Rebirth of the God-level Xueba

Chapter 201

The train from Lanzhou to Pingjiang arrived at the East Railway Station on time at 14:00.

Jing Cuncheng stood in front of the window of the sleeper carriage, looking down at the platform.

More than ten years ago, he took the same road, from Beijing to Lanzhou, from Lanzhou to Xining, and then from Xining on a broken car for three days to Deling Farm.

During the period, he stopped at Pingjiang for a short time and saw the platform as it is now, except that the people on the platform are different, and the people on the train are also different.

He stood in the sleeping car, and the young people on the platform had no big red flowers on their chests.

Jing Cuncheng looked at everything greedily. He wanted to know more, but he was afraid to know too much...

A small car with a license plate of the Pingjiang Municipal Party Committee attracted Jing Cuncheng's attention.

The train platform usually does not allow cars to enter. In other words, the ones that can enter are not ordinary cars. The single-digit number plate of the Pingjiang Municipal Party Committee is naturally not an ordinary car, and it should not accept ordinary people.

This train from Lanzhou to Pingjiang had a soft-sleeper carriage. Jing Cuncheng had no official reinstatement yet, so he could only use the letter of introduction issued by Deling Farm to buy tickets for the hard-sleeper carriage. He guessed that the car of the Pingjiang Municipal Party Committee should be a passenger in the soft sleeper compartment.

Jing Cuncheng's gaze swept away, and he continued to search for familiar figures on the platform.

"Lao Jing, I got off the car, can't I carry my luggage?" The passer-by on the upper storey of Sleeping Jing Cuncheng took the initiative to help him take the luggage off, put it at Jing Cuncheng's feet, and said with a smile: "Weird heavy. "

"Sorry, it's all books." Jing Cuncheng hurriedly thanked him. Many of the books he brought to Deling Farm in those days have disappeared, and some have even been used to set fire to them. Now they are brought back by Deling Farm’s shop specially bought and given to him.

For a reform-through-labour farm, although there are many rehabilitated cadres, it is very rare to rehabilitate cadres at the deputy ministerial level.

After Jing Cuncheng repeatedly declined his resignation, he still accepted it. He has made many friends in Deling Farm for ten years, and these friends don't know how long they will stay in Deling Farm.

"Take Lao Zhang out as soon as possible." When Jing Cuncheng left, he distributed all the remaining money to his friends, leaving the most for Lao Zhang, because Lao Zhang's body was also the worst, Jing Cuncheng was very worried. , Whether Lao Zhang can spend this winter safely.

In a trance, the people in half a car walked down.

Jing Cuncheng's eyes swept over the black car again.

The door was opened, and a beautiful woman put her hands on the pergola and looked at the train expectantly.

On the other side of the car door, there was also a boy with a square head and a square brain who looked at his feet hesitatingly. Next to her was a gray-haired woman.

His wife!

Jing Cuncheng's body shook violently, no longer caring for others, and rushed under the car when he raised his salute.

Those who were squeezed in complained, Jing Cuncheng apologized, and said, "My wife and children are below."

The cursing man gradually stopped, and gave him the position.

Jing Cuncheng apologized and got out of the car, and rushed straight to the black car.

opposite.

Jing Yulan's eyes suddenly filled with tears.

For her, her father seemed to have become an old man directly from a middle-aged person.

Jing Cuncheng is also mixed with five flavors. Deling Farm is too far away, so he never allows his wife to bring his daughter and son over. In fact, even his wife has applied for many times, but only once came a few years ago. At that time, he met his daughter and son. Photo.

Yang Rui sat quietly in the passenger seat so as not to disturb Jing Cuncheng's reunion with his wife and children.

After more than ten minutes, Jing Cuncheng glanced, smiled and asked, "Who borrowed the car for you?"

"Yang Rui borrowed it from the Pingjiang Municipal Party Committee." Jing Yulan waved back and called out Yang Rui from the passenger seat.

Yang Rui got off the car sharply, greeted humbly, shook hands with Jing Cuncheng gently, and said, "Hello, Uncle Jing, the road is hard."

"Hello, hello..." Jing Cuncheng sighed with emotion. He didn't know what to say for a while, but gently patted the back of Yang Rui's hand with his left hand, and everything was silent.

"Go to the hotel first, I'll talk about it later." Yang Rui smiled gently. From the current relationship between the two, he can be regarded as Jing Cuncheng's great benefactor, but this time belongs to Jing Cuncheng's family, and he does not need to show his existence urgently.

