Chapter 161 Electric Fan Manufacturing Plant No. 3
"Liu Lang, I heard that Ye Jinsheng asked you to sing? What's the matter with you?"
In the car, Wang Zhendong asked curiously.
"I can't sing...forget it, even if you tell me, you don't understand. Anyway, that's the end of the matter. By the way, Brother Wang, what does the factory you are looking for do? Can it make parts? How big is it?
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The parts used in Transformers are actually very simple. As long as you have a lathe, milling machine, and grinder, they can be manufactured. But the key lies in scale. After all, Yongli Group wants to produce hundreds of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of toys every year.
A small factory of average size cannot complete this task.
"Don't worry, Third Brother and I personally found Hu Zhixian. He personally asked the people below to handle it. It must be right!"
Mu Xiaohu swore that this Hu Zhixian was the deputy mayor in charge of industry in the capital.
"Yes, I waited for a few days, and he told me that there was an electric fan factory in the capital. Five years ago, it could produce hundreds of thousands of units every year. However, the efficiency has not been very good in the past few years, so it happened to be handed over to us to make Transformers.
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Wang Zhendong said.
"Electric fan factory? Which one is it?"
Xiong Huaizhi asked suddenly.
"It seems to be called...Capital No. 3 Factory!"
Wang Zhendong thought for a while.
"Factory Three?"
Xiong Huaizhi frowned.
"Professor, what? Do you know this company?"
Liu Lang asked.
"I know, I know, this factory was called the Capital Foundry No. 3 more than ten years ago. After the reform and opening up, it transformed into the production of electric fans. The director of the factory at that time was one of my former students... Alas, this student talked about casting skills.
, it can be said to be very powerful, but I heard that the performance of the third factory has been very poor in recent years.”
Xiong Huaizhi sighed.
"Isn't that just right? Let's make it come alive!"
Mu Xiaohu said.
These three factories are located in the outer city of the capital, and it took the car more than an hour to get there.
I saw that there were many factories here, with tall chimneys everywhere, and some chimneys were still emitting smoke, which was obviously production.
"So many factories?"
Mu Xiaohu looked outside with some curiosity.
"Brother Xiaohu, you buy and sell steel a lot, haven't you even seen a factory?"
Liu Lang said "sarcastically" from the side.
"Selling steel and using steel are two different things. This is my first time here... Huh? Liu Lang, how do you know that I have sold steel?"
Mu Xiaohu was a little surprised.
“Vested interests in the dual-track system!”
Liu Lang thought to himself, but he did not make it clear that this kind of thing is not a good thing. If he did explain it, Mu Xiaohu would really be upset.
"Click!"
The car shuddered slightly as it drove over a ditch.
"What a great car. The wheels use independent suspension. What a great car!"
Xiong Huaizhi sighed.
"Of course it's a good car if it costs more than one million, but what is independent suspension?"
Mu Xiaohu asked.
“The wheels are flexible and comfortable to sit on!”
Liu Lang answered casually.
"That's...!"
"Bang!"
Before Mu Xiaohu could finish speaking, there was a harsh friction sound coming from underneath the car.
"What's going on?"
Mu Xiaohu braked and stopped.
"Oops! The chassis of this car is too low and it touches the ground!"
Xiong Huaizhi frowned and said.
Mu Xiaohu got out of the car and bent down to look. Sure enough, there was a high ridge underneath that had scraped the bottom of the car.
"What a broken road, it's still a dirt road!"
Mu Xiaohu cursed.
"This is an old factory area. Most of the factories in the capital have been here since the founding of the People's Republic of China. Trucks come and go every day. No matter how good the road is, it can't withstand the pressure of trucks for a long time. Just drive slowly!"
Xiong Huaizhi said.
"Where are the three factories? Why are these factories all the same?"
Mu Xiaohu was a little impatient.
"It's just ahead, not far away!"
Fortunately, Xiong Huaizhi knew the address, and soon the car arrived in front of a huge factory.
The two large iron doors were tightly closed, connected by a large iron chain in the middle, and there was a large iron lock on it. There was a wooden plaque on the cement pile on one side of the iron door that read "The third manufacturer of electric fans in the capital."
"Factory" in big red characters.
The car stopped in front of the door and several people got out of the car.
"Is there anyone? Is there anyone?"
Chen Fan walked to the door and shouted to the concierge.
"Why is this factory so quiet?"
Xiong Huaizhi was a little puzzled. It was already early March, and the factory had already started working. Why not work hard? There must be the roar of machines in the factory! But there was no movement in the huge factory, and there were only a few people in the distance.
The shadow passed by in a flash, and he didn’t look like he was working at all!
"Who is it? Who is it?"
An old man in his fifties, wrapped in a coat, walked out of the concierge, walking a little unsteadily.
"Master, we are looking for your factory director Sun Fucai!"
Wang Zhendong said.
"Looking for Lao Sun? Go to his house to look for him! He is no longer the factory director!"
The other party waved his hands and said, with a breath of alcohol coming out of his mouth.
"No longer the factory director? That's not right!"
Wang Zhendong was a little confused. This was the name the deputy mayor told him personally.
"The factory is going bankrupt, what's the use of having a factory director?"
The other party said impatiently.
"It's yellow? What's going on?"
Wang Zhendong was furious and felt that Hu Zhixian was playing tricks on him. He didn't have a good temper. He was not afraid of even the mayor, not to mention the deputy mayor.
"You bastard, you dare to play tricks on me. You really treat your position as deputy mayor as a piece of cake. Do you believe that I can ask him to step aside with just a phone call?"
Mu Xiaohu was also very angry. After saying this, he was about to get in the car and go find Hu Zhixian to settle the score.
"Wait a minute!"
Liu Lang saw something was wrong and hurriedly walked up.
Mu Xiaohu and Wang Zhendong are not afraid of the deputy mayor, but if they really want to settle a score with someone, the matter will probably go to waste. He doesn't have that much time to waste. Besides, the deputy mayor may not have deceived them.
Who dares to offend the Mu family or the Wang family? I'm afraid it's the drunk old man's fault.
"Grandpa, we have something urgent to do with the person in charge of your factory. Please inform him that someone from the city is looking for him!"
Liu Lang said through the door.
"The person in charge...? Why is he a child? He's not even older than my grandson...! Okay, you wait!"
The old man glanced at Liu Lang and returned to the mail room. He picked up the phone and dialed twice.
"Is it Sun Mingfan? There are some people looking for you at the door, saying they are from the city. Come out!"
The old gatekeeper didn't come out even after making the call. A few people just stood outside the gate. Mu Xiaohu and Wang Zhendong's faces became more and more gloomy. They were two big shots with status and status. Even if they went to the government, they had to be
They were received by important people, but now they arrived at a run-down factory and were blocked from the door. They didn't even pay attention to the old man guarding the door. How had they ever "enjoyed" this kind of "treatment"!
Xiong Huaizhi and Liu Lang have nothing to do with each other. This is what workers in this era are like. They don't care whether you are a leader or not. Unless you can pay me a salary, whoever can feed themselves will be the "boss".