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

Chapter 95 Research Group Assembly

Li Difeng laughed and said, "If you do that, you'll make a lot of people hate you!"

"What's there to be afraid of? We've done this kind of thing more than once or twice, hehe."

Lu Zhenhuan grinned, turned to Song Xingye, and gave him a thumbs-up. "Little Song, well done! Ever since you came to the East China Institute, you've given me one surprise after another. This time, I'll credit you. Let's set up a project based on this technical feasibility report, codenamed the 'Coal and Coke Crusher' research group. Would you like to participate?"

Song Xingye nodded, "Of course, as long as the leaders don't mind my lack of experience."

"Nonsense. Besides, how can a newcomer become an old hand if they don't get some training?"

Lu Zhenhuan patted the armrest of his chair with a cheerful laugh, making a final decision, "Then it's settled. It will be a secret study within the East China Institute. Oh, by the way, Xiao Song, you should have your two certificates by now, right? You can start collecting funding for your research project soon. As for your lightning-inducing rocket, what are you planning to do with it?"

Song Xingye was just about to bring this up, so since he had been asked, he got straight to the point: "Dean Lu, although the lightning-inducing rocket is a small gadget, the manufacturing process involved is quite complex."

Therefore, it's difficult for most research institutes to undertake this independently. I think it's more suitable to directly affiliate with a factory, so I think—”

Before he could finish speaking, Lu Zhenhuan readily agreed.

Perhaps they felt there wasn't much profit margin in these little gadgets, so they didn't feel bad about giving them away.

"Alright, we'll do it your way. You can take it to the factories under the East China Institute for research and development. For any factory doing supporting R&D, I'll specially approve retaining 25% of the profits as dividends, and it won't be included in the year-end profit distribution. Consider it a special favor from me, okay?"

Song Xingye blinked in surprise.

Having had administrative experience in his previous life, he knew all too well the weight of Dean Lu's words.

Each factory under the East China Institute has its own production targets and generates revenue through the sale of its products.

The projects assigned by the institute will inevitably distract them. If there are no real benefits, the factory will inevitably shirk responsibility and even fail to put in any effort.

But giving a 25% dividend at once is unprecedented, not to mention that it doesn't need to be included in the year-end stockpile—meaning that this money is the factory's "private stash" and doesn't need to be "taxed" to the management at the end of the year.

In this way, the factory's enthusiasm will be greatly increased, and the work of Song Xingye's research group can be carried out smoothly.

Lu Zhenhuan looked at him and asked, "So, which factory are you planning to work on the lightning-inducing rocket project? Factory 8149?"

Song Xingye replied almost without hesitation, "Go to Factory 8307."

"twenty one?"

This choice was unexpected by Lu Zhenhuan and Li Difeng.

Logically speaking, Factory 8149 should be the factory with the deepest roots and most solid foundation of East China Institute, while Factory 8307—wasn't it about to go bankrupt?

The 8307 mentioned by Song Xingye is naturally the 307 Red Star Aerospace Equipment Manufacturing Plant. However, within the Dongyu Group, the prefix "Academy Number" is often added, hence the name 837.

He chose this location for two reasons.

On the one hand, the lightning-guided rocket is a small project, with the group and the institute contributing a total of ten million yuan.

Although Song Xingye was confident that its market prospects were broad, it might not receive sufficient attention from a large company like 8149.

Conversely, in the dilapidated 8307 factory, where everyone had nothing to do, more expectations were placed on them.

In addition, Song Xingye had previously suffered a setback at this factory, and he was the kind of person who would always get back up after falling down, so he hoped to take this opportunity to revitalize this long-established factory.

Seeing his resolute determination, Dean Lu said no more and nodded in agreement.

Finally, he added a word of caution, "When you get there, be careful of Director Cheng's sweet talk. That guy's been desperate for money lately; he's even eyeing the funds for the shantytown renovation project. Last week, someone from the Shanghai State-owned Assets Supervision and Administration Commission called me, asking if it was on my orders—"

Song Xingye's heart skipped a beat, and he almost burst out laughing.

Lu Zhenhuan never imagined that the person who gave him the bad idea was standing right in front of him.

Song Xingye suppressed a laugh and feigned surprise, probing indirectly, "So—Director Cheng really got the money back?"

"Yes, we got an IOU from the Songjiang District Finance Bureau, saying the money wasn't being repaid but was a temporary loan, to be repaid once the factory's finances improved. If it weren't for the call from the State-owned Assets Supervision and Administration Commission, I wouldn't have known this guy dared to act first and ask for permission later. It's infuriating!"

