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

Exhausted from the back-and-forth trips and having gained nothing, Zhang Huan was even more dispirited. He simply didn't go back to the aircraft factory, but went straight to bed when he got home. It wasn't until the next day that he finally arrived at the company, feeling completely out of sorts.

When I opened the office door, I saw a thick stack of documents on my desk. I opened one of them, and it was a resignation letter. I opened the second one, and it was another resignation letter!

This whole stack is full of resignations!

Zhang Huan was immediately annoyed. He picked out the resignation letter of Gao Jianhua, the highest-ranking production workshop director, glanced at it, and then picked up the phone: "Hello, production workshop? Have your director Gao come to the factory manager's office!"

A dozen minutes later, Gao Jianhua arrived at the office.

"Old Gao, what's going on? Why are you resigning?"

"Yes, Secretary Zhang, you know I'm from Northeast China. I've been living in Shanghai for years, but I'm not used to the lifestyle. My father passed away, and I only have my mother left at home. I... I hope I can take care of her."

"Just bring her over, isn't that enough?"

“Sigh, I’m not used to living here,” Gao Jianhua said. “Last Spring Festival, I brought my mother to live with me. Seeing that I was busy, she took the initiative to cook. She went to the market to buy a rack of pork ribs to stew. The butcher was very polite and asked which restaurant my mother worked at, saying he would deliver the ribs to her in the future.”

People here eat pork ribs for soup; one pork rib is enough for a family. In Northeast China, however, pork ribs are stewed whole in a big pot!

This is just a small matter, but it illustrates the differences between the North and the South. In short, Gao Jianhua's mother is not used to it, and he wants to go back to take care of her!

"You're giving up your job for your mother? Lao Gao, you need to think this through. Your old industrial base in Northeast China is no longer viable. Last year, so many workers were laid off."

"I can't be loyal to my country and be filial to my parents at the same time. I've saved up quite a bit of money over the years, so I'm going back home to start a small business..."

"No, the factory needs you. Think about it again."

"Factory manager, I'm only working until the end of this month. Even if you don't sign off, I'm leaving!"

Zhang Huan's expression changed. "You little brat, you dare to play tough? When did you become so tough?"

However… he didn’t say much more: “Go back first, and think it over carefully!”

After watching Gao Jianhua leave, Zhang Huan called in a second person.

"Engineer Luo, you're a local from Shanghai, and you've worked at our aircraft factory for over ten years. Why don't you want to quit?"

"The pay is too low." Luo Jinxi was very direct: "With my skills, I could earn two thousand outside, but here I only earn seven hundred or eighty, and that's considered high. If the factory could raise my pay to two thousand, I wouldn't leave."

"Engineer Luo, is money all you care about? You're holding a rivet gun, rivet together the world's most advanced aircraft! Aren't you proud of your work? You're working on the most advanced large passenger aircraft project!"

"Come on, stop making empty promises. Once the plane is built, your factory leaders will be honored, they'll have achieved political success, and they'll get promoted. But what about me? According to the factory's current regulations, I'll have to work for another three years before my salary can be raised by one level, which is only a little over eight hundred. What's the use of that?"

Luo Jinxi said nonchalantly, "I'd rather take this opportunity to go out and earn more money. No matter how good this big plane is, is it mine? I'm just a worker. I've worked my way up from the ground, but I don't have a single tile on my roof. I've never touched the mud, yet I live in a mansion!"

After saying that, Luo Jinxi drifted away.

Zhang Huan didn't call on the other people who resigned, but instead summoned Zhu Qiming, the head of the personnel department.

"Old Zhu, there's something strange about this whole thing! It looks like someone's trying to poach our employees!"

Zhu Qiming frowned as well: "Yes, it does seem like someone is poaching our staff, but... what can these people do after they resign? Unless they go to a new aircraft factory..."

Click!

A bolt from the blue struck Zhang Huan's mind.

He understands!

Laiyang Group is going to open an aircraft factory! Although they have relocated one factory from Ermao and will hire a number of Ermao's employees, they will definitely need to recruit a large number of local employees as well!

They don't have time to train employees, so they simply poach people from various aircraft factories! This kind of poaching is absolutely despicable!

Zhang Huan's face immediately darkened: "Well, they've actually set their sights on us. This is the inherent weakness of private enterprises. They have no sense of the big picture, no regard for other companies, only self-interest!"

"Then what do we do?"

"Hmph, we're going to the leaders in Shanghai right now to complain!"

A river flows through the entire city of Shanghai. Before entering the sea, it makes a bend. To the west lies a bustling metropolis, while to the east are backward farmlands and mudflats. The only area under construction is a narrow, pointed area.

Near the desolate riverbank, a large area of ​​land surrounded by barbed wire appeared, covering several thousand acres!

A row of makeshift houses was built next to the main road. The houses were made of corrugated iron and looked rather rudimentary, but the advantage was that they could be built quickly, in about a week.

On the top of the tin-roofed house, a large sign is welded: An-70 Transport Aircraft Project Office.

Several air conditioners were humming, and once inside, you could see that each room was full of people discussing something while looking at blueprints.

In one of the rooms marked "Manager's Office," sat an elderly man in his sixties, but he was in good spirits and currently full of energy.

"President Qin, thanks to our efforts, we have already contacted more than 500 people. Once our project starts, they will become our first batch of engineering and technical personnel! We can conduct technical research while we are building!"

"Yes. Mr. Cheng, you've worked hard." Qin Chuan looked at the white-haired old man and felt a little embarrassed to have pulled him out of retirement and back to work.

Back when the Y-10 was being developed, there was no one in charge. Anyone who dared to take the lead was considered to be trying to detach themselves from the masses. The research projects were all discussed and decided by everyone. Mr. Ma was the most prominent among them. It wasn't until the late 1970s that Mr. Ma was appointed as the chief engineer.

Mr. Cheng was the deputy chief engineer of the Y-10 project.

Almost everyone at the Shanghai Aircraft Factory is now under Old Cheng's command. He selects a group of people from among them, and they agree without hesitation! Even if it means resigning from a state-owned enterprise to join a private company, they would agree without a second thought!

Of course, the reasons for resigning are varied.

"But... we'd rather have a bed in Puxi than a room in Pudong. If we had persisted a little longer, we might have been able to get land in Puxi to build an aircraft factory."

Qin Chuan smiled and said, "Old Cheng, believe me, within ten years, Pudong will be even better developed than Puxi! The first batch of people who settle in Pudong will be allocated houses, and in the future, they can achieve financial freedom with just one house!"