Yang Jun fired the first shot at the institute's work with thunderous means and tough determination.
At the same time, he also established his own rules in the institute.
He didn't know anything about research projects and experiments, but he would never allow anyone to interfere in the management aspect, and he didn't want to hear any different voices.
In the afternoon of that day, more than 400 people in the entire institute carried out vigorous cleaning activities.
The young college students took the initiative to take up the task of cleaning the hospital, while the senior experts immersed themselves in writing research reports.
Today, the Finance Department received the first investment from the steel rolling mill, totaling 50,000 yuan.
Now that the institute has start-up funds, various research laboratories are repurposing topics that have been abandoned for a long time. No one wants to miss this batch of research funds.
Although Yang Jun said that there are still several research funds in the future, everyone wants to start the research project as soon as possible. After all, people have been idle for too long.
Having scientific research funds means that their lives are guaranteed.
During the shutdown period, their wages and benefits have dropped a lot, which is just enough to sustain their lives. Now that the project is restarted, their benefits and wages will be restored to their previous levels.
Yang Jun also knew that the 50,000 yuan fund was not much, but after all, it gave people at the institute hope.
The significance of this money is not only as simple as restarting research, but also laying a solid foundation for his future work at the institute.
The meeting lasted for more than two hours.
This is the longest meeting Yang Jun has ever had.
If he hadn't been holding back his urine, he would have had to announce the adjournment of the meeting.
After the meeting, I went back to the office and followed Huang Yani to the cafeteria for dinner.
There are less than 900 people in the institute, half of whom are distributed in research institutes in various places. There are less than 500 people in our institute.
Therefore, the entire institute has only one canteen.
The canteen is behind the two experimental buildings, only a five-minute walk away.
As soon as Yang Jun entered the dining hall, he heard a "wow" sound.
Looking around, he saw hundreds of diners in the cafeteria standing up to welcome him.
"Hello, Dean!"
Everyone shouted in unison.
Yang Jun was stunned for a moment, and a flash of excitement suddenly flashed in his heart.
From their voices, Yang Jun heard a hint of gratitude.
Regardless of whether Yang Jun is overbearing or he is too young and not qualified to be the dean, let’s not talk about these for now, but he has indeed brought hope to the institute. At least they are no longer doing nothing all day like before.
Today they have started preparing to restart the research. In a few days, the project will be approved. Then they will have something to do, and they will not have to idle around sweeping the yard all day long.
"Hello, comrades."
"You're welcome, everyone, sit down and eat."
Yang Jun smiled and waved to greet them.
Then he walked towards the place where he was cooking.
There is no window in the cooking area, and there is no iron fence to separate it. There are just a few large pots of vegetables on the table, and everyone can see what they want to eat at a glance.
The institute is a place where intellectuals gather. Everyone eats in a polite manner, and there is no such thing as an idiot in a steel rolling mill hitting someone with a spoon from the window.
Today's lunch is black steamed buns.
This black steamed bun is a mixture of sorghum noodles and stick noodles...
Yang Jun had eaten this kind of food, and it made his throat ache. It was also difficult to swallow, and his neck stretched upwards when he ate it.
The dishes are even simpler, just stewed cabbage vermicelli and boiled shredded potatoes.
The vermicelli was dark, probably potato starch, and looked a bit disgusting. As for the potato shreds, they were all white and not even a starch seed could be seen on them.
Yang Jun suddenly lost his appetite, turned around and shook his head slightly towards Huang Yani.
Then he said to the man in a white coat who was serving food inside,
"Do you usually eat this?"
The cook was a woman in her forties. When she saw Yang Jun, she asked him
He made some gestures with his hands, and then stared blankly at Yang Jun without saying anything.
At this time, Zhou Hai, who was eating nearby, came over.
He whispered to Yang Jun,
"Dean, Sister Wang is a deaf-mute, he can't hear what you say."
Yang Jun was stunned for a moment, then turned around and nodded slightly to apologize to the woman.
"I'm sorry, I don't know..."
The woman seemed to be used to it and waved her hands repeatedly to indicate that he didn't need to take it to heart.
Yang Jun glanced at Zhou Hai, the person who asked Huang Yani to remind him to be careful, thought for a moment, and asked,
"Vice President Zhou, do people in our hospital usually eat these?"
Zhou Hai smiled bitterly when he heard this.
"Dean, it would be great if you could eat these meals every day, but even this kind of food cannot be eaten every day."
"I usually only have one dish, but I heard that the dean came to take office today and specifically asked the kitchen to make an extra dish."
When Yang Jun heard this, he felt sad.
I didn't expect that life in the institute would be so difficult, and it couldn't even compare to half of the food in the steel rolling mill.
You can see meat at least once in a while in the steel rolling mill, and the worst kind of steamed buns are stick noodles. You will never see black steamed buns like this.
It's no wonder that their food is poor and the research institute has stopped working. Some food is good.
"You are the precious talents in the hospital. Many experimental studies are waiting for you. It will be impossible if you cannot keep up with nutrition." Yang Jun said.