Seeing Dean Lu puffing out his beard and glaring, Li Difeng couldn't help but laugh. "I've met that kid twice. He's a tough guy who dares to fight. Factory 307 is a mess right now, and only someone like him, who's a real daredevil, can clean it up."

"He acted first and informed me later, what can I do? I guess that money from the urban renewal project has already been used to pay the workers' wages, so there's nothing I can do about it if I try to settle accounts later."

Lu Zhenhuan snorted twice and waved his hand: "Let him do whatever he wants. If he can't clean up this mess, we'll settle all the old scores and new scores together! Alright, Xiao Song, go ahead and get busy."

So Song Xingye left first, leaving only Academician Li in the office to talk.

After taking graduation photos and receiving his diploma and degree certificate, Song Xingye returned to the doctoral building to pack his luggage and begin moving out of the school.

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The junior students in the lab were reluctant to leave and helped carry the things.

In this place where they had spent nine years together, every paving stone was etched with memories. When it was time to leave, Song Xingye felt a pang of sadness.

Fortunately, his next stop isn't too far away.

The East China Institute is only a 20-minute bike ride from the Min Dahuang Campus.

Now he has bought a car for transportation, and even with traffic jams, it only takes him ten minutes to get around.

"From now on, you should all listen to Professor Xu and not make him angry. If you encounter any data you can't handle, call me anytime."

After stuffing his bags into the trunk of his Mazda, Song Xingye got into the driver's seat, rolled down the window, and mumbled a few more instructions before driving away from the campus amidst the waving of the crowd.

The new dormitory arranged by the East China Institute is a talent apartment next to the institute's headquarters building in Zhuanqiao Town, and the environment is quite good.

The apartment is a single room, so I no longer have to listen to my roommate Qin Rui grinding his teeth and snoring in the middle of the night like before.

After Song Xingye moved in, he spent the whole morning cleaning.

He has mild obsessive-compulsive disorder and a cleanliness obsession. Even if the apartment itself is already very clean, he still insists on wiping it inside and out by hand until the floor is shiny and smooth before he feels at ease.

Various miscellaneous items, professional books, and notebooks were neatly arranged and categorized.

While it's uncertain how long this tidiness will last, it's pleasing to the eye at least for now.

Then he went to the security guard to get a new access card and apartment key, and Song Xingye's move was complete.

In the afternoon, he drove straight to the station to pick up the person.

This brand-new Mazda 6, just after being registered with a Shanghai license plate, cost Song Xingye nearly 200,000 yuan, almost half of his winnings going into it.

With his hands on the steering wheel and listening to the smooth low rumble of the engine, Song Xingye felt it was all worthwhile.

Having a car is much more convenient than squeezing onto the subway or riding a bicycle everywhere!

At that time, traffic in Shanghai was not too congested.

In the afternoon, the scorching sun made the brand-new Meteor Grey Mazda 6 shine.

Song Xingye gripped the leather-wrapped steering wheel tightly and pressed the accelerator pedal hard. The 2.0L naturally aspirated engine immediately burst out with a linear, high-pitched roar.

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This car doesn't have the abrupt jerking that comes with turbo lag, but it delivers a continuous stream of power at mid-to-high RPMs and exhibits amazing stability on highways.

Even when the accelerator is pressed to over 100 km/h, the chassis remains as solid as if it's glued to the road, completely lacking the floating feeling commonly found in Japanese cars of the same class.

Song Xingye could even clearly feel the road surface as the tires rolled over each pebble.

Upon arriving at the station, he was met by an old acquaintance.

After helping to stuff the suitcase into the trunk, Song Xingye leaned against the car door, one leg slightly bent, striking a lazy yet dashing pose.

Chang Jian's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as he circled the car twice: "Wow, Stephen Chow! You just graduated and already got a Mazda 6, and the license plates are all set up?"

Song Xingye waved his hand dismissively, "It's nothing."

"Hey, he's even panting!"

Chang Jian, without any hesitation, snatched the car keys from his hand and chuckled, "I'll drive it for a bit and see how the Mazda is doing."

So on the way back to Zhuanqiao Town, Chang Jian drove, and Song Xingye gave directions.

Along the way, Chang Jian kept praising it, saying that Mazda was nothing like the movies portrayed it to be terrible; it was practically the king of corners.

Only after arriving at the headquarters building of the East China Institute did he reluctantly get out of the driver's seat and toss the keys back to Song Xingye.

"You've got some influence now, kid. You actually managed to convince the First Affiliated Hospital to release someone. When I heard I was going to be seconded to the East China Institute, I was completely stunned."

As Chang Jian muttered to himself, he followed Song Xingye to the personnel department to register for duty.

