Reborn in the red age

Li Qingfeng listened to what Lao Liu said behind him and couldn't help but nodded secretly.

This person has a very clear vision and has described the current situation of the domestic semiconductor industry in one sentence.

Chips are different from other industries. They develop too fast. A technological revolution occurs every two or three years, and the investment is huge. The establishment of a production line can easily cost hundreds of billions of dollars.

If we want to introduce advanced foreign technology, we cannot delay. If we delay for a year or two, the production line that we thought was promising at the time may become an internationally obsolete technology by the time it is introduced into China.

When laymen guide professionals, it is a disaster in the chip industry.

Looking at An Yumin who was speechless after being scolded by Old Liu, Li Qingfeng smiled and said a few words of comfort.

Turning around, he quietly asked the staff on the bus: "Who is that old professor in the back? Where does he work?"

"Engineer Liu Yunshan, formerly the chief designer of Shanghai Belling Microelectronics Manufacturing Co., Ltd., was poached by us at a poaching conference last year." Glancing at Old Liu at the back of the carriage, the staff member introduced him to Li Qingfeng in a low voice.

Li Qingfeng nodded in understanding, and couldn't help but look up to Old Liu who dared to speak out.

Li Qingfeng was familiar with Modou Belling Microelectronics. It was the first Sino-foreign joint venture in the domestic integrated circuit industry. The joint venture partner was a French telecommunications equipment manufacturer, which was also ranked among the best in the world.

To be able to become the chief designer of this company, I have to say that Lao Liu has some talent.

Secretly keeping Liu Yunshan's name in mind, Li Qingfeng continued chatting with An Yumin calmly.

When the convoy arrived at the port, the cargo ship carrying the production line had not yet arrived. A group of people from Huaxin International stood on the dock, looking at the sea, eagerly awaiting the arrival of the country's first 1.5-micron production line.

"Dear professors, it's quite hot outside. Why don't you wait inside? There are fans inside. Don't get heatstroke outside."

A group of people had been waiting at the dock for a long time. A customs officer, who was worried that a group of old men might get heatstroke, came up quickly to persuade everyone to go to the hall to escape the heat.

Li Qingfeng, who had long been unable to bear the scorching sun, was about to agree, but An Yumin next to him said first: "Young comrade, this is nothing. The cargo ship that is about to arrive at the port is transporting the most advanced production line in the country. We have to see it arrive at the port with our own eyes, otherwise we will not be at ease."

The others all agreed with An Yumin's words. Even Old Liu, who had just confronted An Yumin in the car, did not refute him.

Seeing that everyone wanted to wait, Li Qingfeng could only swallow what he wanted to say and followed a group of old men to bask in the sun on the dock.

The staff at the back tried to persuade them a few more times, but seeing that the group of people were adamant and unwilling to leave the dock, they stopped persuading them and turned away.

Not long after the staff returned, they brought a foam box of ice cream and distributed it to everyone one by one.

Li Qingfeng also got an ice cream in his hand, which was made of cream.

In his heart, he admired the thoughtfulness of the Tianjin Customs. Li Qingfeng did not let them suffer any loss and asked Sun Aidang to deliver the money for the ice cream to them.

"The taste of this ice cream is average. The best ice cream is the one produced by Lanzhou 504 Factory. The taste is so delicate that you will never forget it once you have tasted it." Someone sighed while eating the ice cream in his mouth.

"That's right. They didn't even look at the mixer used by Factory 504. They used a centrifuge for enriching uranium used in making atomic bombs. The speed is as high as tens of thousands to hundreds of thousands per minute. How can the cream stirred by this thing not be smooth?"

"The factory that made the atomic bomb has started making ice cream. Alas, now"

Before the man could finish his words, a voice interrupted him: "Look, 515, is this the ship we are waiting for?"

"Yes, yes, 515, this is the one."

Seeing the ship they were waiting for appear at the port, everyone lost interest in talking about making ice cream. Excited smiles appeared on their faces and they waved at the huge cargo ship No. 515.

The giant ship entered the port, and soon, Ni Guangnan, who was in charge of dismantling the equipment in Japan, got off the ship and shook hands and hugged a group of acquaintances with a smile.

After Qingfeng Li hugged Ni Guangnan, he said apologetically, "Mr. Ni, thank you for your hard work. I'm sorry for making you stay in Japan for half a year."

