Rebirth of the Flying Era Chapter 1376

 This evening, Director Guo came home. His lover Liu Fengxia, also known as "Sister Liu", had just gotten off work and was cooking.

Even though she is a woman from Sichuan Province, she has not evolved the skill of "working and managing Shu to the mountains". Seeing Director Guo enter the room, she said: "Wash your hands and eat."

Director Guo responded, hung up his briefcase and coat, and went to the bathroom to wash his hands.

Just then, Liu Fengxia came out with the dishes. Seeing Director Guo's expression, she asked in surprise: "What happened?"

 Liu Fengxia has this ability. She can tell at a glance that something is wrong with her man.

Director Guo had no intention of hiding anything and told him everything about his visit to Du Fei today.

Liu Fengxia suddenly frowned and cursed: "This guy surnamed Wang, isn't he using you as a gunman? He knows that the fire equipment company is hiding something, why doesn't he go alone? He knows it's not easy to mess with, so he hides there by himself Behind." After saying that, he glared at Director Guo: "You too, if someone digs a hole for you, you just jump into it. Is Du Fei easy to mess with? Every one of those who opposed him in the past is a good one. What happened?"

Director Guo said helplessly: "Hey, you don't know what's going on at our place. How can I prevaricate at this time? Doesn't that give people more excuses?"

Liu Fengxia was silent, but this was also the case, and asked again: "Then how did you escape?"

Director Guo said sarcastically: "Um... isn't Shen Jianing there? She happened to pass by, so I took the opportunity to run away."

Sister Liu curled her lips, but did not react much. Instead, she was still worried: "This kind of thing can't be avoided in the first year of junior high school, but not in the fifteenth day. We still have to find a complete solution."

Director Guo smiled bitterly: "There is no surefire solution. Have a fight with me after dinner, and then send me to the hospital overnight."

Sister Liu's eyes lit up: "Are you planning to pretend that you are ill or not? Or are you too narrow-minded?"

 Later in the middle of the night, in the bedroom on the second floor of a two-story building, the lights in the room came on with a knock on the door.

"What's going on?" A man in his fifties asked, holding his arms. The quilt slipped off his body, and he was shirtless. Although he was older, he was still covered in tendons, and his dark skin was densely covered with... Various wounds, including knife wounds and gunshot wounds.

Outside the door, the guard said: "Report to the chief, Director Li's phone number. He said he has something urgent to report to you."

When the man heard this, he frowned. One of his eyes was a fake eye, and he immediately got up and put on his clothes.

 When I raised my hand, I only had the index finger and thumb on my left hand, and the other three fingers were all broken off.

Beside him, the woman in a sweater also woke up and asked softly what was wrong?

The man said solemnly: "Xiao Li called and said there was something urgent."

 After saying that, he stood up, put on his long pajamas, opened the door and went out.

 This person is exactly the "man named Wang" mentioned by Director Guo and his wife before.

Wang Bingkun was born in the military, but now works in the education department. Although he is also the director, he is two levels higher than Director Guo.

 At the same time, he is also the staunchest supporter of the worker, peasant, and soldier student system.

Director Wang opened the door and followed the security guard to the office downstairs quickly. Before he put down the phone, he went over and picked it up: "Hello, I'm Wang Bingkun, Xiao Li, what's going on?"

Director Li's voice immediately came over the phone: "Director Wang, I just learned that at midnight tonight, at twelve o'clock, Lao Guo suddenly fell ill and called an ambulance."

When Wang Bingkun heard this, he was also surprised: "What kind of disease is it? It's so serious!"

 Calling an ambulance is obviously not an ordinary situation.

Director Li said on the other side of the phone: "I just got here, and the specific situation is not clear yet. I am currently rescuing him. However, he seems to have had a quarrel with his wife..."

 Director Wang was a little confused and didn't react for a moment: "Fighting with his wife?... He was just playing the piano randomly!"

At this time, Director Wang's wife also came downstairs wearing clothes. She put down the phone and asked what happened?

 Director Wang said briefly, then picked up the cigarette and lit it.

His lover sneered and said, "I told you earlier that Xiao Guo's wife is a debt collector. Apart from her good-looking skin, what other advantages does she have? She is a mother and son who cause trouble."

Director Wang said: "Okay, stop saying a few sarcastic words. Everyone is like this. Let's keep our morals."

Director Wang's lover curled his lips and said nothing.

Director Wang warned again: "By the way, don't go out and talk about this matter tomorrow, otherwise everyone will know about it."

"Okay, I know~" Director Wang's wife responded impatiently, turned around and went back upstairs.

Wang Bingkun sighed and looked out the dark window. He didn't go back to sleep until he finished smoking a cigarette.

 Early the next morning, Wang Bingkun had just arrived at the unit.

It was cloudy in the morning and it seemed like it was going to snow again. He rubbed the place where his broken finger was. Whenever it was going to rain or snow, it felt like there were ants crawling under the broken finger.

At this moment, someone came to see him. It was Director Li who called last night.

 “Xiao Li~” Wang Bingkun touched the heater in the office.

 Director Li came in and explained Director Guo's situation.

Director Wang frowned and said, "So the situation is quite serious?"