"There is nothing we can do about it. If we have no scientific research projects and no scientific research funds, we can maintain the status quo. It's already pretty good." Zhou Haidao.
Yang Jun saw his brows furrowed deeply and could tell that he was worried about the livelihood of the whole hospital.
If his performance is consistent, then he can be regarded as a practical person.
Yang Jun needs help now, but he is not bold enough to trust someone alone yet.
He decided not to rush yet and wait and observe for a while before talking.
"Call the people in charge of the canteen. I have something to tell them."
"Okay, Dean."
Zhou Hai responded. Instead of calling anyone, he went to call the canteen manager himself.
Not long after arriving, I saw Zhou Hai arriving with two people, one fat and one thin.
Zhou Hai pointed at the fat man and said, "Dean, this is the canteen director Liang Jian."
Then he pointed at the man who was as thin as a bamboo pole: "This is the canteen chef Zhang Zhiyang."
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The two shouted respectfully.
Yang Jun blinked, looking at the two of them with confusion, and then cast a questioning look at Zhou Hai...
Are you mistaken? Shouldn't the fat one be the chef and the skinny one be the canteen director?
Zhou Hai seemed to understand Yang Jun's eyes and quickly explained,
"Dean, Director Liang is a very capable comrade. If he hadn't been so manipulative, our hospital's food supply might have been cut off long ago."
Yang Jun didn't say anything after hearing this.
He firmly believes in the principle: "If a cook does not steal, the grain will not be abundant."
The cook has become so thin, you can only imagine how miserable the people below are.
On the other hand, Liang Jian, the director of the cafeteria, is fat and fat. If he could grow like this by eating cornbread, Yang Jun would live broadcast his shit eating in front of everyone in the hospital.
However, he is not planning to cause trouble at the moment. He needs to sit tight first. There will be plenty of opportunities to deal with him in the future.
Yang Jun glanced at Liang Jian, and then set his sights on the head chef Zhang Zhiyang.
"You are not qualified as a cook..."
"Yes, Dean, I made a mistake, please punish me."
Zhang Zhiyang was well-behaved and quickly admitted his mistake before Yang Jun finished speaking.
"What I mean is that there is no other cook who is as skinny as you. Don't you feel embarrassed?" Yang Jun rolled his eyes.
"ah?"
Zhang Zhiyang was stunned for a moment, then raised his hand and pretended to wipe away tears and said with a bitter face: "Dean, I feel sorry for the craftsmanship passed down by my ancestors. I feel ashamed of my ancestors."
When Yang Jun saw this, his head was filled with black lines.
He discovered that he had encountered a living treasure.
This thin cook is not as honest as he appears, but a very smooth person.
Give him a step and he can slide down by himself.
Zhang Zhiyang's poor acting skills made Yang Jun laugh, and even Zhou Hai beside him was laughing from ear to ear.
"Okay, Zhang Zhiyang, this is not a cross talk on the bridge. If the dean asks you, please answer honestly." Zhou Haidao.
Zhang Zhiyang wiped the non-existent eyes with his sleeve, put away his careless look, and said with a solemn face,
"Dean, if you have any questions, I will answer them truthfully."
Yang Jun waved his hand and said: "I don't have anything to ask. I just want to tell you that the food will be raised to a higher level tomorrow. You are not required to have meat, but at least you want to see You Xingzi. Can you do it?"
Hearing this, Zhang Zhiyang glanced at Liang Jian beside him, then shook his head and said,
"Dean, I can't do it."
"It's hard for a clever woman to make a meal without rice. Even if I want to cut my own flesh and add some meat, look at it, it's not enough meat."
After Zhang Zhiyang finished speaking, he rolled up his sleeves and showed his skinny and thin arms to everyone.
Sure enough, there was not much meat.
Yang Jun and Zhou Hai smiled bitterly, and then they subconsciously turned their attention to the tall and thick Liang Jian.
When Liang Jian saw this, he was so frightened that he trembled all over.
He said in horror: "It's not good, human flesh is very weak, I..."
Yang Jun waved his hand, he was not in the mood to joke.
There are many problems in the hospital, and there are many problems waiting for him to solve.
He didn't want to waste his energy on this.
"You are the director of the canteen, so I would like to ask you if I can bring the food up if I allocate money to you."
Liang Jian's fat face makes his eyes particularly small.
I saw his little eyes rolling and said,
"It depends on how much money you allocate. If you have enough money, you can eat meat every meal."
Yang Jun felt very uncomfortable after hearing this.
He hates this kind of bargaining subordinates who find a way out before the money is approved.
Yang Jun took advantage of his face and waved his hand, motioning for him to stand aside.
Then he said to Zhang Zhiyang: "I will introduce someone to you. You go to him to ask for food. If you still can't see meat dishes in the canteen in the future, don't blame me for throwing you into a pot to stew."
Zhang Zhiyang was frightened when he heard this.
"Dean, don't worry. If I can't do it, I'll jump into the pot and stew myself without your instructions."
When Yang Jun heard this, he nodded and turned back to Huang Yani.
