Siheyuan: Baji heirs never forget

Chapter 86 Mercedes-Benz Motorcycle Factory, Mercedes-Benz Motorcycles (for subscription)

After everyone interviewed, only a dozen people were recruited, and most of them were employees with experience working in car companies, and all of them had very little experience.After all, old workers are either retired or are the backbone of car companies.

Today's car companies are all state-owned enterprises, and under ordinary circumstances they would not come to private companies like Xin Zhao.Furthermore, there is a serious shortage of talents in the current society.

After several days of recruitment interviews, the motorcycle factory still had a serious shortage of management and technical personnel.

Seeing this scene, Dai Jing immediately found Zhao Xin and Lou Xiao'e: "Brother Zhao, Sister Lou. I can write to ask some Chinese to come back, but the salary is at least the same as mine, and we can't be stingy with the subsequent increase."

"No problem." Xin Zhao said with a smile on his face: "It's best if I can call more, I want as much as I want. The treatment is definitely the best in the country."

"Okay." Dai Jing nodded, she was going back to write a letter.

After all, she had been the vice president of the student union and had a wide network of contacts in the school. She could be said to be one of the talkative people in the Chinese student circle in Chicago.

As long as she came forward to invite her and told her about the current situation in the country and Xin Zhao's salary, some of the Chinese young people who cherish their homeland would definitely come back.

Of course, 3000 yuan is still less than across the ocean in the United States. After all, even if you go out to work part-time there, you can still find a job that pays 20 US dollars an hour and [-] US dollars a month.

After converting it, it would be more than 6000 RMB. You must know that at this point in time, 1 US dollar is equal to about 8 RMB, and few people will exchange it like this.

However, Chinese people who are willing to return to China will definitely not think too much about salary.After all, compared with today's Eastern homeland and the United States, that is the gap between the countryside and the city.

Returning to my homeland in the East is for that recognition, and also for the purpose of building up my homeland.

The beginning of reform and opening up will inevitably bring a wave of Chinese people back to their homeland, just like Dai Jing's grandparents.

The solar cooker factory has been officially put into operation, with a daily output of 21 solar cookers, which is [-] solar cookers with [-] working days in a month.Moreover, in terms of sales, there is no need for Xin Zhao to take out food at all, but directly purchased by the government.

Of course, the price is also cheaper than before. The original ex-factory price of a solar cooker is 26 yuan, which has been directly reduced to [-] yuan.The monthly output value is about [-] yuan. After excluding various costs, the monthly profit is about [-] yuan.

You must know that this has not officially entered the 80s, it is just the summer of 79.

The construction of a factory in the west is also progressing steadily, and Zhang Wei has already gone there with some people from the factory.Zhao Xin has been busy at the motorcycle factory. The motorcycle factory already has a workshop established, and a small part of a production equipment imported from Japan has been installed in it.

As the only technician who has a thorough understanding of this production line, Zhao Xin can only personally train the half-full technicians recruited.

They are not required to know the principles, they only need to know how to operate the assembly line.

A motorcycle is a complicated thing, with many accessories, from tires, to engines, and various gears of different sizes.

The production lines that Xin Zhao asked his father-in-law to import from Japan were quite complete. After all, they cost a lot. These three production lines cost nearly HK$500 million.

Of course, it is a pity that there are no corresponding technical personnel to provide guidance. After all, the production line is only transited in Hong Kong, and those Japanese experts are not willing to come to China after being transited.

However, various instructions are also quite complete, which saves Xin Zhao's time to a certain extent.

The days of training were long and boring, but Xin Zhao could afford to wait because he still had money in his pocket and profitable projects such as the solar cooker and Shuxiangxuan.

……

Two and a half years passed in the blink of an eye, and the time came to July 1981, the summer of 7.

On this day, firecrackers went off in the motorcycle factory, and a brand new motorcycle was ridden out of the workshop by Xin Zhao in the complete factory building.

He has been working as a chief technical engineer in a motorcycle factory for more than two years, and now he has finally seen results, and the first motorcycle has been produced.

The big guy's applause was thunderous, even roaring.

Because this is the first mature motorcycle produced by a domestic private enterprise.

"Everyone, Mercedes-Benz motorcycles can officially be put into mass production." The workers cheered, and Dai Jing, who had returned from studying in the United States, also had tears in her eyes at this moment.

In more than two years, the three assembly lines have been completely set up, and the previously almost empty site is now fully equipped with all kinds of equipment.The two newly built dormitory buildings are bright and sturdy.

The technicians who could not be found before and the completely novice workers have now become mature motorcycle factory workers.

Of course, the most critical thing is the domestic college students. Zhao Xin signed employment contracts with them in advance, allowing them to come to work and study technology in their spare time. At this moment, ten college students have graduated and have officially become technicians who understand technology and production.