Song Xingye raised an eyebrow slightly. "This isn't the power of my own, it's the power of an official document from the group. Do you know who gave me this powerful authority?"

Who is it?

"General Manager Hu of the group."

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Chang Jian stopped in his tracks, gasping for breath. "Holy crap—you little rascal, you've been hiding something! When did you get involved with President Hu?"

Chang Jian, who likes to cultivate connections, naturally knew that the "General Manager Hu" Song Xingye mentioned was Hu Shiqun, and also knew that he was one of the future successors of the group.

At this moment, his eyes were filled with shock as he looked at Song Xingye.

Song Xingye then briefly recounted his meeting with Hu Shiqun after returning from Baikonur.

After listening, Chang Jian sighed earnestly, "Gold really shines wherever it goes. Someone like me, a mediocre student, will probably never have the chance to report to a high-ranking leader on my own in this lifetime."

"Come on, what chance do average students have of getting into the Starry Sky Summer Camp? If I didn't value your skills, why would I bother bringing you here?"

"That's true—after all, I was the top science student in the county back then—"

As they were talking, the two entered the personnel department.

The person in charge of receiving us was the same young woman who had helped us with our visas last time.

Upon seeing Song Xingye, she greeted him with a familiar smile, then curiously flipped through Chang Jian's file.

"Comrade Xiao Song, where did you find this top-notch tech expert?" the girl asked with a smile.

Chang Jian, who usually loves to boast and show off, was actually a little shy and blushing at this moment.

Song Xingye nodded confidently, patted his good friend on the shoulder meaningfully, and said, "That's right, the guy I found is a top-notch computer expert! From now on, we'll be relying on him for the avionics system and underlying code of our lightning-guided rocket."

The young woman smiled, pushed over several documents for Chang Jian to sign and fingerprint, and said with a blessing, "I wish you all the best and swift success!"

Chang Jian blushed as he signed the papers, received his new work ID and meal card, and then followed Song Xingye away.

From that moment on, he was considered a member of the East China Institute's lightning-guided rocket project team.

Of course, this is just a personnel transfer between project tasks, but Chang Jian's organizational affiliation and personal file are still at the First Academy. He will have to return to his original unit after completing this project.

Stepping out of his office, Chang Jian looked around like a country bumpkin visiting a grand garden, marveling at the East China Institute's wealth and the fact that the institute's headquarters building was far more impressive than that of the North China Institute.

As they talked, he nudged Song Xingye with a wink and asked what the name of the girl from the personnel department was.

Song Xingye rolled his eyes in annoyance. "I borrowed you to do work, not to find a girlfriend."

"Oh, I was just asking."

Chang Jian offered a vague rebuttal, then added, "The young lady just said you found another tech guru," implying that besides me, you recruited someone else?

Song Xingye nodded noncommittally, "Of course, with such a huge workload, how can the two of us handle it alone? I also found two reliable helpers."

"Who else is there? Do I know them?"

However, before Chang Jian could ask further, the answer was already obvious.

On the third floor of Building 33 in the institute, there is a brand-new wooden plaque with the words "Thor Rocket Research Group" written on it in a flamboyant style.

The once somewhat messy office has now been cleaned until it is spotless, the files are neatly arranged, and there is even a faint fragrance in the air.

Looking at the newly renovated headquarters, Song Xingye clapped his hands in satisfaction and solemnly introduced, "Now, everyone, please welcome our new colleague, Comrade Chang Jian, who has come all the way from the North China Institute! Clap clap!"

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clap clap clap!

Two pairs of fair, delicate hands immediately dropped the rag and clapped enthusiastically, their pretty faces flushed with excitement.

Chang Jian stared in disbelief, his jaw nearly dropping to the floor: "Holy crap—lotus flowers, cotton?"

Zhao Yuehe and Jiang Mian, who were organizing the materials, nodded and smiled in greeting.

A large hand slammed down on Song Xingye's shoulder, and Chang Jian winked slyly, "Wow, Xingye, you've opened a Song family business! So the entire research team is your trusted confidants?"

"Go away, go away, what Song family shop? You make it sound like you're forming a clique for personal gain."

Song Xingye strode to the front, stood in front of a newly moved blackboard, examined it, touched the chalk, and said to himself, "I didn't bring you here to rekindle old friendships; there's something important to do. You all know what you're supposed to do, right?"

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Chang Jian dropped his playful grin, took off his backpack, and quickly got into the zone. "Of course I know, it's just researching that—"

—A new type of lightning-inducing rocket?

The two girls also came closer.

"That's right."

Song Xingye hummed in agreement and wrote four characters on the blackboard with flowing strokes of chalk—

Thor Rocket!