Regarding how to manage an enterprise, Yang Mingzhi boasts that he has experience in this area.
He does have this kind of experience, especially with military factories, which can be said to be his old profession.
Perhaps Nikolaevsky's factory still lacked formality. He estimated that in the large-scale new factories built after the outbreak of the war, how many people from the leadership to the grassroots employees would have experience?
Especially this factory director, he has been the leader of a civilian factory for a long time.
Just from today's visit, Yang Mingzhi deeply realized that the factory must undergo some reforms from top to bottom. This is the reform aspect, and he has no authority at all, so he can make some suggestions here.
Yang Mingzhi did not intend to stay here for too long. After visiting the two important factories, it was time to talk to the factory director about some key issues.
Soon, under the leadership of Nikolaevsky, Yang Mingzhi and accompanying Liguschkov went to the factory director's office.
"Ah, a plain room, so plain."
Entering a room in a bungalow area, this room was so simple that there were only a few wooden tables inside, and the only decorations on the walls were framed sketches of Marx, Engels, and a Soviet flag.
"General, this is my office, what do you think?" Nikolayevsky asked.
"It's not bad. It's very simple. Compared with the luxury of Comrade Mayor's office, I still like it here."
"Yes! The mayor and the others pay too much attention to appearance. I think we should be more pragmatic. Especially now during the war, saving some materials for our rear is also another kind of support for the front line."
There was extravagance and waste in some units in the rear, which made Nikolayevsky very dissatisfied. He was a smart man, so even if he was dissatisfied, it was better to keep it in his heart. After all, the factory's production resources and funds all depended on the superiors.
Grant money!
"Are you thirsty? There is still hot water in the thermos bottle," he continued.
"Since you invited me, I'll have a drink." After saying that, Yang Mingzhi looked left and right, "Don't you have a secretary?"
"Secretary? Forget it. My limbs are intact and I'm not old enough to need others to take care of me."
"Okay." Yang Mingzhi shrugged. Considering the average age before the Soviet war, this old guy is not too young.
Yang Mingzhi drank half a glass of water and continued to scan the room.
Nikolaevsky, everyone said that this man was a witty old Bolshevik. Should the Bolsheviks be willing to be poor? Does this guy like to live a frugal life, or does he really have no money to buy good things?
It's time to talk about the key issues.
Until now, Yang Mingzhi didn't want to jump into the topic rashly. He sat on a pine chair and crossed his legs skillfully: "Comrade director, I have come to a conclusion now. Your factory can produce up to three to four hundred submachine guns in a day."
, it’s really reasonable and reasonable.”
"If we work harder, it's not impossible to produce 600 tubes a day. I'm willing to listen to your advice."
"The reason is also very simple. You have too few workers. To be precise, there are too few skilled workers, but I do not deny that the overall scale of your factory is not large."
Nikolaevsky completely agreed with this. He immediately clasped his fingers and muttered: "The assembly workshop, the production workshop of various parts, the dispatching workshop responsible for transportation, the factory inspection workshop of firearms, and even our small canteen and attached bathhouse,
There are more than 300 people cleaning the factory area, and the actual number of people involved in firearms production is 200. Of course I hope to add more people to expand production, but there are some people I don't want to accept."
Yang Mingzhi is very familiar with the model adopted by the Soviet-style factory. The leadership of the factory is like a big family. The factory and the dormitory area are often closely together, and the dormitory area has a variety of supporting facilities. To put it bluntly, it is simply a
The extremely miniature city also has the legacy of ancient Russian farms and is also a symbol of their self-proclaimed and proud Bolshevism.
But the biggest drawback of this kind of enterprise is that the organizational structure is too complex, and the difficulty of management is more difficult than that of Western enterprises and factories.
Since he was in the Soviet Union, Yang Mingzhi did not want to object to anything. He also felt that this model was full of human touch. Especially during the long winter in Siberia, when hundreds of people lived in the same community and worked and lived together, it was very conducive to survival.
