Chapter 324 Today's Eighth Factory
Today's civil aviation coverage is far lower than in later generations. There are not many flights taking off and landing at the airport every day, so the airport is not busy.
In addition, the people who fly nowadays are not ordinary people, because ordinary people are not qualified to fly. The service of both airports and airlines is excellent. Even Song Yuanchao, who often goes to airport VIP lounges and sits in business class in later generations, feels that the service at that time is not as good as the treatment of ordinary passengers now.
The flight from Yangcheng to Yanjing was a direct flight. The plane Song Yuanchao took was a Trident. The Trident passenger aircraft was produced in the UK. Before Boeing and Airbus entered the country in a big way, this type of passenger aircraft was the main aircraft in domestic civil aviation.
In the mid-to-late 1980s, this type of aircraft gradually began to withdraw from the civil aviation market and was replaced by Boeing and Airbus aircraft. But in this era, the Trident passenger aircraft is still one of the main aircraft used on the main routes. The flight distance from Yangcheng to Yanjing is about 2,021 kilometers. As a Trident 2E with a range of 3,840 kilometers, it can fully meet the demand.
This was the first time that Song Yuanchao had taken a plane of that era. The first time he took a plane in his later life was in 1995. He was on a business trip from Shanghai to Qilu. At that time, the Trident passenger aircraft had basically withdrawn from the domestic civil aviation market. He took an Airbus, but he had long forgotten the specific model. After all, Song Yuanchao was not an aircraft enthusiast, so how could he remember it so clearly?
However, he did hear about the features of airplanes of that era in later generations, such as being able to smoke and drink on the plane, and even the alcohol could be Moutai or something like that.
So after getting on the plane, Song Yuanchao paid special attention. Not to mention that there was indeed smoking on the plane, the civil aviation nowadays does not have the strict security checks of later generations, let alone matches, lighters and the like. Not only were there cigarettes distributed on the plane, but also paper matches were distributed directly. If you wanted to smoke, you could smoke as much as you wanted. Not only would they not stop you, they would also actively ask if you wanted cigarettes or lighters.
As for Moutai liquor, Song Yuanchao also saw it. There was not only Moutai liquor, but also imported brandy, red wine, whiskey, etc. In addition, there were small cakes, biscuits and even sausages. What surprised Song Yuanchao even more was that there was Quanjude roast duck. If he had known there were so many foods, he would have skipped lunch before boarding the plane.
Unfortunately, Song Yuanchao didn't get the small bottle of Moutai. After asking the flight attendant, he learned that a few years ago, all passengers in civil aviation class could get a small bottle of Moutai for free. But this treatment was no longer given last year. Except for first-class passengers, other passengers were no longer given a small bottle of Moutai. It is a pity.
The initial curiosity soon faded. After all, Song Yuanchao was also a person who often flew on airplanes in later generations. In addition, the comfort of the Trident was far inferior to those advanced passenger planes in later generations. The flying altitude was insufficient and it was quite bumpy. Even when flying through the clouds, a lot of water vapor would float into the cabin of the aircraft. Coupled with the smoking in the cabin, the air was filled with smoke, as if it were in heaven.
Song Yuanchao was not a drunkard, and he had no interest in taking advantage of others on the plane. During the boring flight, he only drank a glass of red wine and then fell asleep. He did not wake up until the broadcast sounded, reminding him that the plane was about to land.
It was already evening when they arrived in Yanjing. Song Yuanchao left the airport, found the airport shuttle bus station, queued up and boarded the bus to the city.
It’s not that Song Yuanchao doesn’t want to take a taxi, but there are no taxis in Yanjing at present. Taxis in Yanjing will not appear until 1985. Now, in addition to private vehicles, the only way to get from the airport to the city is to take the shuttle bus from the airport to the city.
After all this trouble, it was already dark when they arrived in the city. Looking at the time, it was not convenient to go look for Lin Yuhang now, so Song Yuanchao simply stayed in his own Mu Zhang'a Villa. After a good night's sleep, he went straight to the Eighth Factory early the next morning.
It has been a long time since I last came to Factory No. 8. When I came to Factory No. 8 again, I saw that the appearance of the factory was very different from the last time.
At that time, Factory No. 8 looked depressed, but now it is full of vitality. There is a long queue of vehicles in front of the factory gate. You can tell at a glance that these vehicles are here to transport goods. There are not only guards inside the half-open factory gate, but also comrades from the security department to maintain order. Some drivers and foreign merchants who come to purchase goods are crowded in front of the gate, passing cigarettes and saying nice things to the people inside.
It seems that the situation of Factory No. 8 is indeed good. The hot sales of ginseng royal jelly have made the products of Factory No. 8 in short supply. Such a prosperous situation has never been seen since the establishment of Factory No. 8.
"Hello, comrade, where are you from? Why are you barging in without saying hello?" Song Yuanchao looked at the door for a while, and then walked inside. However, before he took a few steps, he was stopped by a comrade from the security department who was doing his duty.
"I'm looking for your Director Lin. I'm his friend." Song Yuanchao said with a smile.
"Looking for our factory director? A friend?" The security officer looked Song Yuanchao up and down with a vigilant look on his face. "Are you here to get the goods? If you want to go in, you should find a more suitable excuse. This excuse has been used a lot. Don't you see so many people queuing? How can we do our job if you cut in line like this? Go! Register over there first, then queue up and go in when you are called."
