Chapter 37 Let's Cooperate

Fan Wubing clearly remembered that the machine he got in the first year of junior high school accompanied him for seven or eight years, and he was still using it in college, and the effect was not bad.

He also remembered that in order to find a song tape, he braved the light rain and searched around on the street to bargain with the stall owner. Ten yuan a tape can often be sold for six or seven yuan. Although it is not known whether it is genuine or pirated, the effect is really good.

Since the Walkman can last for more than ten years, why can't we make this thing?

Fan Wubing slowly unfolded a circuit diagram in front of his father Fan Heng.

"Great Father, have you seen what this is?" Fan Wubing asked with a smile.

"When did you learn to be glib?" Fan Heng blamed very slowly, and then carefully looked at the circuit diagram.

Fan Heng was promoted from a technician, and there is nothing wrong with looking at the circuit diagram. After all, he is also high-end technology. If he can't even understand such a simple circuit diagram, then he has lived for decades in vain. up.

"This thing is a bit similar to the circuit diagram of a radio, but not the same. You don't mean that this thing is the circuit diagram of this Walkman?" Fan Heng asked hesitantly.

"Congratulations, dad, the answer is absolutely correct." Fan Wubing nodded with great certainty.

"But there are a few key components here, I don't quite understand them." Fan Heng then pointed out several places on the picture.

Fan Wubing took a look, and found that what his father pointed out were the key technologies of Sony, such as the magnetic head and the integrated control circuit, so he replied, "It's normal, the company relies on these few places. Food and other things really don’t have too much technical content.”

"What do you mean by letting me see this thing?" Fan Heng felt that his son must have some idea to fight.

"Isn't your factory going to turn most of its production capacity into civilian products? What do you think of this thing? Can it be made?" Fan Wubing didn't come here for nothing, anyway, he was in his own home, and he was facing himself. Dad, he naturally had something to say.

"We are not engaged in this kind of thing! If this is some kind of radio factory, it is just right. It is hard to say if it is put here, and the higher-ups may not agree--" Fan Heng looked at the circuit diagram, frowned, and for a while indecision.

Fan Wubing rolled his eyes, thinking that the higher authorities care so much about you! You have been told to transfer from the army to the civilians, and you are still looking forward to the future, and you are afraid of the head and the tail. How can you succeed in doing big things without showing some courage?

In fact, this thing that Sony made is quite simple. The key technical parts, one is that the quality of the magnetic head should be high, and the other is that the integration of the control circuit needs to reach a certain level. Simple, for a military production factory like Pingyuan Factory, there should be no problem in making this kind of thing.

Fan Heng obviously understood this too. After observing for a while in his hand the Walkman that had been dismantled by Fan Wubing on the table, he came to the same conclusion as his son, "If the magnetic head and the control The problem of the circuit is solved, and everything else is easy to handle. The existing equipment in our factory can solve it by itself. If we want to form a large-scale production, it will take about three months to half a year to complete.”

"So fast?!" Fan Wubing felt a little unbelievable.

In fact, he didn't think of an old factory like Pingyuan Factory. Although the products are single, the foundation of technical workers is very solid. Apart from the magnetic head and control circuit, the Walkman itself does not have any complicated equipment. Once these two problems are solved , Fan Heng said that the three-month production capacity is very slow.

"However, I seem to remember that the country has regulations in this regard. If you want to produce recording equipment, you must obtain the approval of the higher authorities.

And go on record at the local public security organ, this procedure is very troublesome. Not to mention that this machine is not easy to make, even if you can make this machine, the sales license is a big problem, and the buyer is also a problem. "Fan Heng's words poured cold water on Fan Wubing again.

How could there be such a stupid rule? Fan Wubing was immediately depressed.

In fact, even in Shanghai, an economically developed city at that time, before the 1980s, only a few big figures needed by the United Front were able to have recording equipment in their homes, and ordinary people could not see it, let alone the police. The department will approve you to put one in your home.

Probably, this regulation is also out of safety considerations, but in Fan Wubing's view, it really doesn't matter.

Did you just give up? Fan Wubing thought about it and felt very unwilling. This is a great project that can support a factory of the size of Pingyuan Factory for more than ten years. Where can I find such an easy project?

"As long as the recording equipment is produced, must it be put on record by the public security department and approved for production and use?" Fan Wubing was still a little bit unwilling.

Fan Heng nodded, "I happen to know about this. The opening machine in our factory department has been registered in the public security department. I heard about it from the director Wu of the factory's radio station."

"Stationmaster Wu? That pretty-looking aunt at the radio station?" Fan Wubing immediately pricked up his ears, looked at Fan Heng with piercing eyes, and a wicked smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Fan Wubing knew Stationmaster Wu. This woman was only about twenty-seven or eighty years old. She was pretty and had a sweet voice. The labor union in the factory often invited her to host activities. popular lover. Later, after Pingyuan Factory had its own cable TV station, she became the first director of the station and has been doing it for more than ten years.

"Go, go! You're fine, don't think about it! Why are there so many messy things in your head for a older person!" Seeing Fan Wubing's wicked smile, how could he not know what he was thinking, and immediately Some become angry from embarrassment.

After Fan Wubing laughed for a long time, he suddenly came up with a compromise idea, and said to Fan Heng, "I suddenly thought of a solution, otherwise, let's cooperate!"

"Let's cooperate? Me and you?" Fan Hen suddenly felt a little unbelievable.

"It should be said that our company is cooperating with your Pingyuan factory." Fan Wubing replied solemnly.