There were too few workers in the factory. Yang Mingzhi was really baffled by the factory director's last words.
"You...have new workers coming, but you don't seem to want them?"
"Of course! It's like recruiting soldiers in the army. Do they want the old, weak, sick and disabled?" Nikolayevsky shook his head regretfully, "Those old guys are really crazy. They asked us to produce 10,000 submachine guns a month.
With the current manpower, we can certainly complete it, but it can only be completed in one month. By the second month, my workers will be exhausted to the point of collapse. I reported to them that the expected output could not be achieved because there were too few manpower, and they gave me a
Approval of new workers. Who do you think they are?"
"Who? Could it be a child?!" Yang Mingzhi asked half-jokingly.
"Haha, you guessed it right. It's the children! It's unbelievable. They reduced the class time of several elementary school children in the city and let the children come to work in the factory. It's ridiculous."
"Are you against it?"
"Of course, if the children neglect their studies, do we still have a future? So, I can only continue to wait until October, when some new workers have received training and will be assigned to my factory. I hope that by then, my factory will
Production will increase significantly."
"You reject child labor, maybe you are right." Yang Mingzhi didn't know what to say.
At this time, Liguschkov made a completely opposite statement: "When has it happened that we still have to worry about whether our children should go to work? Can't a submachine gun produced by a ten-year-old child kill the enemy? In extraordinary times, we have no choice, so I
Accepted a group of children."
"What?" Liguschkov said, and Yang Mingzhi couldn't help but be surprised. "You are building rocket launchers. Even in the swamp, I never let our children come into contact with rocket launchers! I at least admit that those children
After some training, he is good at reloading bullets and repairing firearms."
Most children are willing to listen to adults. As long as they are educated properly, they will be very loyal leaders, except that they are too weak. The extremely difficult conditions in the swamp made Yang Mingzhi have to agree with the necessity of resuming child labor.
Perhaps it is also necessary to organize children to produce weapons in Novosibirsk.
"Alas! I still oppose this. Children's time should be used for learning!" Nikolayevsky finally said.
There was a small silence in the office.
Yang Mingzhi was quiet for a while and said slowly: "Comrade Factory Director, once you increase the manpower, the output of submachine guns will also increase. But you must add a process of grinding and polishing all parts during production. We are a military after all.
Factories must pursue the highest production standards and zero quality problems."
"Your insights are very good, but in order to meet the production requirements of our superiors, we..."
"Try to maintain the quality as much as possible. Grinding and polishing are also necessary. I think your factory has reached the bottleneck of efficiency. Even so... you..."
Just now, Nikolayevsky solemnly complained about his lack of manpower. It was indeed his heartfelt words, and the implication was also a protest against Yang Mingzhi.
But the factory director is a smart man.
"Is it a problem with the stamping lathe? Don't worry, I chose to support you at the meeting, and I will not break my promise. I love my alliance, and I am afraid that it will be occupied by invaders. I know many of your reports, your new style
Weapons have been of great help to us. I will produce a batch of parts according to your drawings, if..." Nikolayevsky suppressed his inner displeasure, gritted his teeth and insisted: "If you need to rent...
If you rent the stamping team, I am also willing to lend it. As long as it can save this country, I will strongly support it."
"You...you make me admire you."
How could Yang Mingzhi not be moved?
This factory director is a man worthy of admiration. Yang Mingzhi stood up abruptly and saluted with a standard military salute.
He slowly sat down again: "To be honest, I thought you had great concerns. It seems that you have a very high level of ideological consciousness."
"Of course, it doesn't matter if we are tired. If your new firearms are mass-produced, we will become a glorious member. Besides, to be realistic, as your partner, your success also means that our factory will
I can get more funding, haha.”
"Yes, it is your wisest choice to help me. When my 835 and 834 factories are completed next month, I will need you to send some professionals to guide them."
"No problem. I will implement what you told me very quickly. You must also understand that my factory was the first to participate in the prototype manufacturing of your new gun. We have no experience at all and can only strictly follow your drawings and
If there is a design error in the manufacturing process, it is not our responsibility."
