The fact that this scale of construction could be built and put into operation so quickly is nothing short of miraculous.
"It's no use talking about this now, we need to think about how to solve the current production capacity shortage..."
Without uttering a single unnecessary word, Liao glanced at his watch, then pulled Lin Huowang along and began to walk outside.
"Let's go! Let's not stay here!"
"Where to?" Lin Huowang asked.
"Of course you should go to the commander. He's waiting for you in the workshop right now."
Liao Gong's tone was both joyful and serious.
After all, he never expected that the Shekou Industrial Park project, which was not favored by the Ministry of Industry and Information Technology in China, would eventually show such strong vitality.
It's important to know that when the Shekou Industrial Park was planned and launched at the beginning of the year, Liao Gong himself didn't have much say. It was only thanks to his strong advocacy that so many resources were invested to get it built.
...
After passing through the somewhat chaotic temporary command post building, the two went directly to the core and busiest place in the entire industrial zone: the assembly workshop for "Dragon Brand" televisions.
"Boom..."
When the workshop door was pushed open, a blast of even hotter air rushed in during this southern winter, mixed with the pungent smell of solder and plastic.
Lin Huowang's vision was instantly filled with the scene before him.
This is an assembly line that is extremely rudimentary compared to those abroad.
Hundreds of young female workers in blue overalls sat densely packed around a long table, endlessly repeating their tasks under the glaring incandescent lights: plugging in wires, soldering, tightening screws...
Their foreheads were covered in sweat, which had soaked their hair and backs, but not one of them stopped.
Beside them were quality control personnel in yellow vests, all of them staring intently at every part that flowed across the conveyor belt.
Then, at the end of the assembly line, rows of yellow "Pikachu TVs" are precisely and quickly assembled, and finally plugged in for testing.
“Pika... Pika... Chu..."
The crisp, delightful startup sound echoed throughout the noisy workshop, making it all the more special.
Quality control personnel are quickly testing the products, then affixing Pokémon holographic stickers, stamping them with a pass mark, and finally packing and boxing the qualified products by the workers next to them.
At the entrance of the large warehouse, the foreign distributors, with their high noses and deep-set eyes, had all rushed to China, each carrying a mission. They were anxiously waving their orders and shouting in broken Chinese:
"My goods! Give them to me first! I'll pay more!"
"Queue up! We've already said first come, first served!"
...
Yes! It's hard to imagine.
In the late 1970s, Chinese factories were so popular that foreign businessmen would wait outside warehouses overnight to "grab goods."
"This is our entire production capacity."
Liao Gong's voice was a mixture of joy and helplessness.
He pointed to the production line and said to Lin Huowang, "We are currently operating on three shifts. People can rest, but the machines never stop. In this way, the entire industrial park's production lines can only produce a maximum of about 30,000 electrical appliances per day."
30,000 household appliances of various types are produced every day.
This number was nothing short of a "miracle" in China in 1978.
But faced with a total order of three billion US dollars and a shortage of tens of millions of units...
This is simply "production hell." Are we just supposed to watch huge orders come pouring in, only to find ourselves unable to fulfill them due to overcapacity?
Lin Huowang's gaze passed over the bustling assembly line and landed on a corner of the workshop.
There were several people standing there.
The leader was an elderly man.
He was wearing a faded Zhongshan suit, cloth shoes, and a bamboo straw hat, the kind that local workers often wore.
He stood there quietly, alongside the workers around him.
He stood with his hands slightly behind his back, not saying a word, but simply looking at the production line in front of him with his wise eyes.
At this moment, he was not some great leader or chief, but simply a simple old farmer inspecting his fields at night.
Liao Gong led Lin Huowang through the sweltering workshop, walking step by step.
When the surrounding cadres and guards suddenly noticed Lin Huowang's unfamiliar face, they tried to approach him, but were stopped by the secretary beside the "old man" with a look.
"Commander."
Liao Gong walked up to him and said in a low voice, "Comrade Lin Huowang, we've arrived."
The old man slowly turned around.
His gaze gently fell on Lin Huowang.
Seeing this, Lin Huowang felt a surge of warmth in his heart; it was a truly wonderful feeling.
Lin Huowang had imagined this meeting countless times, but when the moment actually arrived, he couldn't help but tremble with excitement.
What eyes those were!
It can be said that he has seen through a century of ups and downs and experienced countless glories and humiliations.
Now, it also carries the hopes of revitalization and revival.
At this moment, there was no majesty or judgment in those eyes, only an admiration and pride that seemed to penetrate everything.
He didn't ask Lin Huowang about his trip to England, how he did on his college entrance exam, or even why he had achieved such great success in the Silver War.
The old man's gaze simply returned to the simple assembly line.
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