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

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

More than ten years ago, he also took this road, from Beijing to Lanzhou, from Lanzhou to Xi*ning, and then took a three-day broken car from Xining to Deling Farm.

During this period, he stopped in Pingjiang for a short time, and the platform he saw was the same now. It was just that the people on the platform were different, and the people on the train were different.

He stood in the sleeper carriage, 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 was afraid that he would know too much...

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

Cars are usually not allowed to enter the train platform. In other words, those who can enter are not ordinary cars. The single-digit license plate of the Pingjiang Municipal Party Committee is naturally not ordinary cars, and the ones it receives should not be ordinary people.

This train from Lanzhou to Pingjiang has a soft sleeper carriage. Since Jing Cuncheng has not yet regained his post, he can only use the letter of introduction issued by Deling Farm to buy tickets for the hard sleeper carriage. He guessed that this small car from the Pingjiang Municipal Party Committee should be here to pick up a passenger in the soft sleeper carriage.

Jing Cuncheng's eyes swept past and continued to search for familiar figures on the platform.

"Old Jing, I got out of the car. Can't carry my luggage?" The passerby who was sleeping in Jing Cuncheng's upper bunk took the initiative to help him take his luggage down, put it at Jing Cuncheng's feet, and smiled and said, "It's so heavy."

"Sorry, it's all books." Jing Cuncheng hurriedly thanked. Many of the books he brought to Deling Farm that year were dissipated, and some were even used to burn fire. Now the ones brought back were specially bought by the farm department of Deling Farm.

For a labor reform farm, although there are many cadres who have been rehabilitated, it is very rare for cadres at the vice-ministerial level to rehabilitate them.

After repeated refusals, Jing Cuncheng took it away. He has made many friends in Deling Farm for ten years, and they don’t know how long they will stay in Deling Farm.

"You must pick up Lao Zhang 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 was also in the worst health. Jing Cuncheng was very worried about whether Lao Zhang could spend this winter safely.

In a trance, half of the car walked down.

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

The car door was opened, and a beautiful woman was holding a pergola with her hands, looking forward to the train.

On the other side of the car door, there was also a square-headed and square-headed boy looking at his feet hesitantly. Next to her was a gray-haired woman.

His wife!

Jing Cuncheng's body shook violently, and he didn't care about the others. He picked up his salute and rushed down the car.

The crowded people complained, and Jing Cuncheng apologized while saying, "My wife and children are below."

The cursing man gradually stopped and gave up his position.

Jing Cuncheng apologized and got off the car, rushing straight towards the black sedan.

opposite.

Jing Yulan's eyes suddenly filled with tears.

To her, her father seemed to have changed from a middle-aged man to an elderly man.

Jing Cuncheng was also mixed with flavors. Deling's farm was too far away, so he never let his wife bring her daughter and son over. In fact, even his wife applied several times, only once a few years ago. It was at that time that he had seen photos of his daughter and son.

Yang Rui sat quietly in the passenger seat to avoid disturbing Jing Cuncheng's reunion with his wife and children.

More than ten minutes later, Jing Cuncheng glanced at him and asked with a smile: "Who borrowed the car for you?"

"It was Yang Rui borrowed it from the Pingjiang Municipal Party Committee." Jing Yulan calmed down and waved her hand, shouting Yang Rui from the passenger seat.

Yang Rui got out of the car neatly, greeted him humbly, shook hands with Jing Cuncheng gently, and said, "Hello Uncle Jing, thank you for your hard work on the road."

"Hello, hello..." Jing Cuncheng was filled with emotion. For a moment, he didn't know what to say. He just gently patted Yang Rui's back with his left hand, and everything was silent.

"Go to the hotel first, what do you mean, and I will say later." Yang Rui smiled gently. Judging from the current relationship between the two, he is Jing Cuncheng's great benefactor, but this time belongs to Jing Cuncheng's family, so he does not need to urgently show his existence.

Jing Cuncheng nodded, looked at the Shanghai brand sedan with only five seats, and said, "You sit in front, we squeeze in behind."

"No, I'll arrange the hotel. You go there first, I'll take a walk." Yang Rui smiled and sent Jing Cuncheng and others into the car, and introduced: "Master Wang is the driver of Secretary Yin of our Pingjiang Municipal Party Committee, and the car was also lent to us by Secretary Yin. When we arrived at the hotel, there was also a sister Han waiting. She is from Tianjin Pharmaceutical Factory No. 3. If you have any problems, please ask Sister Han to help me. On the way, please take care of Master Wang. The car will drive slowly and be safe first."