Haha, this man is quite realistic!
Yang Mingzhi nodded: "How about? Let's set up a written document?"
"Okay. Writing a contract is not only a document of responsibility, but also a certificate related to the future."
On a piece of rough paper, Yang Mingzhi finally signed his name, as if today was the birth day of the "AАB42" assault rifle.
Looking at his signature again, Yang Mingzhi continued: "I'm so happy that you are so willing to help. It wouldn't be good if I didn't say anything. Comrade Factory Director, I have specially prepared some gifts for you.
.”
"Oh? And there are gifts?!"
"Of course, it's in the trunk of the car I came from. A small gift would be disrespectful."
A small gift? Really a small gift?
When Yang Mingzhi personally carried the wooden box into the office and opened the lid, Nikolayevsky's eyes were filled with surprise. But Liguschkov's eyes were already staring at the bottles of vodka, thinking in his mind.
Lian Lian.
"Look, I heard that Russians like wine, so I will give you a few bottles of vodka. And these black caviar, which is said to be a specialty of Russia. I hope you like it."
"This...this is all for me?" Nikolayevsky was already trembling a little.
"Yes! It's just for you. I hope you like it."
"Ha! I like it! Of course I like it!" Nikolayevsky was really excited for a while. He was a smart man after all. After seeing this scene, he thought about it with his little sense, and suddenly lowered his face and asked
: "I'm afraid you have something to ask for when you give me such a big gift? Oh! Since you just tell me what you have to say, why bother giving me a gift? If I accept it, wouldn't it be a serious act of accepting bribes? This is wrong.
"Comrade General, please realize the seriousness of the problem."
"What an upright person." Yang Mingzhi shrugged, "I just want to give you these gifts. As for whether there is anything else, I sincerely tell you, there is nothing!"
"Really gone? Don't you realize how precious this gift is? Even in peacetime, the price of a jar of caviar is extremely high."
"Yes, so I think I should give these to you. I have no special meaning, I just hope to make friends with you."
"Haha, friend! Friend... Then will you give the same gift to Comrade Liguschkov next to you, or will you give the same gift to Fedorov's rifle factory?"
"Of course you will, you are all my friends. I bought a lot of goods at my own expense in Moscow. When I went to Novosibirsk to conduct weapons research and development, it was my main job, and making friends was also a must. Dear Uncle Nikolayevsky, I am more than
You are twenty years younger, and I am like your son. In China, it is a tradition for young people to give gifts to older people. You are someone I respect, so please accept it."
These words were more than respectful. Nikolayevsky, who knew that he only had twenty years to live, suddenly felt like he had an extra son.
There are some things this old guy doesn't want to say to outsiders. He has raised three sons. Except for the youngest son who is only eleven years old, the other two sons have already joined the army. They have been serving on the northern front. Since they are all
It belongs to the artillery unit nicknamed "The Lucky Ones", so it continues to survive.
Although the younger son is far from the age of being a soldier, the school's propaganda has aroused the child's strong patriotism to defend his family and country. The child clamored to go to his father's factory to make weapons, and simply threatened not to go to school. It is for this reason.
As an inducement, Nikolaevsky refused to let any of his children work in his factory.
However, the younger son still followed his classmates and happily went to the rifle factory to become a temporary member of the production line.
Standing in front of him was a young general with an Eastern face. Pravda claimed that the guerrilla operations commanded by this man had objectively helped the Kalinin Front Army and the North-Western Front Army achieve major battle victories. In a sense, this man and his sons had
Fighting side by side. In the future, he will also be his "comrade-in-arms".
A young general covered in medals gave a great courtesy to the director of a factory in a remote area. How could he not accept this box of generous gifts given his kindness?
"Okay! I accept your gift. In return, I will personally supervise the production of the parts you need. According to the plan, you only need ten sample guns, then I will produce twenty sets of parts that I am responsible for for your replacement.
and disassembly.”
"It's great, everything will go well with our cooperation."