Zeng Youqian was holding a thick stack of materials and listening to his son's long speech, his head buzzing.
I, a guy who only went to school for two years and knows a few words, want to invent something?
Son, your father is just a tailor!
"Get it yourself!" Zeng Youqian stuffed the materials into his son's hands, "If you make fun of your father again, I'll beat you to death!"
"No, how can I make fun of you?" Zeng Wangcai said earnestly, "Think about it, if we can solve the problem of clothing shortage for the people of the whole country, who will our family be afraid of in the future..."
"Your father has no great ambitions, just like solving the problem of clothing and food for our family!" Zeng Youqian said seriously, "Son, I know you want our family to be prosperous, but you have to be realistic. You can say you invented it, but how can you say I can? We don't have the diamond drill, so don't take on porcelain work. Take it step by step and take it slowly."
"It's too late. It's too late to slow down!" Zeng Wangcai smiled bitterly.
In less than five years, the storm will come. How can we resist it without a strong body?
"What do you mean it's too late?" Zeng Youqian was puzzled.
"What I mean is, I'm going back to the army!" Zeng Wangcai replied gritting his teeth.
Originally, Zeng Wangcai could have stayed until after the Chinese New Year, but he suddenly felt that it would be best to leave after arranging some matters at home.
How nice it is that one is making military achievements outside, while the other is making money at home.
While making money, have two more people in the family who are developing within the system and slowly build up a network of connections. When this network is big and strong enough, you won't have to worry about anything.
Zeng Wangcai counted the people in the family who could take on important responsibilities, including himself, his father, his second uncle, and Zhang Xiuzhi.
"Aren't you leaving after the New Year?" Zeng Youqian was surprised and instantly forgot the previous topic.
"There are new orders!" Zeng Wangcai said cruelly, "In two days, I will go around Sijiu City and talk to the relevant people before leaving."
"It's only been a few days since you came back..." Zeng Youqian's eyes were full of disappointment and reluctance, but he couldn't say the words of reluctance. This was the restraint of an old father.
"It won't take one or two days." Zeng Wangcai said with a smile, "Dad, when I become the chief, I will not leave the city."
"That's easy for you to say!" Zeng Youqian glared, "By the time you become a high-ranking official, the grass on your father's grave will be three feet high."
"Well, no, you can live at least a thousand years."
"Go away, do you know how to talk? You're a turtle for a thousand years."
"I'm sorry for talking nonsense..."
After much difficulty in reviving the atmosphere, Zeng Wangcai told his father that when he left, he would not say goodbye to his family members because he could not bear to see his mother and brother crying, it would be depressing.
Zeng Youqian remained silent, and walked more than ten steps before nodding in agreement.
The topic returned to the factory, and Zeng Wangcai thought of a solution: "Dad, don't worry about the materials, take your time, I'll go back and find Huang Liang to help you, after I leave, you can slowly figure it out, it would be best to launch it in April or May. Huang Liang is a top student at Peking University, and if he and you work together, there will be no problem."
Huang Liang is a genuine top student. After studying at Peking University for more than a year, his talent in science has been revealed and he has already started doing research with senior professors.
For Huang Liang, spinning the fabric from polyester fiber was not difficult at all given the materials provided by Zeng Wangcai.
"Okay, I'll listen to you!" Zeng Youqian finally agreed, "What is this thing called? You have to give it a name."
"Let's call it... Dacron!"
I'm sorry, senior, for taking your path and leaving you with no way to go!
Zeng Wangcai muttered to himself.
In the next few days, Zeng Wangcai first went back to his hometown, spent a day with his grandmother, and then brought Xiaobao back to Sijiu City.
Then he started the visiting mode. On the day before the Chinese New Year's Eve, he decided on the new factory and talked to all the people who designed it, except Sha Zhu.
Middle courtyard, Sha Zhu’s house.
Zeng Wangcai had dinner at home and then wandered off to look for Sha Zhu.
Sha Zhu's house had just finished dinner, but it was still very lively because Qin Huairu and her family were all there.
"Brother Wangcai is here. Have you eaten?" When Sha Zhu saw Zeng Wangcai coming, he greeted him warmly and asked his sister to make tea.
"What time is it now? Let's eat early!" Zeng Wangcai sat down and glanced at Bang Geng who looked much more obedient.
Qin Huairu was worried about her son, so she quickly asked Banggeng to go back. Ever since the last chicken stealing incident, Qin Huairu keenly discovered that Zeng Wangcai had a very bad impression of her son, and even the entire Zeng family.
Although she didn't understand why, she didn't want to offend the Zeng family, so she told her son not to provoke anyone from the Zeng family unless necessary. As a result, the number of thefts in the courtyard decreased a lot.
"Is there something wrong?" Sha Zhu took out a pack of cigarettes and gave it to Zeng Wangcai.
"Yes, there is something!" Because time is short and Qin Huairu and her sister are here, Zeng Wangcai said straight to the point, "Have you heard about the garment factory?"
"Hey, how could you not have heard of this?" Sha Zhu said while smoking a cigarette, "Ask everyone in the hospital and see who doesn't know about this. You are really awesome. You quietly established a garment factory through public-private partnership. From now on, I will be the factory director."
"That's pretty much what I mean!" Zeng Wangcai laughed, "It's a government-owned factory, you've figured it out, unlike some people who say it's our own factory."
"That's right. After all, you've worked in the steel mill for a long time, right? Is that what you want to say?"
"No, I just want to ask you if you have any idea of managing the canteen in a garment factory."
"Ah? Me?"
Sha Zhu was taken aback, he really didn't expect Zeng Wangcai to come to him, and used the word "manage", which meant he wanted to be an official.
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