Fang Lang was very satisfied with Ante Bolman's performance. He poured another cup of tea and handed it to him, saying:
“Very good, then I feel relieved.
By the way, what is the current situation of our schools that train talents for the aviation industry? "
When Ant Polman heard this, he understood that Fang Lang had seen the company's talent shortage and the need to recruit from European and American countries, and hoped to launch his own talent echelon training plan as soon as possible.
After taking the tea handed over by Fang Lang with a grateful look on his face, he took a sip of the tea to moisten his throat before slowly speaking:
"Boss, as far as I know, Chairman Fang attaches great importance to this school, and the school's infrastructure has been basically completed. However, because the school is not very famous, there are not many students in the school, and there are only a few classes.
Now our company's outstanding designers are working as part-time teachers in schools, and students who are considered to have potential are also brought to the company to study directly with the teachers.
But I personally feel that this is not enough. If we want this school to grow rapidly, in addition to investing in infrastructure, we must also find an excellent manager.
And more professional teachers and professors.
...
...
We are not professional in education, so..."
After hearing this, Fang Lang understood what the other party meant. After a little thought, he agreed with what the other party said. It seems that he really needs to pay more attention to this school.
Otherwise, relying solely on his father, it might be difficult for the school to train enough professional talents. After all, everyone is not professional. If a school is good enough, his own airline will not have to worry about talents in the future.
Unfortunately, neither I nor the people I know seem to be very knowledgeable about education! This is really a headache.
And if you count carefully, he has participated in running quite a few schools. First of all, he is most involved in the Brazilian Police University and the Aviation Academy. He is also an important participant in the military academy jointly run by the Navy and the Army.
The investigation department under him also has a secret spy training school. Of course, this is top secret and need not be disclosed.
But in addition to these military academies, our company also has many needs for talent training and scientific and technological research and development. The best way to achieve these is to establish a research university.
Now I have a school next to the Circle Aircraft Manufacturing Company in São Paulo that trains professionals in aircraft manufacturing and related fields.
It also plans to establish a Brazilian medical school based on its own hospital which is currently under construction.
In Porto Alegre, there is a research institute that specializes in research in computer-related fields, and I am also planning to establish a school related to electronic technology based on computer pioneers such as Konrad Zuse.
There is also Wilbur Serrano, who is engaged in machine tool research and is also a genius in engineering machinery. It is obviously a serious waste to use such talents only for research.
A few days ago at Mercedes-Benz, I finally remembered the management guru Edwards Deming. Obviously, he cannot be used simply for research.
After careful calculation, I realized that I really need to set up a few private universities!
Fang Lang understood his predicament and did not continue to ask Antepolman about the school construction. He would have to plan these carefully later.
If we don't make good use of such good resources, it would be a waste.
"Well! What you said makes sense, let's put it this way!
This time when you go to Europe, see if you can find some talented educators, preferably in science and engineering.
I need to think carefully about this. We can’t waste this school! We must make good use of it.”
Ant Bolman saw that his boss thought for a long time before giving him such an answer. He felt relieved, but also couldn't help but feel a little expectant.
Although he had voluntarily given up the management rights of the school, if the boss was really prepared to make a big move, as the leader of an aircraft manufacturing company, he would definitely benefit in the end.
Seeing that the boss seemed to be absent-minded and began to think about the problem, he did not say anything more, but just nodded seriously and said:
"Yes, Boss, I understand."
The two men quickly concluded their conversation after everything was settled. Ante Polman also needed to go home to pack his bags and head to Europe to personally lead the recruitment work.
Fang Lang left the aircraft manufacturing company with a heavy heart and returned to his new home.
Because he was at home, his family members all returned home early. When they saw Fang Lang coming back, his mother Yang Xiuer immediately started preparing dinner.
It was a rare time for family reunion, so Fang Lang did not bring his worries to the dinner table. However, as a father, Fang Xinshan could still see that his son seemed to be worried, so he took Fang Lang to the tea room as soon as they finished their meal.
The charcoal fire in the small stove was very hot. The father and son, who had just finished their meal, were fanning themselves with a palm-leaf fan while waiting for the water in the clay pot on the small stove to boil.
Fang Xinshan waved the palm-leaf fan in his hand while arranging the tea sets neatly on the tea tray, while Fang Lang took out a box of Wuyi Mountain Dahongpao from his hometown from under the tea table.
Use a teaspoon to scoop some out and pour it into a covered bowl.
"Lang'er, I see you seem to be a little worried today. What's wrong? Are you not satisfied with today's inspection?"
Fang Lang was stunned when he heard this and looked up at his father.
"You can see that?"
Fang Xinshan knew from Fang Lang's expression that it was nothing serious, so he glared at Fang Lang and said:
"No one knows a son better than his father. Don't think that your father can't control you just because you are strong enough now."
