At noon, Fan Wuxian mentioned this problem to his father Fan Heng at the dinner table.

Fan Heng's brows immediately furrowed, put the chopsticks on the table, and said to Fan Wuxian, "Don't talk nonsense, where did you hear this news?" ”

"People outside are talking about it, and people are panicking." Fan Wuxian naturally couldn't say that the teachers were talking about this at school, so he replied lightly.

In fact, the teachers of the children's schools under the factory are all controlled by the factory, and it is unrealistic to say that there is no relationship with the local government at all, but the relationship is not big in short, in the final analysis, the wages of the classroom workers in the children's schools are paid by the factory, and the factory has the right to decide on the school, and the Bureau of Culture and Education has no say in this regard.

Therefore, the teachers in the school are basically related to the big and small leaders in the factory, and they are naturally much better informed than ordinary people.

As soon as Fan Heng heard Fan Wuxian mention the matter of converting from military to civilian, and thought that he had just gone to school today, how could he not know where this word came from? However, if the mouth grows on someone else's head, it can't be blocked. Moreover, several leaders in the factory also wanted to hear the views of the masses on the conversion of military to civilian use, which could be used as a reference to some extent.

Zhang Mei asked, "There is no wind and no waves, it seems that the conversion of the military to the civilian is inevitable, what are your plans?" ”

Fan Heng sighed and said, "It's a lot of pressure!" ”

As for the matter of converting military to civilian use, it is really too much involved. With the current production capacity of the Pingyuan factory, if the military compresses orders and the demand for products is reduced to one-third or less of previous years, it means that two-thirds of the machines in the whole factory are idle, and the corresponding personnel have no economic resources, which is a big deal, and the problem of eating for thousands of workers and their families has a total of tens of thousands of people, and the factory itself needs to solve it.

In one sentence, find a way to feed yourself, go to the market, and survive the fittest.

But can the people of the Plains Factory, who have been accustomed to the planned economy for decades, and the workers of many other military enterprises with the same or similar experience, turn this corner at once?

At least for now, in the current domestic environment, Fan Heng has not been able to see a relatively bright prospect.

As the deputy director in charge of production, Fan Heng's courage on his shoulders is even heavier, which way should the factory go if it wants to turn into civilian products? What kind of breakthrough direction to choose? That's a big problem! Although the secretary and the factory director have more decision-making power in this matter, as Fan Heng, he first has to find a project with good development prospects according to the existing production capacity and technical advantages of the Pingyuan Factory, otherwise relying on a group of political cadres to decide the future of the factory is simply asking the question.

Zhang Mei patted her husband on the shoulder and didn't say anything, but the comfort was undoubtedly revealed, and she had been the deputy director of the Culture and Education Bureau for several years, so she could naturally deeply understand Fan Heng's hardship and helplessness.

Fan Wuxian also patted Fan Heng's shoulder, made a serious gesture, and said to Fan Heng, "Old comrade, don't worry. God is hungry and blind finches, and the scenery should be long-sighted. Although the road is tortuous, the future is bright. In general, our country is going to move forward, don't be frightened by the little difficulties in front of us, break through this hurdle, and welcome us with a great tomorrow! ”

Zhang Mei glared and slapped Fan Wuxian's hand away, "It's not big or small, how can anyone talk to your dad like this?" ”

Fan Heng looked at Fan Wuxian a little speechlessly, pointed at him and said to Zhang Mei, "That's how our minister talked to us-"

At that time, the military industrial enterprises were all under the management of the Ministry of Regulation, such as the × Ministry of Industry and the like, each with its own division of labor, so the heads of the factory often had to go to the ministry for meetings.

"Next year will be a very critical year for our family!" Zhang Mei said to everyone, "Fan Ting is going to take the college entrance examination, Fan Kang is going to take the high school entrance examination, if you are not sick, you also have to take the small examination, this is the year of the exam for our family." ”

Fan Ting and Fan Kang buried their heads in eating, time is really money for them now, all kinds of review materials will drown them, where is there any leisure to laugh with the adults.

Fan Heng thought to himself, next year will not be an exam for me? It's just that my exam is much more important than Fan Ting and Fan Kang's, if they don't do well, it will affect only one person and a family, and if I don't do well, it will affect the food of tens of thousands of people.

Fan Heng suddenly found that he had never felt so tired as he did today.

The higher the position, the greater the responsibility, the previous Fan Heng, only need to do a good job in his own team, after he became the workshop director, it is necessary to make overall arrangements for the work of the entire assembly workshop, and now he is the deputy director in charge of production, the things he has to consider are not limited to a certain workshop, the production tasks of dozens of workshops and offices up and down the whole factory, there is no one that is not attached to his heart.

Nowadays, it is necessary to engage in the conversion of the military to the people, although in terms of time, it has not yet reached the point of exhaustion, but there is an old saying, the first strike is strong, the market is this thing, there is no such thing, but it does not wait for anyone! How to transfer most of the production capacity of the Pingyuan Factory to the production of civilian products, and how to ensure that the Pingyuan Factory can survive and develop in the fierce market competition, this question has always haunted his mind.

The weather has gradually cooled down, this year's winter seems to be earlier than in previous years, it is only the end of November, the outside has been dripping into ice, the dripping water under the eaves has gathered into icicles, hanging down sharply, like an awl, may fall at any time, the glass of the window is also covered with water vapor condensed window flowers, blocking the outward view, looking at the dense clouds in the sky, Fan Heng knows that a heavy snow is coming.

What will it look like next year?;