yan, they could not command others either, and Wang Yan could override them.

The same goes for the current leaders in the factory. Of course, Wang Yan can't sideline others, but he can organize the majority of people in the factory to fight back.

I briefly explained the work arrangements, maintained the status quo, and let them do their own work.

Wang Yan went to the side to tinker with the machine.

This is a loom, a machine that weaves silk threads into cloth. It is quite old and has become unreliable. It is a machine that has been eliminated from the market. I begged and pleaded for this.

His purpose of tinkering with this thing was to refurbish and improve it, to increase the work efficiency and the service life of some parts. The benefit of this is that it can save some expenses in disguise.

If a textile factory wants to improve its efficiency, it can be divided into two parts without considering the policy. One is production, and the other is sales. There is no way to change sales, so we can only find a way on the production side.

Production is divided into raw materials and machinery and equipment. Raw materials are the production methods of various fibers. In this regard, in this era, this is where our technology is insufficient. We are very lacking in the production technology of high-purity viscose fibers and synthetic fibers.

For example, Dacron, which is popular all over the country at that time, is a synthetic fiber, that is, polyester. It was brought about by the 1970s when my country introduced technology and equipment from foreign countries and vigorously built chemical fiber factories.

In this era, there is no technology or machine that is sufficient, and the textile industry is just a small part of it...

Wang Yan actually has the technology in this area, but he doesn't want to show it off so easily because the benefits are not enough for him. He has to wait until he becomes the factory director before he can study it.

So he could only think of ways to improve the equipment, which was within his expertise. There were still many types of equipment for spinning, weaving, knitting, dyeing, printing, etc., and he was fully capable of raising the factory's productivity by one level at the lowest cost. He could even do what the old factory manager said and sell textile machinery directly.

Of course, if he didn't do it, there would be no way to upgrade the equipment in the textile factory. After all, it's not easy to buy it, and it costs a lot of money. If the factory relies on picking up leftovers, it's hard to say when it will be done.

He just needs to work hard, but he just treats it as going to work, otherwise he really has nothing to do. It can be regarded as finding something to do for himself, and he can't dig into the corners of socialism...

He had already done the design, and now he just needed to make the changes. He immediately found someone who had nothing to do to help him, and everyone was chatting and laughing, which was quite lively.

A week passed like this, and it was Sunday again for rest.

Song Yunping got up a little late that day because she didn't sleep well the night before. She got up, cleaned up, washed her hair, and after finishing her housework, she changed into a set of clothes that she thought looked nice.

"She hasn't even gotten married yet, and you're already looking forward to it?" Song's mother, who was making shoes, raised her head and looked at her own daughter.

"No way." Song Yunping denied it flatly and changed the subject, "Where's my dad?"

"I'm out seeing a patient. I'll be back in the evening."

"Oh, then I'll go out and read, Mom."

Song Yunping didn't look at her mother's eyes. She walked out of the house with a book and came to the small river in front of her house. She sat on the flat stone she had sat on that day. She read the book and picked up small stones and threw them into the river.

In between readings, she would always look towards the road leading to the county. The breeze blew up her scattered hair, she raised her slender hands and gently stroked her hair, and she was already intoxicated by the small river in front of her home...

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