Great Power Ship

Chapter 70 Funds
As soon as these words came out, Wen Dawei and Liu Chengzhi were full of black lines. They just wanted to explain to Tang Jianshe, but Jiang Xudong took the lead.

When he heard that the frogman could swim underwater for nearly two hours with the help of special equipment, Tang Jianshe's eyes lit up and he nodded immediately: "I'll go, I'll go!"

"Okay, let me register for you first, and we will visit your home when we return to the army in two days!" Jiang Xudong took out a notebook, and just about to ask Tang Jianshe's address, Wen Dawei took the address from just now A business card was stuffed into the other party's hand: "The address is on it. I'll ask the workshop to work two extra shifts in the next few days to get some sample knives out. I'll ask your comrades in the army to help me out."

"Okay, I will bother you when the time comes!" Jiang Xudong is not an ordinary person, since someone helped them make diving knives, he was naturally eager for this to happen, so he put Wen Dawei's business card in his notebook, closed it and got up: "Thank you We've entertained you, we'll let you know in advance when we're going!"

"Okay, then we'll be waiting for you at Lidong Factory!"

Wen Dawei also got up with a smile and shook hands with Jiang Xudong. Jiang Xudong exchanged greetings with Liu Chengzhi and Tang Jianshe before saying goodbye and leaving.

Wen Dawei and the others didn't stay for long, they ate the rest of the fish, cleaned up the trash, and returned to the guest house where they lived with their fishing rods in their hands.

As soon as he entered the door, he was stopped by the gatekeeper: "Wen Dawei from Lidong Factory, right?"

Wen Dawei nodded: "It's me!"

"A comrade from the Southwest Ordnance Industry Bureau came to see you today. There may be something urgent. You must call back according to this contact information when you come back!" The old man said and wrote down a piece of contact information of the Southwest Ordnance Industry Bureau. Handed the note to Wen Dawei, and then he leisurely turned on the semiconductor radio and listened to his favorite model opera.

After receiving the note, Wen Dawei knew that his father had something to do with him, because the note was clearly written: Transfer to the Party History Research Office of the Southwest Ordnance Industry Bureau, Wen Lin!

Father naturally didn't dare to neglect something, so he went out immediately, crossed the road and entered the post office opposite, took out the letter of introduction from the factory, explained his purpose, and then applied for a phone call, and quickly transferred it after the call. After waiting for 2 minutes, I heard an inquiry from the phone: "The Party History Research Office of the Southwest Ordnance Bureau, who are you looking for?"

"Excuse me, is Comrade Wen Lin here?"

"Yes, old Wen..."

Following the shout, Wen Lin's steady voice soon reached Wen Dawei's ears through the phone line: "I'm Wen Lin!"

"Dad, it's me!"

"Small... where did you go?"

When Wen Lin on the other end of the phone heard that his son had directly broken the defense, he almost blurted out a sentence of "little bastard". There was no way. In the past 3 hours, Wen Lin rode a bicycle back and forth from the Southwest Ordnance Industry Bureau to the guest house where Wen Dalin lived. I ran four times.

As a result, no one was found.

If this was in the past, Wen Lin would not have looked for it at all. Anyway, can such a big person be lost?

The problem is that the colleagues and leaders in the bureau are all waiting for him to reply, especially Deputy Bureau Wang, who has explicitly hinted at it several times, from the first few "high-end" razors to more than a dozen, and now it is even more straightforward. Opening requires 50 pieces.

The reason is that there are many leaders in the capital, and it is easy to be criticized for giving this or not, and Deputy Director Wang is also planning to use the "high-end" razor as a model of the Southwest Ordnance Industry Bureau's military-to-civilian reform, so as to follow the soldiers at the meeting Other fraternal units of the engineering system share experience and so on, how can it work if there are fewer things.

As the saying goes, when the leader opens his mouth, the people below will lose their legs, especially in the years when communication is extremely scarce.

Wen Dawei didn't stay in the guest house honestly, he went fishing in the Jialing River, and he didn't have a mobile phone with him, where could Wen Linshang find it?

I can only helplessly leave a contact information, and then sit in the office and wait.

Fortunately, Wen Dawei still had a conscience and didn't make him wait in vain.

Wen Dawei didn't know that his father's leg was about to break today, he heard that his tone sounded like you had taken gunpowder, so he quickly asked, "Dad, what's wrong?"

"I'll be waiting for you in the dormitory. The phone bill is expensive. Let's talk face to face!" After speaking, he hung up the phone. I charged him 3 yuan and 3 cents.

Wen Dawei, who didn't want to take a hard trip at first, saw this bill, and immediately felt that it was good to take a walk. After all, the phone bill at this time is an exponentially increasing series. If you really want to talk on the phone, bankruptcy is definitely just around the corner.

In contrast, going to Dad's place is not only beneficial to physical and mental health, but also can increase the relationship between father and son, how wonderful!
So he went back to the guest house and told Liu Chengzhi and Tang Jianshe about the situation. Wen Dawei took advantage of the fact that the bus was not out of service and packed up his things casually, boarded the bus at the entrance of the guest house, and wobbled all the way to the southwest Ordnance Bureau.

Wen Lin had been waiting on the platform for a long time. When Wen Dawei got off the bus, he was dragged by Wen Lin to a small state-run restaurant not far away. As soon as he sat down, Wen Dawei asked strangely: "Dad, it's so cheap to eat in the cafeteria, but it costs a lot here." gone."

Speaking of which, Wen Dawei patted his chest proudly: "But your son is rich now, so I'll treat you to this meal, but you can't just put me down for scientific research funding!"

"I'm looking for you to talk about funding!" Wen Lin glanced at the empty restaurant before saying unhurriedly: "The cafeteria in the bureau is full of people, it would be very inconvenient for me to take you there !"

As soon as he heard that it was a matter of funds, Wen Dawei immediately cheered up.

After Wen Dawei earned his first pot of gold with "high-end" razors, he engaged in technical upgrading in addition to improving welfare benefits for the cadres and workers in the heat treatment workshop.

The problem is that technological upgrades not only cost money, but the effect of the money spent may not be visible for a while, and that’s all. The key is that many technologies, processes and equipment are limited to a small production range due to various reasons.

For example, the free forging of more than 20 tons in the hands of the Southwest Ordnance Industry Bureau is limited to the production of military products. It does not mean that civilian products cannot be used, but that it needs approval from the bureau before it can be opened.

There are many similar situations, which is no different from a big limitation for heat treatment workshops that are new to the market and need to be adjusted all the time.

Of course, the bigger limitation is the problem of funds.

Regardless of the high profits of "high-end" razors, it is not enough to create a new technology or process, so Wen Dawei wondered if he could apply for some funds and policies from his superiors.

Lidong Factory was noncommittal about this, and felt that Wen Dawei could just make the razor well. What kind of technology upgrades are going to be done, even if they are upgraded, what can they do?Make sharper razors?

As for the economic consultant hired by Ma Jun, Zheng Yong sneered at Wen Dawei's ideas, bluntly saying that Wen Dawei didn't understand economics, and he was completely nonsense, and publicly predicted that "high-end" razors would not last long if they continued to do so.

(End of this chapter)