Siheyuan: A warm home with wife and children

A single telecommunications equipment manufacturing plant is subject to the joint jurisdiction of six departments.

The factory was very resistant to the restructuring, and the management did not provide any emotional support.

Based on the information we have, they are actually adding fuel to the fire.

What good does it do to cause trouble? There's no good.

Having grown accustomed to the egalitarian system, they looked down on this capitalist-oriented reform from the bottom of their hearts.

I just can't let you get things done comfortably.

However, there are different situations.

A large number of textile factories are in serious crisis, and prime locations known as agricultural machinery factories are shrouded in mystery.

Preliminary investigation information suggests there may be a significant loss of assets.

Yang Jianguo's expression turned somber when these issues were brought up.

He had both love and hate for Chang'an, hating its lack of ambition.

In Yang Jianguo's memory, this place was once known as the second heart of industry.

Its important manufacturing industries account for as much as 56%, yet it has managed to squander its advantages.

He could be described as the 'all-around king of tanking'.

Outdated and rigid thinking, complacency, arrogance, and stagnation.

Especially after the discovery of oil, industrial development was almost completely abandoned, leaving it to fend for itself.

It relies entirely on energy to maintain its superficial appearance and boasts about the charm of the ancient capital.

They completely forgot about the importance of industry and manufacturing.

As a result, in the future development, other places are rising steadily, with everyone vying to catch up.

Moving here is a different story; instead of progressing, we've regressed.

The textile industry, which was once ubiquitous and flourishing like mushrooms after rain, has suffered widespread bankruptcy and decline.

The outflow of talent has led to the rise of the textile industry in Jiangsu and Zhejiang provinces, which has gained a reputation both at home and abroad.

Scientific research, manufacturing, aerospace, communications, and many other key projects have experienced successive declines.

As a pillar industry, it eventually underwent deindustrialization, leading to the hollowing out of industry.

With a constant stream of scientific research achievements and a strong foundation in talent education, the footprints of Guanzhong people can be found all over the mainland.

You can see a lot of people from Guanzhong in all walks of life, but there are no local people from Guanzhong who can be employed.

"Flowers bloom inside the wall and their fragrance spreads outside"—this perfectly encapsulates the future of Guanzhong.

Yang Jianguo wasn't speaking up for anyone; he was just thinking about how much loss had been incurred and how many opportunities had been lost.

Why did Yang Jianguo include Guanzhong in his opinion first and personally participate in it?

The goal is to lay a solid foundation and set the tone before any changes occur.

The textile industry is being consolidated, and industrial production is being reduced; the focus is on quality over scale.

Focus on core concepts, avoid empty rhetoric and grandiose claims.

We must adhere to a pragmatic approach, be bold and enterprising, keep pace with reform and opening up, and avoid falling behind again.

This is the core content that Yang Jianguo specified in advance for this task.

Since he happened to be in the Ministry of Industry, and gradually rose to the position of presiding over industrial reform.

We cannot stand idly by and watch these industries, which have great development potential and contain enormous value, gradually wither away.

"Doesn't your doing mean you don't trust the local authorities' ability to do their job?"

After the report was over and everyone had left, Yingzi couldn't help but say a few words to him.

“I’m not in charge of development and the economy; that’s someone else’s business.”

"I'm busy enough just managing my own affairs."

Yang Jianguo downplayed the issue and offered no further explanation.

Yingzi didn't press the matter further. She rarely inquired about work-related matters, and she neither would nor should try to interfere.

If it weren't for what she saw on the street yesterday, which made her worry about her husband's safety, she wouldn't have asked that question just now.

"Don't think about these things anymore. Come on, I'll go for a walk with you."

Seeing that she seemed preoccupied, Yang Jianguo suggested that she take a stroll around the ancient city of Chang'an.

“Okay, you stay with me today, I’ll go back tomorrow.” Yingzi nodded in response.

Yang Jianguo comforted him, "There's no need to rush, you can stay a few more days."

"No, my presence here will only affect your work. It's better for you to go back."

Yingzi smiled gently and said, "Besides, one can't be away from books for too long."

"Isn't it because Li Lan and Huaihua are here to help look after things?"

Seeing that she didn't respond, Yang Jianguo knew she had made up her mind, so he stopped trying to persuade her.

Just as Yingzi said, she was preoccupied with this matter and couldn't concentrate on her work.

"Xiao Duan, go get the car. My wife and I are going out for a drive," Yang Jianguo said, opening the door and peeking out.

There are so many places I want to go, I don't know how to choose.

Finally, I chose a few nearby places.

The Great Ci'en Temple is naturally a must-see.

It was here that Xuanzang presided over the temple affairs and took charge of the Buddhist scripture translation center.

It founded the Yogacara school, one of the eight major schools of Chinese Buddhism, and also made it the ancestral home of the Yogacara school.

The Big Wild Goose Pagoda, which he personally oversaw the construction of, houses precious Buddhist scriptures, statues, and relics that he brought back from India.