In the latter sentence, he was greeting Master Wang. The arrogant nature of drivers is comparable to that of pilots after the aviation industry has exploded, and they will offend others if they are not careful.

Of course, Master Wang, who was instructed by Secretary Yin, was relatively political and said friendly: "Don't worry, we are the most familiar with this journey. Ensure that we can deliver it to the place safely and comfortably."

Yang Rui nodded to Jing Cuncheng again, watching the black sedan with all the digital license plates slowly drive away.

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

Inside the car.

Jing's mother sat in the passenger seat and asked Jing Cuncheng to sit in the middle of the back seat, with her son and daughter on both sides.

Jing Cuncheng endured it and endured it, so he did not cry, but his emotions were so turbulent.

It was not until the car passed the most prosperous intersection in Pingjiang City 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.

Any hotel with a local name is a top-notch standard in China. Jing Cuncheng looked at the rearview mirror and asked: "It's Xiao Yang who paid for it again? Why go to a hotel? You can't live at home?"

"Xiaolan and I live in the dormitory of Pingjiang Normal University. Jingming lives in the school, which is inconvenient. Besides, you lived in the past, and the neighbors had to ask questions, but I don't know what to say. Yang Rui was careful and arranged for you to stay in Pingjiang Hotel. You will only stay for two days. When you come back from Beijing, you will help us move and meet your neighbors again." Jing's mother is a woman who has been the wife of the deputy minister. Life has been one thing for many years, but she has never been stingy.

Jing Cuncheng said "hmm" and stopped talking. He has not received a formal appointment yet, and he needs to be cautious in everything he does. Returning to the dormitory area where there are many people is indeed not a good idea.

The driver drove quietly and soon took the Jing family to the entrance of Pingjiang Hotel.

Pingjiang Hotel covers a wide area, and the Su-style main building is also built solemnly and grandly. Several thick columns extend the useless door forward by more than ten meters. At this time, in front of the rare glass revolving door in China, there was a long and wide red carpet. Two waiters wearing bright red coats looked at the car with a smile on their faces, with a kind attitude.

Jing Ming, the younger brother who grew up in poverty, looked up at the Pingjiang Hotel Building in front of him, and his steps were a little timid.

Jing Cuncheng also reacted at this time and whispered: "It's too wasteful. I don't want to go back and live. Isn't it enough to find a guesthouse?"

Jing's mother smiled and said, "I told you that it was arranged by Yang Rui. He said that someone paid the bill, so you don't have to worry about it."

After a moment, Sister Han wore a bright red cotton jacket and came out of the hall, greeted them with a smile, and said with a smile: "This is Brother Jing, I am Han Yan from Tianjin Pharmaceutical Factory No. 3. Come on, I will help you get your luggage. Xiao Zhu, move quickly, help you carry things."

She also has a follower.

When Jing Cuncheng saw this posture, he asked, "You are also a leader."

"What leader is not a leader?" Sister Han shook her hand and smiled: "Our Pharmaceutical Factory No. 3 is just a small factory. I am the factory manager, but I have to make a living with Yang Rui in the future. I will be your daughter's student. Oh, by the way, you are three generations higher than me."

The Jing family laughed when she made her joke.

Jing Cuncheng was even more surprised. He was in a labor reform farm and the only time he met his brother-in-law was relatively early. He received limited information. The subsequent letters and exchanges had to be reviewed, but he had not even mentioned the word Yang Rui.

He only thought Yang Rui had a good background, but he didn't expect to hear alternative content here.

While walking forward, Jing Cuncheng asked, "Does Director Han and Yang Rui be familiar with him? He is still a student, why did he deal with your Tianjin Pharmaceutical Factory?"

"Yang Rui is amazing. Your daughter taught a good student." Sister Han smiled exaggeratedly: "Now, it is not only our Pharmaceutical Factory No. 3, Tianjin Pharmaceutical Factory, two Pharmaceutical Factory in Hedong Province, as well as Guangdong and Guangxi factories, all of them have come to the door. This is the technology that Yang Rui does."

