“One, two, three, four…”

“One, two, three, four…”

The roaring sound resounded through the mountains of dense clouds.

More than 10,000 workers, regardless of age, were all practicing kicking and walking in a straight line. Although the temperature in winter was low, the sun was as fierce as the sun was, making people dizzy, but they did not dare to slack off.

After finally getting off, Fang Zhengye immediately rushed to the shade of the tree, took out a green military kettle, fed a few sips of water, and then gasped, saying, "These military masters are too cruel. They really treat us as soldiers."

"The teenager broken doll is the most ruthless. They do whatever they say. Otherwise, why do you have to be young to join the army? You have to rush forward with a machine gun." Zhang Bin, an old worker in a workshop in Fangzhengye, is almost fifty years old this year and is also the oldest in the team.

Compared to Fang Zhengye's body and shortness of energy, Zhang Bin's condition was better. He drank water in a small sip and said, "When we built the factory, we worked harder than this one. I just didn't know what it would be like when we built a new factory."

"Do you really want to build a new factory?" Fang Zhengye forgot about his soreness and sleepiness.

The first few days of military training were certainly exhausting, but after the fatigue at the beginning, the subsequent training could be overcome.

Moreover, compared to how to spend military training, the workers present are more concerned about their subsequent work and their respective factories.

Zhang Bin looked around and said in the tone of the person who had experienced it: "Eight out of ten are going to build a new factory. This is how we were back then. We first broke up the people from all over the country and then reorganized them. However, we were working, not military training back then."

"More than 10,000 people, it's better to send us to work and waste time on military training..." Fang Zhengye has no favoritism for military training. His children are 13 years old and will be able to join the army in a few years, but they are trained by soldiers in the mountains like grandsons. When they encounter bad tempers, they will be scolded lightly.

Of course, there were also workers with bad tempers who fought with the instructor. Although the instructor was punished, the workers who fought were even worse. They were taken to the special training team for a week and their faces were sunk off.

The army is a violent organ, not a place that really makes sense. Workers quickly understand this principle. In recent days, even the lazy workers are taught to be diligent.

As a melting pot, an army with violent attributes is really a blazing fire.

Zhang Bin is a soft-hearted person, and she smiled disapproving Fang Zhengye's resistance, saying: "When I was in the factory, these people didn't do much work, but who thought it was a waste? Anyway, it was a waste of time. It would be better to train military times so as not to have trouble in the new factory."

"As you say that, military training is useful?"

"If you think it's useful, it's useful." Zhang Bin paused for a moment and said, "No matter what, it's better to leave a group of people in the factory and discuss it with you."

"That's right, what else is there to discuss now? It's not that what people say is what..."

As soon as Fang Zhengye finished speaking, the instructor's whistle rang.

"gather!"

"gather!"

The instructor shouted with his head held high, and the workers also stood up and ran over.

It is said that the working class is the most disciplined, and it is true when the workload in factories is high. However, when the factory starts, the probability continues to decline with production capacity. Because it is meaningless to maintain high-efficiency discipline. Even when the machines are not turned on in the factory, what can everyone do except gather together to smoke and fart?

The army is a good place to eliminate loneliness.

Especially during the unkind military training, the big head soldiers did not know the workers in front of them, and there was no need to worry that they would become their colleagues or subordinates in the future. As a result of the request of their superiors, they would be more ruthless than the other.

In less than two weeks, more than 30 workers have entered the hospital for various reasons.

However, the workers left behind were not treated as reduced.

Fang Zhengye's legs were put together and stood in a row with the people around him, with his movements very standard.

"After a moment," the instructor shouted, and he also stood in the first row of the queue.

"Hello, comrades, comrades in the workplace." At some point, a few people suddenly appeared on the rostrum, and some people were talking with microphones.

Fang Zhengye was a little stunned, but he still looked over.

"It's Yang Rui." Fang Zhengye's eyes were very good. He recognized the young man holding a microphone on the rostrum at a glance. He was the Nobel Prize winner Yang Rui who was overwhelmed by the overwhelming publicity a few days ago.

Zhang Bin couldn't see the person clearly, and asked with a "huh": "You're reading it wrong?"

"It's good to watch. As long as my daughter sees him on TV, we won't be allowed to change the channel."

"Don't speak." The instructor looked forward and looked over viciously. Although he was just a teenage soldier, no one dared to offend him.

Fang Zhengye and Zhang Bin had to shut up.

