Great Power Industry: You're a private company building an aircraft carrier?

Private enterprises?

Yu Hongxin merely frowned slightly before saying, "When did private enterprises start purchasing equipment from overseas? However, since it's a private enterprise, we really can't ask our superiors to allocate it directly. How much? Our Bingcheng Boiler Factory has plenty of money; we'll just buy it!"

Over the past decade or so, the country's economy has developed rapidly, and the power shortage has become increasingly larger. Naturally, there is a need to increase efforts to build power plants, and the Bingcheng Boiler Factory has been doing very well in recent years.

If the government and the military are unwilling to contribute funds, then our boiler factory will have to pay for it ourselves.

"We can grit our teeth and pay up three or five hundred thousand."

Yu Hongxin said, "The factory shouldn't worry about these few small amounts of money. We are the largest boiler enterprise in the country. If we don't step up, who will? Since the country is in trouble, we must help the country and the army solve their problems."

"Three or five hundred thousand? You're thinking too simply. One million!"

"What? One million RMB? That's definitely a bit expensive."

"Is it in US dollars? Just for one unit? If it's two units, it'll cost two million US dollars!"

Guo Xiangyang said, "So, after careful consideration, the higher-ups decided to directly assign the imitation task to this private enterprise. This saved on both procurement and R&D costs."

"Nonsense!"

Yu Hongxin frowned: "What can private enterprises do? They can make some light industrial products, like flashlights and thermos flasks, but this is a boiler, and a state-of-the-art aircraft carrier boiler at that."

"Putting aside everything else, just the pipes alone are under hundreds of atmospheres of pressure. Can private enterprises guarantee reliable welding? A single crack can turn the engine room into a living hell! Although our private enterprises have been developing well recently and have even made foreign exchange through exports, they are nothing more than things like firecrackers and gas cylinders."

"You know this private company too?"

"Yeah, what's it called... something like a steel mill?"

"Laiyang Steel Plant, the one that brought back the aircraft carrier boiler."

Yu Hongxin was taken aback, and after thinking for a few minutes, she said, "Director Guo, I'd like to go there."

"What are you going to do? The factory has already made a decision and they definitely won't pay this money. Two million US dollars! If it were three or five hundred thousand RMB, the factory would take it."

"I just wanted to go and see," Yu Hongxin said.

Yu Hongxin was among the last batch of graduates from the "Old Three Classes" (referring to students who graduated from high school, 1966, and 1967). After graduation, she was assigned to a boiler factory, where she worked diligently until she reached her current position as the head of the technical department.

He was cultured, technically skilled, and belonged to the type of person who was both politically correct and professionally competent. He had always hoped to build the world's most advanced boiler.

Back when the country was implementing Project 707, they required the Bingcheng Boiler Factory to provide supporting equipment. Yu Hongxin took the lead and designed the relevant boilers, but nothing came of it afterward.

The country has now launched Project 891. Although it is still in the process of feasibility studies, there are no other options for the power system, and it will definitely be a heavy oil boiler!

He had always wanted to get in touch with world-class boilers, so this was a rare opportunity!

“Okay, you can go see it, but you must remember that you are the head of the technical department of our Bingcheng Boiler Factory. This is your home.”

Guo Xiangyang knew Yu Hongxin well and was afraid that if Yu Hongxin got too engrossed in his studies, he would forget his identity and never return.

"Ah."

"By the way, Qin, the leader in the equipment department, is related to the factory director. After you go south, you can go to Qin first. With his introduction, it will be easier for you."

"Ok!"

Yu Hongxin headed south with excitement and anticipation.

Laiyang Steel Plant has welcomed a major customer.

"Hello, Section Chief Li. The economy in the South is developing very rapidly, and there is a severe shortage of gas cylinders right now."

The man was dressed in a suit and tie, his hair was styled with mousse and looked shiny. Although his face was somewhat pointed and monkey-like, he spoke with a distinctive accent, clearly from the south, and had managed to make Mandarin sound like that.

Behind him followed a burly bodyguard carrying a bulging briefcase.

"Mr. Pan, I'm very sorry, but the gas cylinders our factory currently produces are all for export. Time is tight and the task is heavy, so I'm afraid we can't supply you with the goods. But don't worry, once we deliver this batch, the next batch will be delivered to you." Li Runping was also very polite.

Foreign trade is just a one-off transaction; if they want to grow and expand, they have to rely on the domestic market.

With the development of the economy in the south, more people are using gas cylinders, so the factory definitely needs to expand into the southern market. This boss has come at just the right time.

"Okay, it's great that you can export and earn foreign exchange, but could you at least give me a few samples... alright?"

The last sentence clearly doesn't resemble the original at all!

Qin Chuan, who was passing by the door, frowned. What kind of big boss from the south was he? He couldn't even speak properly and was quite tall. He was obviously a big northerner. He was definitely an imposter. There were too many scammers in business these days!

However, we shouldn't expose him now; let's see what he's up to first!

The equipment for producing steel wire hadn't arrived yet, so the barrier cable couldn't be produced. The higher-ups sent a translator to accompany Babich. These past few days, since he had nothing to do, he took Babich to the provincial capital to visit places like the Confucius Temple, letting him experience the profound culture of the East.

To retain someone, you need to give them a sense of cultural identity, something the West excels at.

Santa Claus, the "peace apple," April Fool's Day—these things subtly and gradually lead the younger generation astray. This is cultural invasion. In this respect, the East has not done very well. The only thing that can achieve cultural export is online literature.

"Brother Chuan!"

Just then, Li Jianshe's voice rang out: "What are you doing here? A middle-aged man came to the door with your second uncle's letter of introduction, saying he wanted to come and take a look."

Another scammer?

Qin Chuan subconsciously categorized the visitor as a fraudster. Since he had nothing better to do, he decided to go and meet him.

"Come on, let's go take a look."

At the entrance stood a middle-aged man who looked honest and kind. He wore thick-rimmed black glasses, a factory uniform with the logo of the Bingcheng Boiler Factory embroidered on his chest, and carried a briefcase made of imitation leather. He didn't look like a conman.

"You must be Xiao Chuan. I met your second uncle in the capital. He told me about you. Xiao Chuan, you are truly amazing. You have made great contributions to our navy and our country!"

In just a few words, Qin Chuan realized that this person was probably not a scammer, but even more despicable than a scammer; they were likely trying to get something for free.

Although Old Liu had already decided during the meeting that the Bingcheng Boiler Factory had nothing to do, they might still be unwilling to give up and want to do something else.

In this case……

Qin Chuan thought of that swindler. "Alright, since that's the case, let's kill two birds with one stone."

“That’s right, it’s me. Since you were introduced by my second uncle, then you’re one of us. Come on, let’s go to our office to talk. I…”

Qin Chuan suddenly clutched his stomach: "Oh no, my stomach hurts! Jianshe, take the guest to the office and then bring me some paper!"