Reborn in 2011, I am the chief designer of aerospace.

"Nonsense, of course we'll get it all back, not a penny less of the fifty million!"

Cheng Long slammed his teacup down and muttered under his breath:

"When Factory 307 was short of money, the district turned a deaf ear and refused to even contact the bank. Now that I'm getting back the money for the shantytown renovation project—which originally came from the factory—what's wrong with helping them out in an emergency? Even if it were the Emperor himself, I'd still be in the right!"

The finance director shrank back, weakly reminding him, "But there's still 20 million... that's matching funds from the institute. What if Dean Lu finds out we acted first and reported later..."

"Never mind, I'll take the blame!"

Cheng Long waved his hand dismissively, displaying a rather roguish air, "I'm using the money to save the factory, not embezzling it. Even if Lu Zhenhuan comes to settle accounts with me personally, knife in hand, I won't be ashamed!"

Seeing that Cheng Long spoke with such confidence and self-assurance, the finance director had no choice but to remain silent.

Cheng Long calmed down a bit and lowered his voice to instruct:

"And another thing, there are debt collectors lining up outside, and the courts and banks probably have spies watching the factory gate. You should think carefully about how to ensure the safety of this money when it's returned in the future."

"Don't let anyone transfer money to those frozen accounts; otherwise, it'll be like throwing good money after bad—a complete waste of time and energy."

The section chief's eyes darted around, and an idea came to him. "Don't worry about that," he said, "I'll find a small bank in Shanghai... how about Shanghai Rural Commercial Bank? We can open a new account specifically for this money, okay?"

Cheng Chang crossed his arms and said, "Things are different now. We're about to enter the era of big data, and information between major banks will be shared. Do you think you can hide this trick?"

"Let's try anything, Factory Cheng! We can't exactly ask the district finance department to bring over cash, can we?"

The section chief gritted his teeth. "I promise, we'll take strict precautions against leaks and establish a confidentiality system. No one but the two of us will know about this account. I've even kept it from Xiao Cai!"

"Fine, in short, this money is going to be transferred away, and I will hold you responsible."

The section chief nodded and was about to get up and leave when Cheng Long stopped him.

"Old Li, let me emphasize this again: once we get the money back for this shantytown renovation project, it must be distributed to the workers immediately. Everyone must receive their full payment, understand? Not a single penny can be used for anything else!"

"As for non-frontline cadres and office clerks, the old rule still applies: each person will receive a living allowance of one thousand yuan, just enough to keep them from starving."

The section chief paused for a moment, then hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but stopped himself.

"Factory Manager Cheng, don't worry, the workers' wages will definitely be paid. But do you think... shouldn't the senior management also... give us a little something?"

Cheng Long was displeased upon hearing this, and glared at him, saying:

"What do you mean? The senior management doesn't have to work in the sun and rain, and they've already earned plenty in performance-based pay. A slight pay cut is just a way to lose weight!"

"I'm in charge of this! Anyone who dares to complain can come find me. At worst, I'll step down and let him be this lousy factory manager!"

After saying that, Cheng Long rubbed his throbbing forehead and continued:

"By the way, go and investigate the international crude oil market again, and see how the market is for oil extraction equipment such as oil drill bits."

"If the market is tight, we'll convert our precision machine tool production line, which we previously used in our joint venture with Renault to produce vans, into a dedicated drill bit manufacturing line!"

Upon hearing this, the finance director shrugged, offered no objections, agreed to remember the matter, and hurried off to attend to his work.

He had no expectations for the oil drill bit.

For so many years now, Factory 307 has been desperately trying any means to save itself.

I've worked in all sorts of businesses, selling joint venture cars, assembled machines, bottled water, gas stoves...

Which of them didn't start with a bang and end in a bleak failure?

Is there any chance of it succeeding?

The finance director was just hoping that the 50 million yuan shantytown renovation fund would arrive as soon as possible. The workers hadn't been paid for more than half a year, and their eyes were practically green with hunger.

If they don't give him money soon, he's really afraid he'll be devoured alive...

……

On the other side, Song Xingye was thinking about the technical data of the Yinghuo-1 detector.

The advice he gave to Cheng Long was simply based on his own experiences from his previous life.

As for the shantytown renovation project payment, it was discovered during the asset inventory audit when Factory 307 was sold to the First Academy as a package deal.