"What's the big deal? As long as I can introduce urgently needed equipment to the country, I would be fine to stay in Japan and never come back in my lifetime," Ni Guangnan said with a hearty smile.

"Haha, that won't do. If Mr. Ni, you never come back, your sister-in-law will come to my house to ask for you." Li Qingfeng changed the subject and asked about the situation of the Northeast orphan, Jiro Ozawa.

Hearing Li Qingfeng mention Jiro Ozawa, Ni Guangnan laughed: "The Japanese stock market has not been stable in the past six months. Jiro Ozawa has gone bankrupt and owed high-interest loans to the gangs over there. He has been chased for debts every few days. It is said that he was captured by the gangs. I don't know where he was taken."

"Humph, this grandson deserves it."

After learning about what happened to Jiro Ozawa, Qingfeng Li felt much better.

This grandson was raised by his Chinese people, and with the help of China, he returned to Japan to find his relatives. But then he turned around and wanted to cheat the Chinese people. It would be a great relief if such a person died.

Ni Guangnan looked around, quietly pulled Li Qingfeng's sleeve, and whispered: "Teacher Li, the manufacturing economy in Japan is not good now. The skilled workers in Ozawa Jiro's factory have been unable to find a job since they lost their jobs. I have talked to several skilled supervisors and technicians, and they are willing to join our company and work in China. Do you think we should let them come?"

"Well, what is the monthly salary they ask for?"

"Supervisor 400,000 yen, senior technician 350,000 yen"

According to the current exchange rate, 400,000 yen is equivalent to 2,500 US dollars, which is a relatively high salary in the United States. It is an astronomical figure that Chinese workers dare not even think about.

Hearing this number, Qingfeng Li fell silent, took out a cigarette, lit it, frowned and fell into deep thought.

When Ni Guangnan saw Li Qingfeng frowning, he thought he felt that the salary he wanted was too high and didn't want to hire him, so he quickly explained: "Teacher Li, the salary they want is only one-third higher than in Japan. It's normal to earn more working abroad than working in China. You can't earn the same as working in China, right?" "Besides, they have been in the chip manufacturing industry for so many years, and have been in front-line production. They have mastered many secret production processes. With these Japanese, we can quickly master the 1.5-micron production process."

"Old Ni, I understand what you said. I know they helped us master the 5-micron process technology. I can afford the salary."

At this point, Qingfeng Li paused, looked into Ni Guangnan's eyes and added, "Have you ever thought about this? The highest-paid professor in our company only makes 10,000 yuan a month, which is only 2,000 yuan when converted into US dollars according to the official exchange rate. The workers on the production line only make more than 100 yuan a month, and the supervisors only make 200 to 300 yuan. If we directly pay them a monthly salary of more than 2,000 US dollars, what do you think our workers will think?"

Ni Guangnan didn't care about Li Qingfeng's concerns: "What's the big deal? It has always been like this in China. Foreigners coming to China get paid more than Chinese people. They are used to it and don't have any objections."

"There has to be a limit. They are both employees in the company's production workshop, but the salary gap is more than 100 times, and the other party is Japanese. This will definitely affect our own workers."

Ni Guangnan spread his hands and said helplessly: "If we didn't have these Japanese skilled workers, it would take us a long time to master the production line."

"Don't worry, I'll go back and hold a meeting and give you a reply within two days."

"Okay, give me a reply as soon as possible so I can talk to Japan."

It was not an easy task to unload the production line from the ship, and the old men from Huaxin could not stay here for too long. After boarding the ship and checking the list of items, they left Ni Guangnan to continue coordinating the transportation issues, and they took a car back to Sijiu City.

As the production line is about to enter the factory, the 'HuaXin' microelectronics manufacturing factory begins to become busy, with vehicles constantly entering and leaving the factory for relocation work.

Not only were all the items and data in the old office building that was originally coordinated to be moved, but even the equipment of the Peking University Microelectronics Research Institute began to be dismantled and relocated.

In the next few years, the new factory will become the production and R&D base of Huaxin.

On the second day after returning to Beijing, Li Qingfeng organized a meeting. All the leaders within Huaxin, including the party group secretary, were present.

After everyone arrived, Li Qingfeng didn't waste any words and directly spoke about today's topic: "Two things, one is to introduce Japanese grassroots technical management talents, and the other is the recruitment of skilled technicians as the production line is about to be put in place. Let's discuss it together."

