78: Bringing his wife and children to Harbin Institute of Technology

Chapter 147 Borrowing the East Wind

When Ye Bingwen arrived, quite a few people had already gathered.

When Ye Bingwen went to sign in, he secretly glanced at the list of leaders attending the meeting.

The leaders attending the meeting included representatives from the Municipal Economic Commission, the Municipal Science and Technology Commission, the Municipal Finance Bureau, the Municipal Taxation Bureau, the Industrial and Commercial Bank of China, the China Construction Bank, the Agricultural Bank of China, Harbin Institute of Technology, and several large enterprises.

Upon seeing this, Ye Bingwen quickly found a corner to sit down, his palms sweating profusely. He was very nervous, afraid that he would mess things up this time.

Chen An sat down next to Ye Bingwen, paused for a moment, and then asked in a low voice, "Director Ye, what's our number in the queue?"

"sixth."

"What about the first five?"

"The first five included two district leaders, the director of a machinery factory, a pharmaceutical factory, and a research institute."

"This was arranged by Principal Zhao."

The meeting started at 9:00 sharp.

The host went on stage and introduced himself as the deputy director of the Municipal Economic Commission. He then gave a few opening remarks, and the meeting officially began. One by one, the participants took the stage to begin their presentations.

The first speaker was the deputy head of Nangang District, who talked about the development of small and medium-sized enterprises in the district. He gave a long presentation with a lot of data, which lasted for fifteen minutes, and the audience was getting sleepy.

The second one is the power zone, about ten minutes, roughly the same.

The third person was the director of the Harbin Machinery Factory, who was talking about a technological upgrading project and wanted to borrow 500,000 yuan to buy new machine tools.

The fourth one is from a pharmaceutical company, talking about new drug research and development, and they want to borrow 300,000.

The fifth one is from a research institute, talking about a research project and asking for 200,000 yuan in funding.

As Ye Bingwen listened to their performances one by one, his nervousness reached its peak, and his hands were so sweaty that the cuffs of his trousers were soaked through.

Until the host announced, "Next, Ye Bingwen from Hongqi Machinery Factory."

Ye Bingwen stood up, straightened his collar, and walked onto the stage.

Ye Bingwen stood on the stage, looking at the sea of ​​black people below, dozens of pairs of eyes staring at him.

Ye Bingwen saw Zhao Zhiyuan, who was sitting in the third row.

Ye Bingwen also saw Li Jianguo, sitting on the side with a pen in his hand.

Ye Bingwen took a deep breath.

"Distinguished leaders, I am Ye Bingwen, the factory director of Hongqi Machinery Factory."

"Our factory produces carbon fiber composite materials. It's located inside Harbin Institute of Technology. We have 26 employees, and the factory buildings and equipment are old."

"But last year, we took on a job from the Commission of Science, Technology and Industry for National Defense: one hundred irregularly shaped connectors, with a 30-day production period and a 99.9% yield rate requirement."

The moment the words "Commission on Science, Technology and Industry for National Defense" were mentioned, the room fell silent.

"We completed 102 parts, all of which passed inspection, achieving a 100% yield rate."

Ye Bingwen held up the test report, which was a thick volume.

"This is the test report; each item has an original record."

After putting the report back, Ye Bingwen took out the official document again.

"This is a commission contract from the Commission of Science, Technology and Industry for National Defense."

People below craned their necks to look.

Ye Bingwen placed the document on the podium.

"How much did it cost to do this job? The motor cost twenty yuan, the rubber pads were free (I found them at the scrap yard), and the school helped me process the distribution plate. It cost less than fifty yuan in total."

Ye Bingwen paused, looked around at the people below the stage, and told them to take a moment to process what he had just said.

"But now we have no money."

"The payment for the goods hasn't arrived yet, we can't pay for the materials, and we won't be able to pay next month's wages soon."

"I wanted to get a loan, but I went to several banks and couldn't get one. We don't have an independent legal entity, and we don't have any collateral. I can understand why the banks won't lend to us."

He looked down.

"But we're still working on this batch of orders, we haven't stopped. Of the 150 pieces in the second batch, 50 have already been shipped and all are qualified. We're negotiating the third batch, which is a total of 300 pieces."