"Zhengcheng, we succeeded." Dai Jing took Shao Zhengcheng's hand and said.

"Successful." Shao Zhengcheng nodded, his eyes were also full of joy.He is the deputy engineer of the motorcycle factory, and he is also one of the Chinese called back by Dai Jing from the American Chinese, and he is still in the motorcycle factory.

"Everyone go back and change into new clothes. Let's celebrate in Shuxiangxuan." Lou Xiao'e next to Zhao Xin also said.

Everyone went to Shuxiangxuan, where there was a constant flow of fine wine and delicious food.

At the end of the day, Zhao Xin gave each worker 50 yuan as a bonus.

The motorcycle factory has officially entered production mode starting today. He has been waiting for this day for a long time. If he didn't have a strong family background, he would probably have to borrow money from a bank to make it happen.

To be honest, he thought too simply before.Although he can easily understand the entire production process of motorcycles, there are currently too few technical personnel in the country. After all, the first batch of college students have only graduated this year.

Most of the previous technicians were in state-owned factories.

It can be said that in more than two years, apart from building a motorcycle factory that has to produce even one screw by itself, the main thing is to cultivate its own talents.

At this moment, Xin Zhao also deeply realized that he was really just a small business before. The washing machines before Inspur were purely assembled products, while the solar cookers after Inspur also had simple craftsmanship.For a complex machine like a motorcycle, currently with official efforts, the finished product would definitely be ready in half a year, but it took me more than two years.

This is to take one step first and seize the opportunity; to take two steps first is to become a pioneer.

Fortunately, Xin Zhao's family is rich and can support him.

Instead of going home to rest, Xin Zhao went to the motorcycle factory.Through the door of the car factory, I saw Dai Jing taking Shao Zhengcheng around the factory on a motorcycle that had just been produced.The two of them also bought a second-floor apartment in Beijing, but they have basically been living in the factory for more than a year.

"It seems that I came at the wrong time." Xin Zhao left quietly.

Shao Zhengcheng and Dai Jing, one is highly skilled and the other is good at management. They are both rare talents.

He was relieved that the motorcycle factory would be managed by two people in the future. Of course, another person would definitely be sent to the finance department.

It was getting late, so Xin Zhao simply drove back to his home.

This car was bought a few years ago, and its name is Lada 2105. It is a car imported from Russia.Dressed in white, it is more in line with Xin Zhao's aesthetics, and the power performance is quite good at the moment.

The car stopped and the yard of my house was also quite lively.

Uncle Yi, He Yuzhu, Yan Jiecheng, Liu Guangtian, and even his master were all here, and they all came to congratulate Xin Zhao on the launch of the motorcycle factory.

"Ouch~" The two Tibetan Mastiffs scurried around Xin Zhao, seeming to feel the joy.

"Be good." Zhao Xin stroked the heads of the two Tibetan mastiffs, and Dahei and Erhei immediately followed behind with satisfaction.

"Dad." Zhao Yueyue took the lead and said, holding a small wine glass: "Congratulations to dad that the motorcycle factory is officially on the right track. Our family is making a lot of money." "Okay." Zhao Xin took it and drank it in one gulp. It was actually tea.

As expected, my daughter still feels sorry for herself.

"Dad, come and eat watermelon." Zhao Gangyi walked out of the kitchen with a plate of cut watermelon.

"Yes." Zhao Xin nodded and talked cordially with Mr. He Yuzhu and Mr. Yi, sitting at the table with them and eating fruits.

"Gang Yi, which school did you volunteer for?" In this year and month, first fill in the volunteers, and then report the results of the college entrance examination.

"Dad." Zhao Gangyi looked embarrassed and a little shy.

At this moment, Lou Xiao'e came out with a cut apple: "Gangyi filled out the application form for Zhejiang University, you have to teach him a lesson."

"Zhejiang University, why do you want to go to Zhejiang?" Zhao Xin was a little confused. He was busy at the motorcycle factory these days and forgot about his fourth son's application.But based on his understanding of Zhao Gangyi's academic performance, even if he couldn't get into Peking University and Tsinghua University, BJ Institute of Technology would still be fine.

"There is heaven above, and Suzhou and Hangzhou below. I heard that that place is good." Zhao Gangyi said sheepishly.

"What major?" Xin Zhao asked while eating watermelon.

"Philosophy major." Zhao Gangyi said.

"Uh." Xin Zhao stopped eating melon. This professional really didn't recognize it.

Since he had already reported it, Zhao Xin couldn't say anything more. He nodded and continued chatting with the third uncle and He Yuzhu.

He did not interfere too much in the children's major choice, and gave some guidance on the eldest son's computer major, while his daughter's economic management and Zhao Zhixia's traditional Chinese medicine were their own choices.

Although my children have gone to college as minors, their own knowledge has already far exceeded that of their peers.