After Li Qingfeng finished speaking, Xu Yuanming, general manager of Huaxin, spoke first: "I support the introduction of grassroots technical management talents from Japan. With this group of people, we can master the production process more quickly, increase production capacity quickly, and learn secret production processes from them. Although the salary is a bit higher, it is worth it."

"I agree. The production process has always been a secret of each factory. In the past, domestic factories used the same production lines as foreign ones, but their yield rate and production capacity were far inferior to those of foreign countries. The main reason lies in the production process. This time we have the opportunity to get a group of technical backbones from Japan, and we can't miss it." Academician Wang, as a domestic big shot, also nodded in agreement.

One of these two people is the general manager of the company, and the other is a technical expert. After they were the first to express their support, the others did not dare to speak out in public even if they had any opinions.

They looked at each other and nodded to show their agreement to be introduced.

Even Old Liu, who had been speechless after being confronted by An Yumin on the bus, nodded frequently at the meeting and did not raise any objections.

Li Qingfeng looked at the voices of agreement and couldn't help but sigh in his heart. It was really not a good idea to let a group of technical people be managers. They only considered technology and nothing else.

If the matter was really that simple, why would we need to bring it up at the meeting? I just decided it myself.

After a quick glance, Li Qingfeng set his sights on Xie Wanmin, the party group secretary who looked calm and composed. He smiled and asked, "Secretary Xie, you haven't said anything yet. What do you think of today's meeting?"

"Haha, Teacher Li, you think highly of me. I am responsible for the company's party building work. The general manager and a group of old professors are in charge of business management matters," Xie Wanmin opened his eyes and said with a smile.

"Oh, that's wrong. You have experience in state-owned enterprises and have led successful reforms of state-owned enterprises. You must have your own opinions on business management. It doesn't matter if you say something or not."

"Okay, since Teacher Li asked me to speak, I will say a few words."

Xie Wanmin took a sip from the teacup, sat up straight, leaned forward slightly, and stretched out a finger: "The second problem is easy to solve. Workers can be directly transferred from other factories. This does not need to be discussed in a meeting. However, regarding the introduction of Japanese grassroots talents, my colleagues and I have different opinions. I do not agree with directly introducing technical workers from Japan."

"First, it is a question of the mentality of grassroots employees. People are not worried about the lack of income, but the inequality of income. Given the historical problems between China and Japan, will it cause dissatisfaction among Chinese workers if we directly pay the Japanese such high wages?"

"Secondly, after the Japanese become our employees, because the wage gap between Chinese and Japanese employees is too large, will they worry that after teaching our employees, they will fire them, thus leaving some of them with nothing?"

After Xie Wanmin finished speaking, he leaned back in his chair, resumed his calm demeanor, and kept silent.

After hearing these words, everyone frowned and thought deeply, and there was a lot of discussion among people.

Academician Wang pushed his glasses and frowned as he said, "What Secretary Xie said does make sense. We can still do some ideological work on the uneven mentality of the workers, but we must guard against the Japanese holding back.

"Of course they will keep some things for themselves. This is an old tradition of the Japanese. When they sell equipment to us, they always keep some things for us in order to earn our maintenance fees."

"Yes, when I was working in the south, my company purchased machines from Japan. They were indeed cheap, but they were too sophisticated and often broke down easily. Once they broke down, we had to spend foreign currency to ask the Japanese to repair them. After all, it was really better to buy machines from Europe and the United States."

Listening to the voices criticizing the Japanese in the conference room, Qingfeng Li rubbed his brows.

These uncles are really not good at business management and they can't even talk about the main topic.

After pressing his hand to signal for everyone to be quiet, Qingfeng Li turned to look at Xie Wanmin, who had just started the topic and then sat back down calmly. "Secretary Xie, do you have any ideas to prevent the Japanese from holding back?"

"Of course there is. It's very simple. Stir up relations, make them suspicious of each other, and then lure them with benefits, and you can easily make them take the initiative to take out what's in their minds." Xie Wanmin opened his eyes and said meaningfully.

After looking at the folding fan waving in Xie Wanmin's hand and then at the air conditioner blowing air in the room, Li Qingfeng fell silent.

Is this guy pretending to be Zhuge Liang? (End of this chapter)