Back to 80: My literary life.

Chapter 622 621 “What kind of man am I if I can’t even support my wife and children?!

Fang Minghua asked Liu Jianjun while sitting on the sofa.

"Jianjun, you're doing well. I heard from Mingli that you're still a project leader in the institute. Why do you want to resign?"

"Brother, what's the use of being a project leader?" Liu Jianjun looked up at Fang Minghua: "Our institute hasn't paid wages for three consecutive months! During the Chinese New Year, each employee was given 100 yuan and a batch of rice. This is the New Year's allowance!"

What the hell!

Are you so poor?

Fang Minghua was shocked when he heard this and looked at his sister involuntarily.

"Jianjun is telling the truth. Last year, the performance of the institute was very poor. We couldn't pay salaries every other day." Fang Mingli said, "If it weren't for the help of my parents and you and sister-in-law, Jianjun and I wouldn't have received any salary that year."

Speaking of the latter part, Fang Mingli also looked helpless.

"Over the past two years, more than 30 employees have left our office and gone to the south. I heard that they are doing well, so I want to leave too," Liu Jianjun said.

"But, Jianjun, I heard from the director that you are the leader of this project. If you leave, the project will probably come to a standstill," said Fang Mingli.

"That's right, Mingli is right. I heard that the projects in your institute are all high-tech and very important to the country." Fang Minghua also hurriedly added: "As for family expenses, Jianjun, you don't have to worry. How about this, Jianjun, I will give you 100,000 to spend, and I will give you more if it's not enough. You, don't think about anything, just do your job with peace of mind, how about it?"

"That's right, Jianjun. Listen to your brother." At this time, mother-in-law Zhang Fenglan also interrupted: "Although the institute is a little poor, it is still a state-owned enterprise! You went to the south to work for a private boss, which is nothing. Your brother said that giving you 100,000 is enough for your family of three."

His father-in-law Fang Changhe also advised him not to leave.

"Dad, Mom, you don't understand!" Liu Jianjun, who usually has a good temper, suddenly raised his voice, scaring the two elderly people.

Liu Jianjun looked at Fang Minghua and said, "Brother, I know that you are good to Mingli and our whole family. You give us money, things and houses. Even if we can't make money, you can still support our family of three with your ability."

Liu Jianjun became excited.

"But I am also a man. I have my own self-esteem. What kind of man am I if I can't even support my wife and children?!"

The room suddenly became silent.

Liu Jianjun calmed down and continued:

"I had a classmate in graduate school who was very close to me. After graduation, he was assigned to the 210th Institute in the southern suburbs. Last summer, he resigned and went to Shenzhen to do research and development in a foreign-funded enterprise. The boss valued him very much, provided him with food and accommodation, and a monthly salary of 4000 yuan. He called me before the Spring Festival and asked me to go there too."

Fang Mingli listened and said: "But, Jianjun, are you willing to give up your project? It took you several years of hard work, and several key problems have been solved. Success is in sight, but you want to leave?"

"Project? Mingli, you don't know, the project has been cancelled!" Li Jianjun said with a miserable smile.

"Cut it off? Why did you cut it off?!" Fang Mingli asked hurriedly.

"We ran out of money. Before the Chinese New Year, the director came to me and said that my project was too expensive and the funding was suspended. The institute also had no money, so we stopped it temporarily."

"what?!"

Fang Mingli was so shocked that she was speechless.

No wonder my husband suddenly insisted on resigning and moving to Shenzhen. This is probably one of the main reasons.

At this time Fang Minghua said, "Jianjun, resigning is not a trivial matter. Don't worry. I will go talk to your director and you can decide in a few days. How about that?"

"What do you want from our office?" Liu Jianjun was surprised.

"Don't worry about it. Even if you want to resign, you have to wait until the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, right? Don't worry, these few days won't make a difference." Fang Minghua said with a smile. Liu Jianjun thought about it and nodded.

Fang Minghua asked about the health of the two elders again, told them not to worry too much, there was always a solution, and then drove back to his home.