Song Yuanchao was immediately amused when he heard this. The security staff of the Eighth Factory actually thought he was a merchant coming to pick up goods. However, this was indeed difficult to explain. After all, there were so many people queuing at the door, and it was normal for them to be suspicious if he forced his way in.
But it was impossible for Song Yuanchao to line up like this. He originally planned to offer a cigarette and explain a few words, but when he looked around, he saw that there were merchants and drivers offering cigarettes and saying nice things, but the security department ignored them. Thinking that this was useless, Song Yuanchao was thinking about whether to leave first and find a place to call Lin Yuhang and ask him to come out to pick him up. Suddenly, he saw a familiar figure not far away.
"Old Lu! Chief Lu! Chief Lu! This way!"
Without saying a word, Song Yuanchao shouted at the top of his voice, "Isn't the person standing and talking to someone more than ten meters away Section Chief Lu from the Supply and Marketing Department?"
After all, the scene was noisy, and they were some distance away, so Lao Lu didn't pay attention for a while until Song Yuanchao called out to him a few more times and then he turned around.
Looking towards the door, when Lao Lu saw Song Yuanchao, he was stunned at first. He seemed to feel that Song Yuanchao looked somewhat familiar, but he couldn't remember it for a moment.
It was not until Lao Lu took a few steps towards Song Yuanchao and was almost in front of Song Yuanchao that he suddenly remembered who the other person was.
"You... aren't you Teacher Song? Why are you here?" Old Lu quickly took a few steps and stretched out his hands enthusiastically.
"I'm here to see your Director Lin. Is he in the factory?" He asked with a smile while shaking hands with Lao Lu.
"Yes, yes, Mr. Song, but I haven't seen you for a while. How have you been recently?" Old Lu nodded repeatedly. When the comrades from the security department saw that Old Lu knew Song Yuanchao and really knew his factory director, they felt a little embarrassed and quickly invited Song Yuanchao in, saying sorry.
Of course Song Yuanchao would not blame the other party. It was just his job responsibility and he did nothing wrong. He smiled and said it was okay, then walked towards the factory with Lao Lu.
"Why are there so many people?" Song Yuanchao walked forward a few steps, looked back and asked.
"They all come here to ask for goods. Now our factory's production capacity can no longer meet the needs of various places. The factory works overtime every day to produce goods. The goods are loaded and shipped out of the factory as soon as they come off the production line. But even so, they are still not able to supply in time. It's really worrying me to death." Lao Lu said with a worried look on his face, and at the same time, "Look at these customers who come here to ask for goods. Some of them have been waiting for several days and haven't received the goods yet. A few days ago, someone even broke in and threw a bag full of banknotes in front of me, unzipped it and said there was 200,000 cash in it, not a penny less. As long as I can give him the goods, he is willing to pay a 10% higher price to get the goods and give me a kickback. What are you thinking? Why do I need his kickback? Besides, it would be strange if the factory director knew that I took the kickback and didn't dismiss me. What's more, I really have no goods to give him!"
Shaking his head with a wry smile, Lao Lu sighed, "I've been in the supply and marketing business for half my life, and I've never seen anything as crazy as this. In the past, I had to beg people to buy the goods, but now it's the other way around."
"Hahaha, isn't this great?" Song Yuanchao laughed, patted Lao Lu on the shoulder and said, "Other families are jealous, but you are still worried about such a thing? However, isn't this kind of happy and painful life very fulfilling?"
"That's true. Teacher Song is really good. What he said is different from others. Happy and painful, haha, this sentence is really appropriate!" Old Lu gave Song Yuanchao a thumbs up.
The two chatted and laughed for a while, and Song Yuanchao asked about the situation of the third factory.
When Song Yuanchao asked about the third factory, Lao Lu looked helpless and sighed.
According to what Lao Lu and Song Yuanchao said, it was basically the same as what Lin Yan said on the phone yesterday. However, compared to what Lin Yan said, Lao Lu said more specific and detailed. He also mentioned the current internal opposition within Factory 8. Due to the problems at Factory 3, many people in Factory 8 opposed this matter. The reasons have been mentioned before.
After all, Factory 8 was living a comfortable life. Now the local tyrants wanted to share the profits of Factory 8. It was impossible for the staff and cadres of Factory 8 not to have any thoughts. Originally, Lin Yuhang held a factory meeting to patiently communicate with some staff and cadres, and pointed out that once Factory 8 and Factory 3 merged, it would be more beneficial than harmful to the future of Factory 8.
Although Factory 8 needs to assume Factory 3's debts and personnel for the time being, with Factory 3's production capacity and channels , Factory 8 can grow stronger in a very short time. Some of the current losses are only temporary, and Factory 8 will not suffer in the long run. Once it succeeds, the future development of Factory 8 is obvious.
Besides, no matter what, the Third Factory is also a sister factory, and we are all sister units in the same system. We can’t just stand by and watch them die, right?
Think about the situation of Factory 8 before. If Factory 3 is also dying like Factory 8 before, what will happen to the employees who depend on the factory for their livelihood? What will happen to their families?
Lin Yuhang used both reason and emotion, and with patience and sincerity, he finally convinced the workers and cadres of Factory 8. However, no one expected that just when the internal situation of Factory 8 was settled, something happened at Factory 3.
Factory 3 went to the higher authorities to petition and even wrote a so-called blood oath, which put Factory 8, which had already made concessions, in an awkward position. What was even more terrible was that after Factory 3 petitioned, in order to avoid the situation from escalating and causing a bad impact, the attitudes of many leaders above changed overnight.
