Zhou Mingyuan had just been promoted to bureau chief, so even if he wanted to help his son-in-law, he would have to find the right opportunity.
Otherwise, with so many eyes watching from all sides, it wouldn't sound good.
Unexpectedly, before he could even have an idea or find an opportunity, Sheng Xiping proactively offered him a good one.
"I didn't expect you to be so clever. Deep processing of industries, that's a pretty novel term."
Zhou Mingyuan pondered these words, and the more he thought about them, the more he felt there was a lot more to them than met the eye.
"Dad, I know. Our bureau has been working towards this direction. Fiberboard factories, plywood factories, paper mills, and the like are all taking the processing route."
But I think that's far from enough. We should make full use of our advantage of living off the land.
It's not just about finished timber; more importantly, it's about effectively utilizing all kinds of scraps and offcuts to create value.
“Dad, I grew up in the forest farm, and this is what I’ve always heard and heard.”
My dad said that when they first came to Northeast China to log, the saw cuts weren't made more than ten centimeters off the ground like they are now; instead, they were made more than a meter off the ground, and the bottom section was wasted.
Of course, at that time, forestry resources were abundant, and the speed of manual logging could not keep up, so it didn't matter if some were wasted.
But that was so many years ago. After all these years of development, how much forest land does our bureau still have that can be logged in large tracts?
"Once all these large areas of clear-cut forest are leveled, what will we rely on for development?"
"Therefore, I think we need to start thinking about effective and sustainable utilization now."
It takes at least 180 years, or even several hundred years, for a tree to grow into a mature tree. Yet, in just a few decades, we have destroyed vast areas of forest.
If we don't control it and it continues to develop, what will we leave for our descendants?
"So many workers and their families depend on the forest for their livelihood. How long can this forest sustain us?"
What will happen to these workers and their families when there are no more timber to harvest?
Sheng Xiping paused here, scratched his head, and smiled sheepishly.
"Dad, I'm not well-educated and my knowledge is limited. I'm just rambling on and on, so please don't think I'm talking nonsense."
"No, what you said is very good and insightful." Zhou Mingyuan smiled. His son-in-law always managed to give him some surprises.
What you just said makes a lot of sense.
The rational development and sustainable use of resources is a problem that not only our forestry bureau faces, but all industries that rely primarily on non-renewable resources.
"Don't tell anyone else about what we've been talking about today. They might not understand, and they might even say you're worrying unnecessarily."
Right now, the Forestry Bureau is thriving, making it a good time for vigorous development.
If Sheng Xiping said these words to others, they wouldn't listen at all; they might even laugh at him instead.
So many capable leaders at the bureau, provincial, and even national levels haven't brought this up, yet Sheng Xiping, a mere dispatcher, dares to talk about these things. Isn't that overestimating his abilities?
"Yeah, I know that. I'm just chatting with Dad." Sheng Xiping chuckled.
If Zhou Mingyuan hadn't become the bureau chief, Sheng Xiping would never have mentioned it.
Even if he explains it, others won't understand and might think he's mentally ill.
Some people need to hit a wall and feel the pain before they'll turn back. Unfortunately, by then, it's too late.
"Come on, tell me your specific plans, I'd like to hear them." Zhou Mingyuan was very satisfied with his son-in-law's attitude, so he returned to the previous topic.
"Do you have any thoughts about your collaboration with that southerner? Tell me about it, and I'll see if I can give you my opinion."
Zhou Mingyuan was well aware that pursuing deep processing of industrial products would be difficult, facing challenges in terms of technology, funding, and the mindset of the staff.
After all, there's no shortage of timber to sell these days, with construction projects underway all over the country, creating a huge demand for timber.
Even if the current logging volume were doubled, there would still be plenty of people willing to pay to buy it.
Selling timber directly is so much easier; just transport it down from the mountain, load it onto a truck, and send it off.
If we want to pursue industrial processing, we must first show everyone the potential profits to change workers' preconceived notions and then obtain financial and technical support.
If there's no profit, who's going to listen to your nonsense?
"Well, I don't have any good ideas yet. I'd like to find an opportunity to talk to Brother Hou and the others to get a preliminary understanding of the demand in the southern timber market."
We need to know what kind of products people want before we can process them to meet their needs.
For example, what types of boards are needed in the furniture market? What sizes and models are required?
They place orders, and we process them according to those orders. This is actually more reasonable than sending logs directly.
At the very least, I can earn a processing fee, and the scraps and leftovers can be reused.
Sheng Xiping had a general plan in mind, but he still needed to investigate and understand it thoroughly before he could implement it.
"Of course, what I'm talking about is actually just simple processing. There's still a long way to go before we can move towards more advanced processing."
"Hmm, hmm, there's no rush. You have to eat one bite at a time and walk one step at a time. Nobody can get fat in one bite."
"It's great that you have this idea. Dad supports you." Zhou Mingyuan nodded, expressing his approval to his son-in-law.
"Hey? That's not right. Since they're already here, why didn't you have a proper chat with them?"
Zhou Mingyuan suddenly realized something was wrong; it was already past four in the afternoon.
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