The two children had already fallen asleep. Song Tangtang was waiting in the living room. When she saw Fang Minghua come in, she hurriedly asked, "Minghua, what happened?"

"Jianjun wants to resign."

Fang Minghua briefly explained the process.

"Hey"

Song Tangtang sighed: "It's okay for elder sister Mingmei to resign, but Jianjun is a scientific research talent. It's a pity for him to leave like this."

"Haven't you heard the popular saying in society now: Those who hold scalpels are not as good as those who hold razors, and those who make atomic bombs are not as good as those who sell tea eggs?" Fang Minghua said, "Okay, I'll go talk to their director tomorrow."

"Ah."

The next morning, Song Tangtang was going to work. Fang Minghua first helped the two children get dressed. After breakfast, she drove them to her mother-in-law's house temporarily, and then went straight to Institute 618.

Institute 618 is located on Beilin Electronics nd Road. Fang Minghua often drives past here but has never been inside.

In those days, the management of military institutes was not as strict as it is in later generations. Fang Minghua drove directly to the courtyard of the institute, took out his work ID and gave it to the guard, inquiring about the director.

Although the security guard didn't understand why the vice chairman of the Provincial Writers Association wanted to see the director, he enthusiastically told him the location of the director's office since the other party was a leading cadre after all.

"Thank you." Fang Minghua turned and walked towards the office building.

The current 618 office building is still an old Soviet-style building, gray and gloomy. Fang Minghua walked up the stairs. The walls were already mottled and very old.

The director's office was on the second floor. Fang Minghua knocked on the door on the east side with "Director's Office" written on it. Inside, behind an old-fashioned, heavy desk sat a man wearing glasses, who was about fifty years old.

Fang Minghua smiled, took out his work ID and introduced himself.

The director’s surname was Zhang. He was surprised to hear Fang Minghua’s introduction, but he still warmly invited him to sit down.

After Fang Minghua sat on the sofa, he picked up the teacup and poured him a cup of tea, then asked: "Chairman Fang, are you here to collect folk songs? But we are a military institute, and it seems that there is nothing to know."

"No, Director Zhang, I'm not here to collect folk songs today. I want to talk to you about something. Fang Mingli is my biological sister." Fang Minghua explained.

"Fang Minghua, Fang Mingli. Look at my reaction." Director Zhang was a little embarrassed and asked, "You want to ask about Fang Mingli? Let me tell you, Fang Mingli has performed very well in our institute and is already a probationary Party member! She is also a technical backbone!"

"Director Zhang, I want to ask about my brother-in-law Liu Jianjun. I heard that he wants to resign?"

Hearing what Fang Minghua said, Director Zhang also sighed and said, "Yes. He talked to me about this two days ago. From the bottom of my heart, of course I don't want him to resign. Jianjun is a young technical leader in our institute and is also in charge of a project. I plan to recommend him to study for a doctorate abroad after the project is completed. After further study, he can come back to take the lead in the future!"

"But the institute's current economic performance is too poor. I guess Jianjun has told you that as the director, I feel really guilty. If Jianjun really wants to leave, I can't stop him."

"Oh, that's right." Fang Minghua nodded and asked, "Director Zhang, is the project that Jianjun is leading very important?"

"Of course it's important! It's related to microelectronics. Once successfully developed, it will fill a gap in my country's flight control field." Director Zhang became excited.

"Excuse me for being frank, Director Zhang, if it is so important, why doesn't the country stop allocating funds?" Fang Minghua asked again.

Director Zhang was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said:
"Did Jianjun tell you this? Chairman Fang, you probably don't know much about it. Now all scientific research units across the country are competing for national scientific research funds. There are so many scientific research institutes under our Ministry of Aeronautics and Astronautics, so the funds are also very tight. Do you think you can fill the gaps in the country? There are so many projects that can fill the gaps in the country. Even fighter jets, large military transport aircraft, and armed helicopters have been cancelled due to lack of funds. Why would they care about a small microelectronics project like yours?!"

(End of this chapter)