Chapter 35 "Merry Christmas"

At noon, Fan Wubing mentioned this issue to his father Fan Heng at the dinner table.

Fan Heng frowned immediately, put the chopsticks on the table, and said to Fan Wubing, "Don't talk nonsense, where did you hear this news?"

"People outside are talking about this matter, and people are panicking." Naturally, Fan Wubing couldn't say that the teachers were talking about this matter in school, so he replied lightly.

In fact, the teachers of the factory-owned children’s school are all under the control of the factory. It is unrealistic to say that they have no relationship with the local government at all, but the relationship is not big anyway. In the final analysis, the classroom staff of the children’s school The wages are paid by the factory, and the factory has the right to make decisions about the school, and the Bureau of Culture and Education has no say in this aspect.

Therefore, the teachers in the school are basically related to the big and small bosses in the factory, and their news is naturally much better than ordinary people.

As soon as Fan Heng heard Fan Wubing mentioned the matter of military transfer to civilians, and thought of him going to school just today, how could he not know where the words came from? However, the mouth grows on other people's heads, and it cannot be blocked. Moreover, several leaders in the factory also wanted to hear the views of the masses on the transition from military to civilian, which can be used as a reference.

But Zhang Mei asked, "No wind, no waves. It seems that the transition from military to civilian is inevitable. What are your plans?"

Fan Heng sighed, "It's a lot of pressure!"

Regarding the military-to-civilian conversion, it really involves too much. With the current production capacity of the Pingyuan Factory, if the military compresses orders and reduces product demand to one-third or less of previous years, it means that two-thirds of the machines in the whole factory are idle, and the corresponding personnel are not available. It is a big deal to lose the source of income. Thousands of employees and their families have a total of tens of thousands of food problems, which need to be solved by the factory itself.

The above is just a sentence, find a way to support yourself, go to the market, and survive the fittest.

But the people from Pingyuan Factory who have been used to the planned economy for decades, and the employees of many other military enterprises who have the same or similar experience, can they turn this corner all at once?

At least for now, under the current domestic environment, Fan Heng is still unable to see a relatively clear prospect.

As the deputy factory director in charge of production, Fan Heng has even more courage on his shoulders. If the factory wants to turn it into a civilian product, which way should it go? What kind of breakthrough direction to choose? this is a big problem! Although the secretary and the factory manager have more decision-making power in this matter, as Fan Heng, he must first find a project with good prospects for rapid development based on the existing production capacity and technological advantages of Pingyuan Factory, otherwise Relying on a group of political cadres to determine the future of the factory is simply asking blindly.

Zhang Mei patted her husband on the shoulder and didn't say anything, but there was no doubt that she was comforting. Having been the deputy director of the Bureau of Culture and Education for several years, she can naturally deeply understand Fan Heng's difficulties and helplessness.

Fan Wubing imitated his example, and patted Fan Heng's shoulder, making a gesture of sincerity, and said to Fan Heng, "Old comrade, don't worry. God won't die of starvation, the blind bird will die. It is advisable to look ahead. Although the road is tortuous, the future is bright. Generally speaking, our country must move forward. Don’t be intimidated by the little difficulties in front of you. Ours is a great tomorrow!"

Zhang Mei glared, and slapped Fan Wubing's hand off, "It's not big or small, how can you talk to your father like that?"

Fan Heng looked at Fan Wubing speechlessly, pointed at him and said to Zhang Mei, "This is how our minister talks to us—"

At that time, military industrial enterprises were all managed by the Ministry of Regulations, such as the No. X Industry Department, each with its own division of labor, so the leaders of the factory often went to the department for meetings. Fan Heng heard his son dragging papers for him However, it was as if the old minister was holding a meeting to appease himself,

I really don't know what to say.

"Next year is a very critical year for our family!" Zhang Mei said to everyone, "Fan Ting will take the college entrance examination, and Fan Kang will take the high school entrance examination. If he is healthy, he will also take the quiz. This is our family's responsibility. The year of the exam."

Fan Ting and Fan Kang buried their heads in eating. Time is really money for them now. All kinds of review materials have overwhelmed them, so there is no leisure to joke with the adults.

Fan Heng thought to himself, next year is not an exam for me? It's just that my exam is much more important than the exams of Fan Ting and Fan Kang. If they fail the exam, it will only affect one family. If I fail the exam, it will affect tens of thousands of people. People's food problem.

Fan Heng suddenly realized that he had never felt so tired like today.

The higher the position, the greater the responsibility. In the past, Fan Heng only needed to do a good job in the work of his own team. After he became the workshop director, he needed to coordinate the work of the entire assembly workshop. Now he is a The deputy factory director in charge of production, what he has to consider is not limited to a certain workshop. There is no production task in the dozens of workshops and divisions in the whole factory that he does not keep in mind.

Now, it is time to turn the army into civilians again. Although in terms of time, it has not yet reached the end of the mountain, but there is an old saying that it is good to act first. The market is something that will disappear if it does not exist, but wait for no one. ah! How to transfer most of the production capacity of the Pingyuan Factory to the production of civilian products, and how to ensure that the Pingyuan Factory can survive and develop in the fierce market competition, this problem has always lingered in his mind.

The weather has gradually cooled down, and this year's winter seems to be earlier than in previous years. Only at the end of November, the outside has already been dripping into ice, and the dripping water under the eaves has gathered into icicles, hanging down sharply, as if An awl may fall down at any time, and the glass of the window is also covered with grilles formed by condensation of water vapor, which blocks the view to the outside. Looking at the dense clouds in the sky, Fan Heng knew that a heavy snowfall would soon coming.

What will it be like next year?