Hearing this, Fang Lang begged for mercy:
"Yes, yes, you are the father and I am the son. I will never escape from your grasp."
Seeing his son's servile behavior, Fang Xinshan laughed and nodded with satisfaction. Before he could say a few more heroic words, the old man came over staggeringly with his dragon-headed cane.
In fact, the old man is still very strong and doesn't need to use crutches at all, but someone found a mahogany dragon-headed cane for him, which is made of majestic shape and finely carved.
The old man couldn't let it go, and he kept it with him from then on. It was both a tool for showing off and a weapon for beating people. Fang Lang had also weighed this dragon-headed cane before, and it was very heavy. He didn't know where the old man got the strength from.
Surprisingly, he could carry such a heavy thing effortlessly and move freely. He even used a cane to practice the crazy cane technique when exercising in the morning.
Fang Xinshan, who was preparing to make some bold speeches, had no time to speak when he heard the thumping sound of the old man's cane hitting the ground. He quickly stood up, took two quick steps forward, held the old man's other hand, and wanted to invite the old man to take a seat.
Unexpectedly, the old man pushed the other person away without caring, cursing:
"I'm not old enough to need help. Go away, go away."
Seeing this, Fang Lang covered his mouth and smiled secretly, and took the initiative to step forward to help the old man. His own good grandson came to support him, but the old man no longer refused and accepted it as a matter of course.
The old man was left alone, disheveled in the wind, with a blank expression. It turns out that it's not that he doesn't need help, it's just that he doesn't need me to help him!
After Fang Lang helped the old man sit down on the chair, he came to his father again and gently pushed him. Only then did he react, and for a moment his expression was almost out of control.
Then I heard the old man took the initiative to ask:
"My dear grandson, what are you discussing?"
Hearing this, Fang Lang also took two quick steps, came to sit next to the old man, and said to him:
"It's nothing serious. I just went to inspect the aircraft manufacturing factory today and learned that the development of the supporting school seems to have encountered a bottleneck."
Seeing that Fang Lang had already started chatting with the old man, Fang Xinshan could only return to the tea table in disappointment and continue his job as a tea-making tool.
The old man was a person who attached great importance to education. It was he who proposed to cultivate the martial spirit of the Chinese people and to add martial arts courses to Chinese primary and secondary schools.
When Fang Lang mentioned the school, he took it very seriously. He frowned and asked with a hint of confusion:
"A supporting school? Is it the one your father built next to the aircraft factory, a school for training aviation professionals?"
Fang Lang didn't expect that the old man would know about this matter, and nodded quickly:
"Yes."
"You've reached a bottleneck? What do you mean?"
After looking at his father and seeing that he had no intention of speaking, Fang Lang said:
“I went to the company today and assigned them several important R&D tasks. Unfortunately, we are seriously short of relevant technical personnel, so I can only arrange for the company’s president to go to Europe in person to recruit suitable researchers.
I thought it would not work to recruit talents from abroad, as they were not our own talents. So I thought about whether we could use these foreign talents to train more of our own people.
But now that the school has been built, it has not attracted many students, and it is difficult to find suitable school administrators, so it is a bit of a headache. "
When the old man heard this, he glared at his father with dissatisfaction, obviously intending to blame his father.
Seeing this, he quickly explained:
"It's not my father's fault. Brazil's foundation is so poor that it's hard for us to find the right talent."
Fang Xinshan only glanced at Fang Lang for his son's rescue, without saying much. In fact, he had already noticed this situation without Fang Lang saying anything, so he spoke directly:
“In fact, I have noticed this problem a long time ago, but because our school is newly established, it is not well-known and not many students are willing to study in our school.
The students in this school are the result of our efforts to mobilize our influence among the Chinese people, and to find some young people who have completed high school and mobilize them to go to school.
Brazilian students have no interest in our little-known school at all.”
Fang Lang was stunned when he heard this, and said in surprise:
"Are you saying that the local students are unwilling to study at our school mainly because our school is not famous?"
Fang Xinshan nodded with some distress:
"In order to find students, I organized a group of people to distribute flyers in high schools in Sao Paulo and Rio, and organized recruitment activities, but no one paid attention."
Fang Lang fell into deep thought after hearing this. It was indeed as his father said, the reputation of a school was indeed very important. If he built up the school's reputation little by little according to the routine, there would be no problem of course.
He believed that with so many great people in his school, sooner or later the school's reputation would become world-renowned, but he did not have that much time to wait.
What is the best way to quickly make a school famous? Of course, it is to make the school have a well-known faculty.
But Brazil's foundation is very poor and there is no corresponding academic atmosphere at all, so it is difficult to naturally attract excellent teaching staff.
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