At noon, Fan Wubing mentioned this issue to his father Fan Heng at the dinner table.

Fan Heng frowned immediately, put the chopsticks on the table, and said to Fan Wubing, "Don't talk nonsense, where did you hear this news?"

"People outside are talking about this, and people are in panic." Fan Wubing naturally couldn't say that it was the teachers who were talking about this at school, so he replied lightly.

In fact, the teachers of the children's schools are all controlled by the factory, and there is no relationship with the local area, but the relationship is not very big. In the final analysis, the salary of the classroom employees of the children's schools is paid by the factory. The factory has the right to decide the school, and the Bureau of Culture and Education has no right to speak in this regard.

Therefore, the teachers in the school basically have some relationship with the big and small leaders in the factory, and their information is naturally much more informative than ordinary people.

When Fan Heng heard Fan Wubing mention the military transfer to civilians, he thought of him just going to school today. How could he not know where this sentence came from? However, his mouth was on other people's heads and could not be blocked. Moreover, several leaders in the factory wanted to hear the opinions of the military transfer to civilians among the masses, which can be used as a reference.

Zhang Mei asked, "There is no wind and waves. It seems that the military transfer to the civilians is inevitable. What are your plans?"

Fan Heng sighed and said, "It's so much pressure!"

The matter of military-to-civilian transformation is really too much involved. With the current production capacity of the plain factory, if the military compresses orders and the demand for products is reduced to one-third or less in previous years, it means that two-thirds of the machines in the entire factory are idle and the corresponding personnel have no source of income. This is a big deal. Thousands of employees and their families have a total of tens of thousands of people to eat, so the factory needs to solve it themselves.

The above sentence is just one thing, find a way to support yourself, go to the market, and survive the fittest.

But can the plain factory workers who have been used to the planned economy for decades, as well as the employees of many other military-industrial enterprises with the same or similar experience, turn this corner in a short while?

At least in the current domestic environment, Fan Heng cannot see a relatively clear prospect.

As the deputy factory director in charge of production, Fan Heng has even more courage on his shoulders. If the factory wants to change the private goods, which path should he take? What kind of breakthrough direction should he choose? This is a big question! Although the secretary and the factory manager have more decision-making power in this matter, as Fan Heng, he must first find a project for everyone to get started and develop quickly based on the existing production capacity and technical advantages of the plain factory. Otherwise, relying on a group of political cadres to decide the future of the factory, it would be a question of the blind.

Zhang Mei patted her husband on the shoulder and said nothing, but her comfort was undoubtedly revealed. After being the deputy director of the Culture and Education Bureau for several years, she could naturally deeply understand Fan Heng's difficulties and helplessness.

Fan Wubing followed suit and patted Fan Heng on the shoulder, making a serious gesture, and said to Fan Heng, "Old comrade, don't worry. God will not starve to death. The scenery should be looked at. Although the road is tortuous, the future is bright. In general, our country must develop forward, and not be scared by the little difficulties in front of us. If we break through this hurdle, we will be welcomed by a great tomorrow!"

Zhang Mei glared and patted Fan Wubing's hand off, "No big or small, how could anyone talk to your dad like this?"

Fan Heng looked at Fan Wubing speechlessly, pointed at him and said to Zhang Mei, "This is how our minister talks to us-"

At that time, military-industrial enterprises were all in charge of the regulations, such as the Ministry of Industry, and they all had their own division of labor, so the leaders of the factory often had to go to the department for meetings. At this time, Fan Heng heard his son give him a message, but it was like an old minister holding a meeting to comfort him. He really didn't know what to say.

"Next year is a very critical year for our family!" Zhang Mei said to everyone, "Fan Ting wants to take the college entrance examination, Fan Kang wants to take the high school entrance examination, and he is not sick, but he also has to take the small exam. This is the year of our family's examination."

Fan Ting and Fan Kang were busy having their meals. Time was really money for them now. All kinds of review materials drowned them, and there was no leisure to talk and laugh with the adults.

Fan Heng thought to myself, next year is another exam for me? It’s just that my exam is much more important than Fan Ting and Fan Kang’s exam. If they don’t do well, they will only affect one person and a family. If I don’t do well, it will affect the food problems of thousands or tens of thousands of people.

Fan Heng suddenly realized that he had never felt as tired as he was today.

The higher the position, the greater the responsibility. In the past, Fan Heng only needed to do his work in his team. After he became the workshop director, he needed to coordinate the work of the entire assembly workshop. Now that he has become the deputy factory director in charge of production, what he has to consider is not limited to a certain workshop. There is no production task of dozens of workshop departments in the factory, all of which are not in his mind.

Now, we have to convert military to civilians. Although in terms of time, we have not yet reached the end of the end, there is an old saying that it is good to start first. If the market is gone, it will be gone, but it doesn’t wait for anyone! How to transfer most of the production capacity of the plain factory to the production of civilian products, and how to ensure that the plain factory can survive and develop in the fierce market competition, this question has always lingered in his mind.

The weather has gradually become colder, and this year's winter seems to be earlier than in previous years. It was the end of November, and water dripping outside turned into ice. The dripping water under the eaves gathered into icicles and hung down sharply, like a pair of awls that could fall down at any time. The glass of the windows was also covered with window grilles condensed by water vapor, blocking the outward vision. Looking at the dense clouds in the sky, Fan Heng knew that a heavy snow was coming.
Chapter completed!