Jing Cuncheng nodded, took a look at the five-seater Shanghai car, and said, "You sit in the front and we squeeze in the back."

"No, I have arranged the hotel, you go first, and I'll be there for a walk." Yang Rui smiled and sent Jing Cuncheng and others into the car, and then introduced: "Master Wang is the driver of our Pingjiang Municipal Party Committee Secretary Yin. The car was also lent to us by Secretary Yin. When we arrived at the hotel, there was a sister Han waiting. She was from Tianjin Pharmaceutical No. 3 Factory. If you have any problems, please ask sister Han for help. Ask Master Wang to take care of you on the road. Point, safety first."

In the last sentence, he was greeting Master Wang. The arrogant attributes of the current driver are comparable to those of the pilots after the aviation industry is overwhelmed, and they will offend others if they are not careful.

Of course, Master Wang, who was instructed by Secretary Yin, is still more political, and said in a friendly manner: "Don't worry, we are the most familiar with this section of the road. Ensure that it is delivered to the place safely and comfortably."

Yang Rui nodded to Jing Cuncheng again, and watched the black car with its all-digital number plate slowly drive away.

He actually wanted to squeeze with Teacher Jing, but the time and place were not suitable.

Inside the car.

Mother Jing sat in the passenger seat and let Jing Cuncheng sit in the middle of the back seat, with his son and daughter on either side.

Jing Cuncheng endured and endured, and there were no old tears, but his emotions were agitated.

It wasn't until the car passed the busiest intersection in Pingjiang that Jing Cuncheng asked, "Master Wang, where are we going now?"

"Just call me Xiao Wang. Let's go to Pingjiang Hotel now." The driver held the steering wheel and spoke slightly with his face turned.

Any restaurant with a local name is the first-class standard in the country. Jing Cuncheng looked at the rearview mirror and asked, "It's Xiao Yang who is paying for it again? Why go to any restaurant and just stay at home?"

"I and Xiaolan live in the dormitory of Pingjiang Normal University. Jingming lives in the school, which is not convenient. Besides, if you live in the past, the neighbors have to ask questions, I don’t know what to say. Yang Rui is careful. Arrange for you to stay at the Pingjiang Hotel. You will stay for two days. When you come back from Beijing, you will help us move. It will not be too late to meet with the neighbors." Jing Mu is a woman who has been the wife of a vice minister. It's true, but never stingy.

Jing Cuncheng said "Well" and stopped talking. He hasn't been officially appointed yet, and he needs to be cautious in everything he does. It's really not a good idea to return to the dormitory area with many people.

The driver drove quietly and quickly sent Jing's family to the door of Pingjiang Hotel.

Pingjiang Hotel occupies a large area, and the Soviet-style main building is also solemnly built. A few thick columns extend the useless gate more than ten meters forward. At this time, in front of the rare glass revolving door in China, there was a long and wide red carpet. Two waiters in bright red jackets looked at the car with smiles and were kind.

The younger brother Jing Ming, who had grown up in poverty since he was a child, looked up at the Pingjiang Hotel building in front of him, his steps a little timid.

Jing Cuncheng also reacted at this time and whispered: "It's too expensive, I don't want to go back to live, just find a guest house?"

Jing Mu smiled and said, "I told you that Yang Rui arranged it. He said that someone would pay the bill and you don't need to worry about it."

After a while, Sister Han wore a bright red cotton-padded jacket, came out of the hall, greeted them with a big smile, and said with a smile: "This is Brother Jing, I'm Han Yan from Tianjin Pharmaceutical No. 3 Factory, come, let me help you Take your luggage, Xiao Zhu, move quickly and help carry things."

She also has a follower by her side.

Upon seeing this posture, Jing Cuncheng asked, "You are also a leader."

"What kind of leadership does not lead?" Sister Han waved her hand and smiled: "Our third pharmaceutical factory is a small factory. I am the director of the factory. However, I will discuss life with Yang Rui in the future. It is your daughter's student. Oops, With this calculation, you are three generations higher than me."

Jing's family all laughed when she made her gag.

Jing Cuncheng was even more surprised. He was on a labor reform farm, and the only time he saw his eldest brother was earlier, and the information he received was limited. The letters and correspondence afterwards were subject to scrutiny, but he did not even mention the word Yang Rui.