Director Li nodded: "From what the doctor said, it seems to be a heart problem that requires further examination, but it is not life-threatening."

 Director Wang said: "That's good~"

Director Li hesitated slightly and then said: "Director, do you think this is such a coincidence? He was hospitalized as soon as he was asked to find Du Fei. This..."

Wang Bingkun frowned and was doubtful in his heart, but the hospital had already issued a diagnosis for this kind of thing, so there was nothing he could do about it. He could only kill too many people and everyone was hospitalized, so what else could he do.

In this situation, no one can jump out and insist that Director Guo is pretending to be ill. That would be too much.

Director Li asked again: "What should Du Fei do now?"

Wang Bingkun said with a firm face: "This is a matter of principle, we must not give in! That Du Fei is indeed very capable, and I can understand some of his thoughts, but... God will not allow anyone to destroy the system of workers, peasants, soldiers, and students!"

Director Li opened his mouth and exhorted: "Chief, why did you come here?"

He is not only Director Wang's subordinate, but also served as Director Wang's bodyguard, and they came through the war together.

Director Li said: "In the past few years, you have offended many people for the workers, peasants and soldiers, and now this... I heard that this Du Fei is not ordinary..."

Bala Bala said a lot about Du Fei's deeds, some of which were exaggerated.

 The core thing is that I want Director Wang to give in a little bit and not be so rigid.

Director Wang did not interrupt. He rubbed his stinging palms and frowned, his expression becoming more serious.

It wasn't until the other party finished speaking that he said in a deep voice: "I know what you are saying, and I am not targeting Du Fei. But so many of our comrades shed blood and sacrificed their lives back then, why did we conquer this country? Isn't it just to let the common people, Let the poor stand up and make the decision? You all say that the examination is fair, don't I know? But the question is, who are the people who pass the examination and go to college? They are either the children of landlords and capitalists, or the children of the old bureaucrats. These people have families With the supervision of their parents, they naturally have an advantage in learning over the children of workers and farmers. They understand the importance of studying and going to school. They know in their bones what it means to have a house of gold in a book..."

 Director Li was silent, this is reality and cannot be denied.

Especially in high school, those who study well and rank first in exams, if you check their family background... I can't say absolutely, but it is like this in proportion.

Director Wang continued: "I admit that there are good children, but what will happen if these people are admitted to college? We won on the battlefield, and as a result, their descendants can still climb to high positions. Those of ordinary workers and farmers Children, those people from old, young, border and poor areas paid a huge price and made huge contributions during the war years, but they never got ahead..."

Wang Bingkun said, clenching his hands tightly, and the veins on the back of his hands bulged.

 Director Li sighed. He didn't understand the old chief's persistence.

Everyone knows that entrance examinations and merit-based admissions are fair and can best select the most promising students.

 But what Director Wang wants is not fairness, but changing the class structure of intellectuals and cultivating intellectuals who truly belong to the people.

 But how easy is this?

Du Fei didn't know this. If he knew, he would admire Wang Bingkun's persistence, but would not agree with his ideas.

The idea is good, but Du Fei can't wait, and neither can the Guo family. Today's Huaguo is not qualified to waste resources and time on this issue.

 Nowadays, a good cat is considered a good cat if it can catch mice. Du Fei needs more, countless good cats. As for what kind and color they will be, these conditions can only be ranked later for the time being.

Moreover, Wang Bingkun's idea is too idealistic. Although there are drawbacks to the exam, can he really achieve his goal by creating a recommendation system like this?

I'm afraid it may backfire.

 But this is exactly what he insists on, and no one can change it.

 Yesterday, Director Guo came over. Although he gave up halfway, Du Fei also saw the other party's persistence.

Dad Zhu said before that this matter needs to be considered in the long term, but Du Fei still thinks that waiting for one year to implement the preparatory class is too long, so he simply plans to add fuel to the fire.

 He went straight to Director Nie.

In Director Nie's office, Du Fei chuckled: "Uncle Nie, this is the situation. Do you think it's easy for me to do something~"

Director Nie frowned. In fact, he had heard about what Du Fei said, especially the high-profile exam some time ago. As a result, thousands of people attended many universities in the capital, and only ten people passed the exam in the end.

At that time, when Director Nie heard the news, he knew that Du Fei had not held back his idea.

 As expected, I'm waiting here~

He said seriously: "Tell me the truth, kid, what happened in the last exam? Did you deliberately embarrass others, or what happened?"

Du Fei stopped laughing, Director Nie had opened the skylight and made a clear statement. He could no longer smile playfully.

He said sternly: "Uncle Nie, it takes ten years to grow trees and a hundred years to cultivate people. How dare I play tricks on such a big thing? Besides, whether they recruit students by examination or by workers, peasants and soldiers, it has nothing to do with me. I just want qualified graduates, it's that simple." As long as they can provide me with 10,000 qualified graduates a year, I won't even give a damn, I'll stop immediately and go to work to live my life.”

Director Nie pursed his lips slightly. Du Fei was right in saying this. He indeed had no interest in it.

But another key word was captured: "Ten thousand people a year? Your appetite is really big."

