Chapter 29

Less than five minutes later.

The bank president pushed open the door in a hurry.

"Secretary Gao, I'm here."

"Hmm, sit down."

Secretary Gao said indifferently.

Then, he turned his head and looked at Zhang Wen with a smile: "Factory Director Zhang."

"Sorry to trouble you to wait a little longer, the representatives of those two factories have arrived."

"We can start then."

"However, you can take a look at the bank's loan agreement first."

Hearing Secretary Gao say this, the president immediately took out a loan agreement from his bag.

Zhang Wen took it and looked at it carefully.

After confirming there were no traps inside,

he put the agreement back.

Just as he put it down, the representatives of the two factories arrived.

Two people came in; one looked like a technical person, taciturn but carrying a sense of pride.

The other was much more slick.

Secretary Gao stood up immediately and introduced them to Zhang Wen.

The tall, thin, taciturn person was introduced by Secretary Gao: "Factory Director Zhang, this is the representative of the Hongtian Airplane Factory, Suyao."

Pointing to the somewhat slick person, he said: "This is the representative of the 723 Factory, Ding Hui."

Zhang Wen nodded.

Signaling for them to sit down.

Suyao raised his head and looked at Zhang Wen.

"Factory Director Zhang is the director of the Qingtian Equipment Machinery Factory, right?"

"I don't understand why you, who build warships, want to buy our airplane factory?"

This was said very impolitely, especially on such an occasion.

"Because I need an airplane factory. Is that reason enough?"

Zhang Wen said to him.

"Enough. Factory Director Zhang is a person with technical skills, so you shouldn't treat the factory badly."

Suyao stated his thoughts directly.

While Ding Hui stepped forward and shook Zhang Wen's hand, saying: "Hello, Factory Director."

"To be honest, our factory is really in difficulty. We can't even afford to pay next month's wages."

"After you acquire us, we will be one family."

"I hope Factory Director Zhang can provide assistance."

Zhang Wen looked at him with surprise.

He actually came up talking about paying wages, not about the arrangement of leadership positions after the acquisition.

He had truly underestimated him.

It made sense; after all, those who could persist in the factory under such circumstances all had some feelings for these old factories.

"You should be clear about the acquisition conditions, right?"

Zhang Wen asked the two.

"Clear, both clear."

"On the way here, Secretary Gao already gave us the documents."

The two said simultaneously.

"Good, then let's sign the agreement."

Finally, under the witness of Secretary Gao, all three signed the agreement.

Zhang Wen held this agreement, feeling it was heavy.

Two factories, nearly 7,000 employees, just like that in his hands?

He still felt it was a bit unreal.

"Good, then let's celebrate the success of the cooperation."

"The bank loan and the government loan will arrive tomorrow."

"Next, you guys talk first."

Seeing that these three people had many things to say,

Secretary Gao tactfully withdrew first.

Zhang Wen looked at the two.

He also felt a bit numb.

"Let's go to the airplane factory to take a look first."

Zhang Wen decided immediately.

After all, it concerned future drones.

Airplane manufacturing experience must not be poor.

Although there is a big difference between drones and airplanes,

these people who build antique airplanes from the last century happen to match drones.

Both use propellers.

"Good." The two agreed first.

Then, Suyao walked downstairs.

And pushed out a bicycle.

"Sorry, I'll go borrow another one," Suyao said, looking at Zhang Wen and Ding Hui who were empty-handed.

Ding Hui was completely speechless about this person.

This is the new factory director's first day here, at least.

You ride a bicycle over, isn't that a bit too perfunctory?

Ding Hui said immediately: "It's okay, I have a car here. Let's go together."

"Our factory makes cars, so we're never short of this one."

Zhang Wen's perspective also changed a bit.

After all, there really were no sedans in the Qingtian Factory.

Then, Ding Hui took the two to a small car.

Zhang Wen looked at the small car in front of him and was instantly speechless.

This is not a car at all.

No design, and it's pitifully small.

At a glance, one could recognize it as a copy of the old GAZ car.

That thing didn't have many buyers even in the Maoxiong country.

"Let's get in the car first." Ding Hui saw that Zhang Wen's expression wasn't right.

And hurriedly said to get in.

Ding Hui specifically ran to the back seat to open the door for Zhang Wen.

As a result, he didn't expect that.

The car door went "Duang" and fell to the ground.

Zhang Wen stared straight at the car door on the ground with both eyes.

He knew that domestic cars of this era had poor quality.

But it couldn't be this bad!

What kind of thing is this!

Opening a door and it falls to the ground!

Ding Hui said embarrassedly: "Sorry, Factory Director, this is a defective product. The factory only gives it to us for free."

"Get in the car first." After saying that, Ding Hui skillfully installed the car door.

"No, you guys are already this skilled at it?"

Zhang Wen said in surprise.

After complaining, Zhang Wen squeezed into the back row.

Once seated, he felt it was really uncomfortable.

Not only was the backrest straight, but the interior space was also pitifully small, and he couldn't even stretch his legs.

"Drive," Zhang Wen said helplessly.

"Got it!" Upon hearing this, Ding Hui started turning the key directly.

He turned it several times in a row.

Before the engine started.

"Sorry, it's been sitting for a bit too long."

After explaining, he finally got the car moving.

When it started moving, Zhang Wen realized.

What the hell is called shaking.

This thing is like an old tractor, completely without suspension.

Any vibration would be transmitted to his butt without reservation.

A distance of fifteen kilometers to the airplane factory.

It could actually stall 4 times.

Zhang Wen no longer held any hope for the car factory.

Major overhaul! Must have a major overhaul!

This was the only answer in the mind of Zhang Wen, who was shaking up and down.

"We're here. Factory Director, let's get out of the car."

After Ding Hui finished speaking, the two people sitting in the back pushed open the car door and started vomiting.

It was really too bumpy to bear.

Zhang Wen, vomiting until he was dizzy, now had only one thought in his mind.

Hope there's nothing wrong with this airplane factory.

Suyao and Ding Hui helped Zhang Wen walk into the airplane factory.

As soon as Zhang Wen looked up, he saw a pile of airplanes outside the factory building.

"Factory Director, this is the An-22 airplane we manufactured, which is a very mature aircraft."

"It has a wide range of uses; it can be used as a primary trainer, a tourist plane, or an agricultural plane for spraying pesticides."

Suyao said with some pride.

"But these are designs from the old Russians decades ago."

"Haven't you made any improvements over the years?"

Zhang Wen asked suddenly.

Suyao suddenly said dejectedly: "No."

"The root cause is lack of money."

"No money means no talent, and no talent means no way to continue research and development."

Suyao said calmly.

As if all this had become commonplace for him.

"Then didn't you try to improve it yourselves?"

Zhang Wen continued to ask.

He wanted to know if these people still had the ability to accept new things.

After all, drones are a rare item now.

"Yes. We once manufactured drones."

"But the military refused."

Suyao said directly.

"What?" He didn't expect that this airplane factory in the middle of nowhere had actually made drones.

Suyao thought Zhang Wen was asking for the reason for the refusal, so he said directly: "Because the size was too small."

"The reconnaissance equipment it could carry was also insufficient."

"The endurance was even worse; the fuel it could carry into the sky was really too little."

"The more it carried, the heavier the plane, and the heavier the plane, the shorter the endurance."

"The key is that the engine noise was really too loud."

"You could hear the drone engine from several kilometers away."

"There was really no way to solve it."

"So it had to be shelved."

Suyao finished.

Zhang Wen's eyes lit up instantly.

These shortcomings, as long as they are changed to electric, are not problems at all!