He only considered Yang Rui to have a good background, but he didn't expect to hear unusual content here.

As he walked forward, Jing Cuncheng asked, "Is Factory Manager Han and Yang Rui familiar? He is still a student, how did he get into contact with your Tianjin Pharmaceutical Factory?"

"Yang Rui is amazing. Your daughter taught a good student." Sister Han exaggeratedly smiled: "Now it's not just our third pharmaceutical factory, three Tianjin pharmaceutical factories, two pharmaceutical factories in Hedong province, and Guang Dong. Both the factories in Guangxi and Guangxi have come to the door. This is what Yang Rui has done."

She raised her thumbs up and said: "Foreigners all look at Yang Rui's wink. TCM Foreign Trade is great, right? These days, the Director of TCM Foreign Trade takes Yang Rui to inspect the factory every day. What he says is what he says. Just how to change it. He said that he bought whatever machine he bought. There was no one at all. Our third factory also got a place. Thanks to Yang Rui's help to speak, I want to thank you, how many gifts to give, and how many gifts people return...so said, Don't be polite, please give orders if you have anything."

Jing Cuncheng understood it somewhat. Because of his own technical reasons, Yang Rui actually controlled the life and death of many factories.

Jing Cuncheng, who has been the vice president of China National Textile Industry Corporation, knows very well how much power is in technological rectification or technological innovation for a state-owned factory. A state-owned enterprise factory is not like a private enterprise factory. You can’t buy a machine if you want to buy a machine, or change a production line if you want to change the production line. All of these must be applied for and approved by the higher-level department. The difficulty of applying is no less than one-time all Government public relations. Conversely, if the higher-level department intends to add machinery to the subordinate factory and improve the production line, the factory that seizes this opportunity can easily get new machines and even new production lines.

In addition, state-owned enterprises have to turn in profits every year. In the early years, all profits had to be turned in, and no penny was left. When a company wants to spend money, it needs to find a higher-level department to get down.

As a factory, adding machinery, improving technology, and replacing production lines is a must. Three to five years are acceptable, and ten or eight years can persist. After more than ten years, they will be backward and eliminated. State-owned enterprises in the 1980s were not good, many were delayed by the movement.

By the early 1980s, reinvestment was imminent. For factories that want new equipment and new production lines, whoever has the power to make technological innovations is the reproductive parent.

The only thing Jing Cuncheng could not understand was how Yang Rui obtained this power.

He hesitated and asked, "Yang Rui's technique is great?"

"Awesome, very powerful, let me put it this way, his level is equivalent to an eighth-level worker in a pharmaceutical factory." Sister Han once again raised her thumbs up. These days, they communicate with foreigners. All the fingers are used.

Jing Cuncheng does not know whether the pharmaceutical factory has eighth-level workers, but Jing Cuncheng knows and admires the eighth-level workers under China Textile.

When the China National Textile and Apparel Corporation clamored to go fast and complete political tasks, many jobs were done by high-level workers with their own technology. It can be said that certain projects can be carried out because of certain tasks. The reason why the factory can reach a certain level is all dependent on one or two senior technicians. In the words of their meeting, the general manager of China Textile can be changed, and the senior workers cannot be few.

However, the eighth-level workers were all piled up in time, and Jing Cuncheng was a little disbelieved, but did not say anything.

Sister Han watched her words and thoughts, smiled, and asked directly: "Don't believe it? You'll know in a while."

Jing Cuncheng is strange, what do you think about technology? Could it be that a hotel or a factory can't do it.

A few people walked in front, and the person brought by Sister Han pushed the luggage cart to walk behind. When the Hedong province just made some money in 1981, the provincial party committee ordered a lot of money to decorate the Pingjiang Hotel. Now, from the reception hall to the back building, several main passages are paved with tiles, and the walls and corridors are also carved with beams and painted with exquisite murals. , Full of high-end sense.

The back building that Jing Cuncheng and others entered is decorated according to Japanese hotel standards. Some materials are also purchased from Japan and Europe. The level is more than two steps higher than the previous building. Only this building comes. Look, Pingjiang Hotel should be the top hotel in China.

Jing Cuncheng and his wife were more surprised as they walked. When they waited on the third floor, they found that there was only one door, and they were even more surprised when it said the state guest suite.

Sister Han knocked on the door with a smile, and saw a four-meter-wide double door opening, one of at least 80 square meters, facing the south, full of sunshine to meet guests