She raised her thumbs up and said, "Foreigners all see Yang Rui's eyes. The foreign trade of the National Medical University is great. These days, Director Hai of the National Medical University Foreign Trade takes Yang Rui to inspect the factory every day. He says he will change whatever he says. He says he can buy any machine. He doesn't say a word. Our third factory also took a place. Thanks to Yang Rui's help, I want to thank you for giving gifts, how many gifts they give back... So, don't be polite, just give orders if you have any questions."

Jing Cuncheng understood a little bit. Because of his own technical reasons, Yang Rui actually held the power of life and death in many factories.

Jing Cuncheng, who has been the vice president of China Textiles, is very clear that for a state-owned enterprise factory, there is no power for technological rectification or technological innovation. A state-owned enterprise factory is not like a private enterprise factory. You cannot buy machines when you want to buy machines, or change production lines when you want to change production lines. All of these must be applied for, and the application must be approved by the superior department. The difficulty of application is very high, no less than a comprehensive government public relations. On the contrary, if the superior department intends to add machines to subordinate factories and improve production lines, the factory that seizes this opportunity can easily obtain new machines and even new production lines.

In addition, state-owned enterprises have to pay profits every year. In the early years, all profits have to be paid, and no penny is left. When enterprises want to use money, they have to go to the superior department to get it down.

As a factory, adding machines, improving technology, and replacing production lines is a necessary job. It is acceptable for three to five years, and if you can persist in it for ten or eight years, you will be behind and eliminated in more than ten years. In the 1980s, state-owned enterprises were not able to do so, and many of them were delayed by the movement.

By the early 1980s, it was urgent to invest again. For factories that want new equipment and new production lines, whoever has the power to transform technology will be the rebirth of parents.

The only thing Jing Cuncheng couldn't understand was how Yang Rui obtained this power.

He hesitated for a moment and asked, "Yang Rui's skills are excellent?"

"Awesome, very awesome. Let me say that, his level is equivalent to a level eight-level worker in a pharmaceutical factory." Sister Han raised her thumbs up again. These days, they used fingers to communicate with foreigners.

Jing Cuncheng is not sure whether there are any eight-level workers in the pharmaceutical factory, but Jing Cuncheng knows the eight-level workers under Zhongyi, and everyone admires them.

At that time, China Textile Corporation was calling for a big move. When completing political tasks, many of the work was completed by high-level workers with their own technology. It can be said that the reason why some projects can be carried out and some factories can reach a certain level is entirely based on one or two senior technicians. In the words of their meetings, China Textile's general manager can be replaced, and senior technicians cannot be missed.

However, the eighth-level workers all use time to pile up their work, and Jing Cuncheng didn't believe it, but he didn't say it out.

Sister Han observed his expression and smiled, and asked directly: "Don't believe it? You'll know in a while."

Jing Cuncheng is strange. How do you think about the technology? Is it difficult for hotels and factories to do so?

A few people walked in front, and the person brought by Sister Han pushed the luggage cart behind. When Hedong Province had just made some money in 1981, the provincial party committee ordered a lot of money to renovate the Pingjiang Hotel. Now, from the reception hall to the back building, several main passages are covered with ceramic tiles, and the walls and corridors are also carved beams and painted buildings, decorated with exquisite murals, which are full of high-end style.

The back building that Jing Cuncheng and others entered was even decorated according to Japanese hotel standards. Some materials were purchased from Japan and Europe, and the level was more than two steps higher than the front building. Just from this building, Pingjiang Hotel should be the top hotel in China.

Jing Cuncheng and his wife became more and more surprised as they walked. When they arrived at the third floor, they found that there was only one door, which read the State Guest Suite, and they were even more surprised.

Sister Han smiled and knocked on the door, and saw a two-door four-meter wide open, a living room with at least 80 square meters facing south and full of sunshine, which was displayed in front of everyone.

The smooth hardwood floor is shiny, something that China in this era cannot see. The complete set of Chinese furniture is simple and heavy, full of historical sense under the embellishment of porcelain and calligraphy and paintings. The entire set of leather sofas are harmoniously placed in the center of the living room, wide and comfortable.

TVs, refrigerators, air conditioners, and luxurious appliances that are rare in other places are arranged in a staggered and arranged in the four corners of the room, and they are rarely used as tools.

Two tall waiters stood on both sides of the vermilion gate, bowed slightly, and said, "Welcome."

Seventeen-year-old Jing Ming was at a loss and blushed.
Chapter completed!