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Chapter 1839 Thought Strategy

Zhang Yanming explained to Wang Honggang: "In the future, the foundation will mainly use it to assist poor children in school and teacher welfare subsidies, and will focus on social welfare."

"That youth training camp and the elderly care center?" Wang Honggang understood.

"Well, handing them over to the fund to operate will also involve some medical issues."

"Where is Jin Fengye? I never really understand why you are building two funds."

"One of the Jinfengye is to do a good job in the major awards, and the other is to be tilted towards scientific research. The two aspects are completely different in nature."

"Inject investment in scientific research? Start a research institute?"

"That's right, there will be choices to fund some scientific research institutions, and may set up their own research institutes, or award some bonuses to scientific researchers to show encouragement."

Wang Honggang nodded, raised his hand and patted his arm: "I admire you very much."

"People always do something, but it's not like coming to this world for nothing." Zhang Yanming said as he looked at the flying lights outside the window. Wang Honggang thought Zhang Yanming was lyrical, and smiled to express his understanding. He didn't know that what Zhang Yanming said was actually the truth.

Having experienced too many social tests and beatings, having experienced too many different lives, and having too much resentment and unwillingness in my heart. Now that I have the ability, Zhang Yanming wants to give it a try and see if he can change something.

Even if it's only a little bit.

"I've been thinking about what I just said recently. I feel that some areas below have changed a little, that's what you said, uh, pursuing profit maximization.

I feel something is wrong, but I can't tell why it's wrong. I just wonder if I'm going to make some corresponding arrangements for this."

Wang Honggang explained the reason why he got on Zhang Yanming's car. Although Zhang Yanming never interfered with the following daily management, reporting and discussion were indispensable, and he still had to make decisions on many issues.

Zhang Yanming thought for a while and said, "Have you heard of the bullet hole theory?"

"Hmm? No, what is that?"

"What about the sock throwing theory?"

“No, either.”

"The bullet hole theory...is not a theory, it is a historical fact that happened. During World War II, Amirika's fighter factory was working hard to study how to build more resistant fighters.

The training of pilots is too difficult and the losses are too great.

So they started to set up a special team to study fighter jets that came off the battlefield, hoping to find the direction. Do you know about fighter jets at that time?"

"Learn, propeller fighter, I've seen relevant information."

"Yes, the speed is not good, the height is not good, and it is easy to be shot down. They dismantled the injured fighter and analyzed the injured fighter according to the injured situation of the fighter.

Then the injured location was reinforced and the materials were used, but in fact, the combat loss rate was not reduced, which was a very collapsed thing at that time."

"What happened later?"

"This is the bullet hole theory. A long time later, people found the answer. The bullet holes on the body of the injured fighter do not need to be reinforced, but instead there is no bullet hole."

"Why?" Wang Honggang didn't understand it at once.

"Because it was injured but could still fly back, the pilot was not seriously injured, and those injured in other locations did not come back, and the pilot also sacrificed."

"Okay, I understand. When the plan comes out, you can take a look."

"Don't be too extreme in anything, don't be extreme, and don't be one-size-fits-all. The focus of management is management, not management. The core of cadres is actually service."

"I understand, it's vain... Thank you."

"You're welcome, haha, I'm so serious that I can't adapt very much, and the chicken skin is getting up."

Wang Honggang got into his car with a smile, waved his hand and left. Then Zhang Yanming turned around and entered the yard.
Chapter completed!
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