It was then that Song Xingye realized that a sum of money had been lying dormant in the account all along!

Now is the perfect time to let Cheng Long collect the money. Anyway, according to the original timeline, the Songjiang shantytown renovation project will still be an unfinished project several years later. It's better to get it back as soon as possible and solve the immediate problem.

He took the subway to the Aerospace Building on Caoxi Road in Xuhui District and delivered the documents to the academician's office on the 20th floor.

Unfortunately, Li Difeng wasn't there; he's probably in a meeting somewhere.

Song Xingye handed the documents to his assistant, sent a text message to let him know, and then left the building.

Stepping out of the building, you are immediately enveloped by the vibrant urban atmosphere of Shanghai.

This area is considered one of the most bustling parts of Shanghai, with towering buildings and heavy traffic.

Having stayed in the "Min Dahuang" area for a long time, Song Xingye felt like a wild man. His clothes were out of place with the elite white-collar workers in Shanghai, and he looked like a country bumpkin who had just arrived in the city when he stood on the street.

He did want to buy some stylish clothes, but when he thought about his empty wallet, he gave up in frustration.

All I had left was the CTOC competition prize money and the graduate student stipend from Professor Xu. Spending it in this expensive place was truly extravagant.

Let's go back to the small, unlicensed market near Jiaotong University and find a couple of items; they're more affordable...

Song Xingye strolled to the Shanghai Stadium and squeezed into Metro Line 1 with the surging crowd.

This is the busiest north-south line in Shanghai. It was rush hour, and the carriages were packed like sardine cans.

Song Xingye was stuck between two female office workers who were touching up their makeup, and could only awkwardly look up and stare blankly at the route map on the ceiling of the carriage.

I dare not use my phone or look at random things.

Shanghai is a magical city, a metropolis full of opportunities and challenges.

From here, take Line 1 south to Xinzhuang, then transfer to Line 5 to reach Jiaotong University Minhang Campus and the East China Institute of Aerospace City in Zhuanqiao Town;

If you take Line 1 north to People's Square, you can transfer to Line 2 to reach Lujiazui Financial Center. You can take photos with the three towers of the Central Tower, Shanghai World Financial Center, and Jin Mao Tower, and also enjoy the view of the bustling Huangpu River from the sky bridge.

One in the south and one in the north, two directions.

On one side is a desolate and lonely research base, and on the other side is a glittering and extravagant financial center.

Like two choices in life.

Some chase the stars, some chase wealth.

Song Xingye chose to head south and returned to Min Dahuang.

The next day, following Director Cheng's advice, he greeted Academician Li warmly early in the morning.

I casually mentioned that I wanted the old man to write me a note so I could go to the group's aerospace archives to look up some information.

Although Li Difeng was an old scholar, he was not stupid at all. He immediately asked him what information he wanted to look up. When he learned that it was Firefly No. 1, he readily... refused.

"You're not in charge of the Mars exploration now, so why are you looking up its data? This is a critical phase of the launch mission. I advise you to avoid trouble and stay in your office."

Academician Li earnestly advised, "Besides, if anything goes wrong with the launch of Yinghuo-1, and the security department investigates, you'll be in deep trouble, even if it's not exactly shit!"

Song Xingye could only give a reluctant "oh".

It seems my wish to share the burden for the group is going to be dashed again.

Li Difeng was not unreasonable; he simply explained the pros and cons in a tactful manner and advised him to wait until the launch mission was over and the technical data was declassified before going to the archives to check.

Although Song Xingye was confident that he was upright and had nothing to fear, he understood these principles and thus gave up the idea of ​​going to the aerospace archives.

Fortunately, there are still two paths to take.

Song Xingye sent Jiang Mian a QQ message, asking her to inquire whether Nanjing University of Aeronautics and Astronautics had undertaken any horizontal research projects related to the Yinghuo-1 probe.

The two hadn't been in contact since before the National Day holiday, roughly half a month ago.

Therefore, Song Xingye's initiative to start a chat seemed to have a self-serving nature, which made Xiao Mianhua a little unhappy.

Goodness, he disappeared for half a month, and the first thing he does when he reappears is to ask for a favor?

Jiang Mian, who was anything but childish, sat in the library, enjoying the autumn breeze, and happily sent him a pouting emoji.

Song Xingye quickly replied with three question marks: "???"

Ginger is brittle and brittle. This piece of wood!