Du Fei said seriously: "Uncle Nie, I'm really not bragging. America's famous Boeing companies and McDonnell Douglas companies don't have more than 100,000 employees, and our Anshan Iron and Steel Co., Ltd. has more than 400,000 people. Our firefighting company The equipment company currently only has 50,000 people. If it wants to develop, even if it is 10,000 people a year, it will take ten years to reach the peak of Boeing."

Director Nie was deep in thought. He could see that Du Fei was not just talking casually. The development of the fire equipment company under Du Fei's hands in recent years was obvious to all.

 It is not impossible to develop into a super enterprise with hundreds of thousands of people in the future.

 Because the several industries that fire equipment companies are currently involved in are all industrial categories that can accommodate a large number of jobs.

More importantly, Duffy has done quite well in every category.

 It is an exaggeration to say that 10,000 college students can be digested in one year, but at a discount, it is definitely rich and abundant.

 The current situation cannot meet Du Fei's needs at all.

Director Nie thought for a while and said, "I know about this. You can go back first~"

Du Fei quickly responded and stood up.

Director Nie did not forget his last words: "Go back and calm down for me, don't make any more trouble, do you hear me?"

Du Fei quickly agreed, and the matter should be over at this point.

At least he should really stop his activities, otherwise if he gets involved again, he will easily get into trouble and get burned.

Du Fei didn't know how the higher-ups coordinated the situation afterwards. Anyway, it was as if the incident had never happened, and there was no movement in all aspects.

 It was not until the New Year that news suddenly spread that new practices would be implemented in the future examinations, and a dual admission method of worker, peasant and soldier students and examinations would be implemented in parallel.

 The admission ratio for both schools is temporarily 50/50, and based on the current economic situation, it has been decided to expand the number of students enrolled.

 The number of admitted students nationwide will reach 350,000, and will increase year by year in the future.

In addition, Du Fei's plan to turn the 8270 Factory Technical School into a Fire Technology University was also approved.

 However, Du Fei could not care about these situations at this time.

 Because just after the New Year, just a few days after 1974, something happened in Nanyang.

Du Fei was sitting in the office, thinking silently.

 He was keenly aware that this incident was certainly unusual. According to the current situation, it could not be an accident and must be intentional.

Du Fei's face was gloomy, and he cursed in his heart that the South Vietnamese people had been kicked in the head by a donkey. They were just grasshoppers after the autumn, but they didn't think they would live long enough to provoke him!

　　If there is nothing fishy here, I would not believe it even if I beat Du Fei to death.

Who is behind it?

At this moment, the phone on the table suddenly rang.

Du Fei came to his senses and immediately reached out to pick it up: "Hey dad... okay, I'll go over now."

It was Zhu's father's call. After Du Fei answered the call, he immediately took the car there.

 Seeing him in the office, Dad Zhu said in a deep voice: "Do you know everything about the situation in Nanyang?"

Du Fei nodded.

Dad Zhu asked: "What are your plans?"

Du Fei said: "We are currently facing a confrontation. However, the situation this time is a bit strange. It is difficult for me to make a next judgment until I understand it clearly."

Dad Zhu was very satisfied with Du Fei's calm reaction and said solemnly: "If something like this happened, you probably wouldn't be able to stay at home. Go and have a look~"

Du Fei nodded, and then left after hearing some instructions from Dad Zhu.

 Until I returned to the fire equipment company, it was another work arrangement.

 Originally, when Du Fei came back last time, he really planned to settle down for a while, have a good rest, and read some books.

Who would have known that it had only been more than two months, and before the Spring Festival, I would have to go out again.

I don't know how long this trip will take, and there is a high probability that I will not be able to catch up with Zhu Ting's delivery.

 Simply sort out and distribute the work of the unit.

At present, in the fire equipment company, other factories are proceeding step by step, and only the University of Science and Technology is in a mess.

Du Fei originally wanted to watch the whole process in person, but had to let go.

 The construction of the new campus was all handed over to Shen Jianing, and the experts and professors brought in from various places were received and arranged by Zhang Wenzhong.

Hello to Qin Huairou, say goodbye to Zhu Ting, and then get on the plane.

This time Du Fei still took the same K-8 passenger plane that he took to the Middle East.

 Although this type of turboprop-engined passenger aircraft is slower and noisier than a jet airliner, it is still more comfortable than a transport aircraft of the same type.

Especially when I came back this time, the aircraft manufacturer completely renovated the interior of the K-8. A large amount of sound insulation cotton was filled in the fuselage to isolate the noise and vibration from the engine, which greatly improved the riding experience of this aircraft.

Du Fei set off from the capital at 8 a.m. and arrived at Kuching Airport after a five-hour and thirty-minute flight.

 Although it is January, it does not affect the extreme heat in the equatorial region.

As the plane came to a stop and the cabin door opened, a burst of hot air rushed in.

Stepping out of it, the sun above your head casts a dazzling glare that makes it difficult to open your eyes.

Du Fei raised his hand to cover his face, walked down the gangway, and looked at the people picking up the plane below.

 Suddenly, his eyes narrowed, and he saw a person in the crowd who shouldn't be there!

Chapter end