Among them, the palm-leaf scriptures and the statue of Shakyamuni Buddha are precious cultural relics he left to posterity.

Even after a decade of turmoil, this place was never truly affected.

The thousand-year-old ginkgo tree at the Ancient Guanyin Temple is unforgettable once you've seen it.

It felt like stepping back into the Tang Dynasty, witnessing the rise and fall of history.

The Tang Paradise is still just ruins.

After getting off the bus, Yingzi strolled around the ruins, trying to guess at the grandeur of the garden in its heyday based on the appearance of the ruins.

"Boss, it's getting dark, shouldn't we head back?" Tang Youshui, who was following behind, reminded him as he looked at the time.

Yang Jianguo specifically instructed that people should be called "boss" when they are out.

Before officially launching the project, he didn't want his identity to become widely known.

"Hmm." Seeing Yingzi standing on a broken stone slab, Yang Jianguo raised his camera and said, "Yingzi, look here."

Click~

With two volumes of papers handed in and a deep impression of Chang'an, Yingzi boarded the train for her return journey.

Waving goodbye as the train departed, Yang Jianguo officially got back to work.

First stop: a textile factory.

Twelve textile factories of varying sizes were located 28 li east of the inner city of Chang'an.

This place is less a production area primarily focused on textiles and more a small city that has come together around textiles.

There are 12 textile factories with nearly 4 employees.

The total number of households living here, according to the most recent census, is over 12.

This number is like a mountain, weighing heavily on everyone's hearts.

It involves the survival of more than 4 employees, and behind it are the food and living problems of more than 12 people.

Any oversight could trigger a serious chain reaction.

The first challenge facing Yang Jianguo arose: this 'textile city' with a total population of over 16.

What should he do with it?

Chapter 412 The Visit: A Mistake from the Start

"Sir, are you smoking?"

An old man sitting on a stone stool in front of the door, holding a pipe in his hand, raised his eyebrows: "Don't you have eyes?"

"Uh~" Tang Youshui was at a loss for words after being rebuked.

With an innocent look on his face, Yang Jianguo came up with a smile and said, "Old man, have one."

The cigarette offered to him smoothed out some of the wrinkles on the old man's face.

"I'm used to this one, good cigarettes aren't strong enough." The old man held up his pipe and took another puff with relish.

The smoke they exhaled smelled pungent and made my throat feel choked.

Yang Jianguo tapped his cigarette on the pack, squatted down next to the old man, and said, "In this sun, smoking welding fumes while basking in the sun is so comfortable!"

"That's for sure!" the old man smiled smugly, then added with a hint of regret, "It would be even more comfortable if there were a reclining chair!"

Yang Jianguo glanced behind him, and the soft cushion under his bottom made him laugh, "Your cushion isn't bad either, isn't it soft?"

"Hey~" The old man took another puff, sparks flew, and the pipe was half empty.

He opened the hanging eye bag, pinched some tobacco, and put it into the steaming pipe.

Press it with your thumb and twist it, sucking it up with a "smack smack" sound, and continue feeding it.

Then he said freely, "We lack everything, except cotton and cloth."

"The scraps from each year's work are enough for every household to make clothes and quilts."

“In winter, when it’s cold, we would stuff cotton into a few scraps of cloth and put them on our knees.”

"If your waist is cold, make it bigger and wrap it around your waist."

Seeing the smile on the old man's face, Yang Jianguo said, "What you're saying makes me envious. Your textile factory must be doing really well, right?"

"What a load of rubbish!" The old man's expression changed instantly, and he cursed on the spot.

Seeing his gloomy face and silence, Yang Jianguo didn't urge him, but just smacked his cigarette as if nothing was wrong.

Before long, the old man started talking on his own.

In previous years, the textile factory was the most profitable in the world.

It was the largest export-oriented industry in the entire Guanzhong region, and that's when the name "Textile City" came about.

The saying "For textiles in mainland China, look to Guanzhong" is widely known.

This also made the textile factory employees feel very proud.

But ever since Kangfu Road was established last year, and various places have tacitly allowed business to take place, the profits of this textile city have continued to decline.

"That damn Gao Fei led all the skilled workers away."

"What kind of bullshit company did they set up, only thinking about making money? They're even stealing business and orders from the factory."

The old man angrily kept smashing his cigarette, and the tobacco he had just added was gone again.

The old man tapped his empty pipe on the ground to shake off the ash, and said in a strong voice, "If this were in the old days, he would have been shot."

Some people took the initiative to change, giving up their secure jobs to start their own companies and compete with the factory for business.

Judging from the old man's performance, the other party should still have the upper hand in the market.

So, Yang Jianguo silently memorized the name 'Gao Fei'.

"Uncle, you rest, let's wander around some more." Yang Jianguo got up to leave.

The old man suddenly asked, "What kind of changes are you here to make?"

Yang Jianguo was somewhat surprised, but after thinking for a moment, he nodded and said, "Yes, the leaders sent us to take a look."