Wu Changfeng ate and drank his fill.
He patted his stomach, got up, and left.
They turned around and headed to Linxi Coal Mine.
This opportunity is fleeting, and I need to seize it before Linxi Coal Mine pays me $100,000.
Of course, Wu Changfeng was already mentally prepared.
Even if repairing a tunneling machine costs $100,000, and I can solve the problem of the hydraulic system malfunction myself, I still won't get that money.
After all, Linxi Coal Mine is a state-owned enterprise, and this kind of sentiment is deeply rooted.
You can have the money, but you have to be recognized as a model citizen or for outstanding contributions.
You can imagine that giving a thousand or eight hundred plus a certificate would be a major hurdle.
If you dare to ask for an exorbitant amount, some leader might come to your house tomorrow and patiently try to persuade you.
If you act unreasonable and insist on $100,000, they might actually accuse you of harming national interests.
You'll regret it.
Therefore, Wu Changfeng doesn't want any money, not a single penny!
But I want other things.
Moreover, it concerns the production of fishbone antennas.
Wu Changfeng's goal was clear: to proceed steadily and surely.
Linxi Coal Mine is a bit far.
It took us an hour to reach the entrance of the mine.
Two tall, round pillars stand at the gate, with the inscription: "Come to work happily, return home safely."
far away.
Two giant hoists pulled cages down to lower workers hundreds of meters underground to work.
Another hoist pulls the coal bunker, dumping the coal onto the ground.
In those days, there were no strict requirements for personnel entering and exiting office buildings.
You can see many workers who have just come up from the mine walking back and forth, covered in coal dust, their faces so black that you can only see their two rows of big white teeth.
The ground was covered with coal ash and footprints, and the walls were covered with various black handprints.
Most of the workers coming and going from the office building are here to cause trouble.
Or they might complain that lunch was delivered too slowly.
Or they might accuse someone of disappearing after going down into the well, only to suddenly reappear after get off work.
Or they might complain that the laundry worker's work clothes aren't clean enough and demand new ones.
Some people even asked the logistics department to introduce them to wives...
In short, it's all sorts of trivial matters.
Everyone has a loudspeaker in their throat, making the building frequently experience minor earthquakes.
At this time, state-owned enterprises were struggling, unable to move forward or straighten their backs. They were riddled with chronic problems, and treatment was difficult to endure.
The workers were just getting by day by day.
No wonder there are so many messy things happening.
After making some inquiries, Wu Changfeng went to the mine manager's office.
I knocked a few times and went straight in.
In later generations, such unauthorized entry would certainly be met with a torrent of abuse.
If you see something you shouldn't, your good days will be over.
However, the prevailing social atmosphere was still quite conservative at that time.
Furthermore, coal mine workers are mostly men, and female animals are pitifully few.
The mine manager's surname was Huo. He had a shovel-like face and features that looked like stickers. Although he was imposing without being angry, he was also somewhat comical.
Manager Huo was on the phone and glanced at Wu Changfeng, but didn't have time to pay attention to him.
"Boss, what should we do about this? The foreign engineers aren't in a rush, but their fees are over a hundred dollars a day!"
"Even a skilled cook can't cook without rice; the bureau isn't allocating funds, so this tunneling machine has been stuck in a rut."
"Huh? No money? How about I sell my blood?"
“I didn’t mean anything by ‘general’. This tunneling machine is a key import project for us, and now that there’s a problem, we need to solve it.”
"Boss, you're frustrated, but I'm frustrated too. I'm firing that purchasing agent tomorrow!"
"Okay, okay, I'll wait for your news."
Manager Huo hung up the phone, puffed on his cigarette, and his nostrils flared with blue smoke.
"Who are you? A new worker at the mine?" Mine Manager Huo said without looking up.
Wu Changfeng stepped forward with a smile: "Hello, Mine Manager, my name is Wu Changfeng, and I am not an employee of this mine."
"go out!"
Mine Manager Huo waved his hand: "It's nothing, Gele's ass. Who dares to come here and freeload?"
"Get out of here right now, or I'll throw you into the mine!"
Wu Changfeng smiled helplessly.
Coal miners have such bad tempers.
Indeed, when it comes to which industry has the most dedicated workers, coal miners are undoubtedly at the top of the list.
He's the type who can't eat without alcohol and can't speak without swearing.
Wu Changfeng remained unperturbed and calm, getting straight to the point: "Master Mine Manager, I'll just say one thing. If you're not interested, I can just kick my own ass and turn around and leave."
Director Huo ignored him and remained silent.
He stared at Wu Changfeng, a hint of doubt creeping into his mind.
This guy looks like a sleazy guy, but how come he has such a steady and reliable demeanor?
What kind of personality is this?
Wu Changfeng continued, "Give me $100,000, and I'll solve your tunneling machine problem. It'll be a cure-all."
Foreman Huo stomped to his feet, his face stiff and incredulous: "You're not an employee of Linxi Coal Mine, how do you know about this?"
Wu Changfeng sat down, crossing his legs: "I just overheard it by chance. Is Director Huo interested?"
"Ha, I've seen plenty of scammers these days. There's even one trying to sell me a machine that can drill through the earth."
"Come on, I want to see how much insight you have."
Wu Changfeng shook his head: "Insights can be summed up in a few words, but it's not the right time to discuss them."
"Manager Huo probably thinks I'm just rapping on the plane, with my upper lip reaching for the sky and my lower lip touching the ground."
"How about this," Wu Changfeng said in a low voice, "I'll make a pledge."
Director Huo trembled.
A pledge!
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