After eating and drinking, He Yuzhu looked at Zhao Xin and said, "Brother Zhao, Uncle Yi wants to go back to live in the courtyard. Please help me persuade him."

"Uncle Yi, are you going back to the courtyard?" Zhao Xin asked doubtfully.

"Yes, after your Aunt Yi passed away a few years ago, I wanted to go back. I asked Qin Huairu to vacate the house. There are old guys here when I go back, and the second uncle and the third uncle are still in the courtyard!"

"Zhuzi, you also advised me. I am definitely counting on you and Feiyan to take care of me in my old age! I don't always live in the old courtyard, I just go back to live every once in a while." Yi Zhonghai said.

Naturally, He Yuzhu had nothing to say. Zhao Xin looked at He Yuzhu and asked, "Zhuzhu, I heard that your main house has been rented out."

"It was rented to a widow named Mei." He Yuzhu said.

Yi Zhonghai answered: "The person who rented the main house with the pillars is named Mei Sanfang, who looks a bit like Qin Huairu. He has two children with him. It is said that he is an educated youth who came back from the countryside and is now working in the street office."

"Hey, he is also a miserable person." Yi Zhonghai said with a sigh: "It is worse than Qin Huairu. After all, Qin Huairu still has her own house."

"What's wrong with Qin Huairu?" Zhao Xin was a little confused. Aren't all Banggeng married?
"Banggen and his wife divorced. Banggen likes to be violent. There was a quarrel and he slapped Ma Donglian. Ma Donglian fell and hit her stomach. They divorced after the miscarriage." He Yuzhu shook his head and continued.

He Yuzhu originally wanted to get the money he lent back, but after what happened, he was ready to forget about the money he had lent to Qin Huairu.

"Can the Jia family agree?" Zhao Xin asked doubtfully. He knew Qin Huiru and Jia Zhang. The former was good at seizing opportunities, while the latter was good at making unreasonable troubles.

"Those who file for divorce will lose their children after all." Yi Zhonghai said, "If this hadn't happened, I would never have gotten my house back."

"Uncle Yi, are you worried that your house will be occupied?" Zhao Xin asked with a smile.

"How is that possible!" Yi Zhonghai smiled: "My house must be passed on to Zhu Zhu and Feiyan. I will do this when I go back this time. I mainly miss the old house."

After hearing this, Yan Jiecheng said: "Uncle Yi, I think you should stop moving. In a few days, I am going to let my parents move into our house. We are always busy outside, and someone has to look after the house."

"Besides, there are two widows living in the main courtyard, so there are too many things going on."

"You are going to take your parents to live there." Yi Zhonghai looked at Yan Jiecheng with surprise on his face.

"I have planned this for a long time. I originally wanted to ask the second and third sons to help my parents get pension money, but it turned out that I couldn't get it, so I didn't think about those three melons and dates anymore."

"At that time, your house and my parents' house will be rented out. There have been many people working in BJ in the past two years, so you don't have to worry about renting." Yan Jiecheng said.

"Okay." Yi Zhonghai thought for a moment: "Then I'd better not go back. The three uncles can't get it together."

At this moment Liu Guangtian also said: "I will also take my parents over and help look after the yard."

"Now that the three uncles are here, come and have a drink with us." Zhao Xin raised his glass and said.

"Come." Several people smiled at drinking.

After eating and drinking, it was almost evening. Liu Guangtian and Yan Jiecheng both drove here. Although they drank a little, they were not too much and did not affect their driving.

After sending a few people away, Xin Zhao returned to the house with a smile.

"Dad, why are you laughing?" Zhao Yueyue asked.

"The courtyard where we lived before is completely different now."

"Dad, are you using this idiom incorrectly?" Zhao Gangyi on the side answered: "It should be completely new."

"You brat, you're trying to lecture me. Who told you to choose philosophy as a major? What do you want to study?" In heaven, there are Suzhou and Hangzhou. '

But he clearly wanted to escape from the capital and escape from the control of himself and Lou Xiaoe.

"Go and practice martial arts. Test your Bajiquan skills today."

"Dad, you are not in line with philosophy..." Zhao Gangyi continued to quibble, but he had already been kicked on the butt.

"Yutian, tell him what the philosophy of a martial artist is?" Zhao Xin said and walked towards the study.

"Where is Zhixia?" Zhao Xin asked Zhao Yueyue beside him.

"The third brother went to celebrate someone else's birthday. Wen Tong turns one today." Zhao Yueyue continued with a smile: "Dad, in my opinion, the third brother has fallen in love with someone."

"Like it?" Xin Zhao frowned slightly, then relaxed.

Time flies very fast. I am already 42 years old, and it is time for my children to date someone.

But thinking about it in the old courtyard, it was quite normal.

After all, the white-eyed wolf-stick stalker has been married and divorced.

　Ask for a recommendation ticket, ask for a monthly ticket

　　
　
(End of this chapter)