"We need money to buy new equipment and expand our factory. We don't need too much, just 100,000 yuan."

As soon as I finished speaking, someone raised their hand. The person who raised their hand was a vice president of the Industrial and Commercial Bank of China, surnamed Wang.

"Director Ye, what is your factory's annual output value?"

"Last year it was less than 200,000, but this year we took on a project from the Commission of Science, Technology and Industry for National Defense, and it should be worth 400,000."

What about the profit margin?

"Around 15 percent."

"Where will the repayment come from?"

"The first batch of payment from the Commission of Science, Technology and Industry for National Defense arrived in 45 days, amounting to over 80,000 yuan. The second batch will be even more."

After Vice President Wang asked his question, someone else raised their hand; it was someone from China Construction Bank.

"What equipment do you want to buy? Be more specific."

"The press we have now is too old and the temperature is unstable. We also need a testing device. The current one can only measure dimensions, not internal defects, so we have to borrow it from the Harbin Institute of Technology laboratory every time."

"How much?"

"The press costs 50,000, the testing equipment costs 30,000, and the factory expansion costs 20,000, for a total of 100,000."

Then a third person raised their hand; it was a section chief from the Municipal Science and Technology Commission.

Are there any patents for carbon fiber technology?

"It's being applied for, but hasn't been approved yet."

"So what are your technological advantages?"

Ye Bingwen looked at the man and said, "Our advantage is that we can do what others can't. What takes others a month to make, we can do in two days."

Some people below laughed after hearing this, as if they were mocking Ye Bingwen.

"I'm telling the truth. That part from the Commission of Science, Technology and Industry for National Defense, one research institute worked on it for a month, scrapped more than twenty parts, and still couldn't finish it. We used wooden molds and finished it in two hours, and all of them passed the test."

He took a photo out of the folder; it was of the charred wooden mold.

"This is it."

He held up the photo.

The person next to Zhao Zhiyuan suddenly spoke up.

"Xiao Ye, how many times can this wooden mold be used?"

Ye Bingwen looked over and saw that the man looked to be in his fifties, with a square face and a serious expression.

"The first time I made it, it carbonized after just one treatment. Later, I applied a high-temperature resistant coating, and it could be used three to five times. Now, with the steel mold, it can be used indefinitely."

"So, are you using wooden molds or steel molds now?"

"Steel molds and wooden molds are for emergencies."

The man nodded.

"You say all 102 items are up to standard, do you have any evidence?"

"Yes. The test reports, process records, and raw data are all here."

Ye Bingwen took all the materials out of the folder and placed them on the podium, forming a thick stack.

"All leaders can check this at any time."

Ye Bingwen looked down and found that no one raised their hand anymore.

After standing there thinking for a long time, Ye Bingwen prepared to leave the stage. He took out his speech, glanced at it, and then put it down again.

"Distinguished leaders, let me speak frankly."

"Our Hongqi Factory had a weak foundation and poor conditions, but we were capable of doing the work, and we could do the work that others couldn't. When Engineer Sun from the Commission of Science, Technology and Industry for National Defense came to inspect our factory, he said something interesting: 'Our factory is quite interesting.'"

"I think it's not our factory that's interesting, it's the people here. Master Li has been a milling machine operator for thirty years, and even when his hands were shaking from exhaustion, he never stopped. Liu Xiaojun graduated from a technical school, and he worked all night long to adjust a single parameter. Chen An was a student at Harbin Institute of Technology, and after graduation, he didn't go anywhere else but stayed at our factory."

"We lack money, equipment, and factory buildings, but we don't lack the drive to work."

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He paused for a moment, then continued, "If the city can help us, we guarantee that within three years our factory will become the best composite materials factory in Harbin."

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After saying this to cover up his shame, Ye Bingwen bowed to the audience.

The silence lasted for several seconds.

After a moment of silence, some people started clapping.

At first, the applause was sparse, but later it grew louder and louder.

Ye Bingwen stood on the stage watching all this, and his eyes suddenly reddened.

Ye Bing picked up the folder, said nothing, and walked off the stage.

Ye Bingwen sat back down in his seat.

Chen An whispered from the side, "Director Ye, you spoke very well."

Ye Bingwen didn't speak at this moment, but his hands were still trembling.