Yang Rui on the stage also spoke: "I was commissioned by the Chemical Pharmaceutical Revitalization Office to conduct a restructuring research on North China Pharmaceutical, North China No. 1 Pharmaceutical Factory, Tianjin Biochemical Factory and other companies... Now it seems that it is difficult to feed more than 10,000 people present when they continue to make Chinese patent medicines or generic drugs with old drugs. I think everyone is unwilling to live a life of only dead wages like a large collective factory."

"I don't want to." Someone shouted out, and someone agreed.

Fang Zhengye couldn't help but speak.

Although everyone is a state-owned enterprise, the gap between state-owned enterprises and state-owned enterprises is also huge.

The most basic thing is to look at who the father of the state-owned enterprise is. The high-end state-owned enterprises are in high status as fathers. In the 1980s, state-owned enterprises directly under the ministries and commissions were also very high-end. However, this concept is being impacted. Most ministries such as the Ministry of Weapons have also been unable to withstand a large number of third-tier factories and have been unable to make ends meet. Several enterprises under the Ministry of Machinery are also declining day by day, which is very disappointing.

In contrast, local provincial governments and state-owned enterprises in provincial capitals are relatively stable. For example, North China Pharmaceutical, where Founder-owned is located, can not only get a salary, but also travel once a year to reimburse the whole family's medical expenses, which is also a benefit other than the salary.

Even if North China Pharmaceutical is not working anymore, its skeleton is much larger than that of collective enterprises.

Most collective factories, let alone get a dead salary, are hopeless to get the full salary.

The workers present used to look down on collective factories, but now they are even more reluctant to enter state-owned enterprises factories.

Before Yang Rui could wait for the crowd to stir up, he immediately said: "Since you don't want to, you have to make changes. I think the new factory should aim to develop and produce new drugs. Of course, the development of new drugs will be carried out by Peking University Ion Channel Laboratory, but the production work will be handed over to you..."

Yang Rui said a little about the combination of industry, academia and research. It doesn’t need to be too detailed. He just needs to let the workers know their future working environment.

At this time, someone shouted below: "Professor Yang, did you develop the new drug?"

"Don't talk." The instructor in the same group became anxious at the time.

"It doesn't matter, I can ask a few questions." Yang Rui held the microphone and said: "The new drug was developed by Peking University Ion Channel Laboratory. The current progress is gratifying. At the same time, we must build the factory with high standards as soon as possible."

"Can the new drug be sold?" The same person was still asking, but there were many who agreed, and they all looked at Yang Rui with attention.

Whether a drug is easy to sell is the most important thing for the factory. Even workers who do not understand the market can draw conclusions from the production requirements.

However, this time, without waiting for Yang Rui's answer, the workers from the next company shouted loudly: "How can the new medicine made by the Nobel Prize be difficult to sell?"

"What I mean is the Nobel Prize, the world's number one, how can the medicines made by others be cured?"

"Even if he takes a piece of mud, he can sell it."

Although there are opponents, this inexplicable sense of trust is the mainstream on the scene.

Yang Rui was also stunned for a moment before picking up the microphone, nodding slightly, and said, "The medicine we made will definitely be sold, don't worry."

"We don't worry about what you did."

"We are going to become the world's number one pharmaceutical factory."

"China's number one is almost the same."

The workers' discussions quickly made the scene chaotic. The military representatives walked over quickly and whispered: "Professor Yang, why don't you come here first today."

"I'll say another thing, please calm down." Yang Rui picked up the microphone, answering the military representative, and also calming down below.

Yang Rui slowed down and said: "The new factory is established and everything is in trouble. Everyone's performance during this period will largely determine your future work. At present, most of the cadres in each factory who are studying at the Party School need further learning. Therefore, we will promote some cadres among everyone, please work hard."

After saying that, Yang Rui put down the microphone and turned around and left.

After a brief surprise, the workers immediately started a heated discussion.

Fang Zhengye couldn't help but say to Zhang Bin: "We have the opportunity to be cadres, too."

"I am old and can't do it anymore. You young people's opportunities." Zhang Bin said with emotion: "When we opened a new factory, people were promoted every day. Think about it, it's much more comfortable than the lifelessness behind you. If you are determined, you have to seize the opportunity."

"It may be just a word." Fang Zhengye responded embarrassedly, but his legs were stretched straight and he had already begun to strictly demand himself according to the standards of a cadre.
Chapter completed!