Chapter 284: Production

Director Wang was astonished that Yang Qing had produced a plan so quickly.

This was a project on the verge of collapse, and she thought it would become a stain on her record, but she never expected Yang Qing to directly produce a product.

Yang Qing said nothing; as long as the city paid wages and supplied materials, they could go into frenzied production.

For processing incoming materials, we don't need money.

Ruthless, huh.

Moreover, it is precisely the transport equipment urgently needed now.

"Go back first; I'll settle this matter within a day."

"However, the credit won't be yours; it will be the city's, as if I brought in the project."

"You still can't expose yourself like this now."

"Keep a low profile, try not to draw attention to yourself on this sore spot."

"Treat yourself as an insignificant nobody."

"Once things are over, you'll definitely get your share of credit."

Yang Qing knew the matter was settled, so he immediately said goodbye and left.

Now neither side has mentioned whether the product is mature.

At the critical moment of disaster relief, this isn't a big problem; as long as it doesn't break down right away, it's fine.

As long as it can start and run, it's a qualified product.

After returning to the factory, Yang Qing immediately dispatched personnel to form a technical support team to track the product, provide technical support, prevent breakdowns, and devise improvement plans based on actual conditions.

The remaining people were all assigned to the production group; what's the point of making iron hoes when tractors are more fragrant?

Upon receiving Yang Qing's order to go all-out with production, Ge Hongtao became extremely excited.

But unexpectedly, Yang Qing immediately asked.

"How many can be produced in a day?"

"A day? How many can be produced?"

Ge Hongtao was dumbfounded.

"Boss Yang, this tractor isn't a bicycle; you can't count it by the day."

Yang Qing glared.

"Just tell me, how many can be produced?"

Ge Hongtao stammered nervously.

"Tomorrow we can assemble five units; those are all components we previously trial-produced."

"Just install them directly."

"The others might take three days per vehicle."

"Three days per vehicle? That's only a hundred per year?"

"What kind of production level is this?"

"Maybe even a county around Jingcheng couldn't be satisfied."

"You know, next year we won't need to import diesel, and later we'll become an oil-exporting country."

"Oil won't be lacking; this is exactly when tractors will boom."

"You're giving me only this output—what good is it?"

Ge Hongtao hurriedly explained.

"Boss Yang, it's not that we don't want to be fast; if we wanted speed we could just hire more people."

"It's that our steel coil is insufficient; this item is scarce nationwide."

"(Steel coil means thin steel sheets rolled up.)"

"I'm afraid this is also a major problem for the city."

"Without steel coil, we can't produce the cargo bed; having only the front end without a bed makes it useless."

"Lacking a cargo bed?"

Yang Qing's mind raced.

"Cargo bed, cargo bed."

He recalled his past life, the tractors he had experienced, and thought of a solution.

"If metal won't work, we can use wood as a makeshift; it just means a shorter lifespan."

Having made up his mind, Yang Qing told Ge Hongtao his idea.

Ge Hongtao felt a sudden enlightenment.

"Exactly, disaster relief is inherently temporary; there's no need to insist on using steel cargo beds."

"Wooden ones can also serve as a makeshift."

"If the cargo bed problem can be solved and materials are sufficient, we should be able to achieve an output of one vehicle per day."

Yang Qing was still dissatisfied, but for now we'll make do; after finalizing the design, we can expand output.

"After all, it's something untested in practice, and he's taking a big risk."

"Although disaster relief provides a safety net, if it's too terrible, he'll inevitably be called out in the end."

He was also uneasy, arranged the tasks, then rode the hand‑tractor himself and went out to tinker for a long time.

"Not a single problem."

The next day, as promised, someone delivered the engine and tractor parts early in the morning.

Yang Qing had tinkered with it all day yesterday, so he now had a feel for this tractor.

"It's also quite easy to drive."

After the factory entered a combat state, he went to find his old buddy.

Lei Gensheng, upon seeing Yang Qing, still thought he would come back, and was extremely excited.

"How about it, how about it, Yang Qing, do you want to open, are you coming back?"

Yang Qing waved his hand and directly refused.

"No, I came today to ask you for help."

Lei Gensheng looked displeased; after Yang Qing left, he only then realized how great the work pressure was.

Renovating ten buildings almost wore him out like a dog.

All kinds of troubles kept coming one after another.

His head felt like it was about to explode.

"What's the matter?"

He definitely has to help when busy, otherwise how would he later find an excuse to ask Yang Qing for help?

"Help me allocate twenty carpentry masters, I need them."

Lei Gensheng looked at him doubtfully.

"You didn't go to the Agricultural Machinery Factory, what do you need so many carpenters for?"

"Don't worry about it, hurry up, I'm really busy, it's a big deal."

Lei Gensheng didn't say anything else, just agreed directly.

"Fine, I'll give you what you want, I won't ask about the matter, but you have to bear the wages."

"Also treat them well, they are now the treasures of our company."

Yang Qing nodded in agreement; besides, he wouldn't have to pay the wages himself.

The Agricultural Machinery Factory is now contracted by the city, only paying wages, and all output belongs to the city.

After the twenty masters arrived at the Agricultural Machinery Factory, they immediately dove into the production of truck beds.

"Truck beds? No big problem; the twenty veteran masters quickly came up with a plan."

Thus, by a fortunate coincidence, the Agricultural Machinery Factory that was about to go bankrupt suddenly sprang to life.

Every day the factory roared with noise, as goods were brought in and tractors driven out in an endless stream.

And Yang Qing, as if he had disappeared, nobody knew where he was hiding, and he wasn't seen by anyone all day.

Gradually, many people almost forgot that they still had a factory director.

After a month passed, the hand-guided tractors of Hongxing Jiedao Agricultural Machinery Factory began appearing at disaster relief sites everywhere.

That huge vehicle advertisement made many people who saw it remember Hongxing Jiedao and the Agricultural Machinery Factory.

Ye Junjie, exhausted like a dog, also saw this tractor and was instantly dumbfounded.

"Hongxing Jiedao Agricultural Machinery Factory?"

"Isn't that my factory? Weren't the tractors supposed to take several more months?"

"How did it end up here?"

"Could it have succeeded? This is my painstaking effort."

He felt a surge of anger in his chest and fainted with a thud.

Ye Junjie's family also had some influence; otherwise he wouldn't have initially stationed himself at the Agricultural Machinery Factory.

After learning that his child had suffered injustice, Ye's father rushed straight to the Agricultural Machinery Factory.

After asking around for a long time where the factory director was, everyone just looked bewildered.

At that moment, Yang Qing was like an ordinary worker, assembling tractors.

Moreover, besides a limited few, nobody knew that Yang Qing was actually the factory director.

Indeed, Yang Qing now had a pale complexion, wore all-blue work clothes, had a towel around his neck, a willow twig hat on his head, and looked like a worker.

If placed among the compound's residents, they might not even recognize him.