In the office of Li Lu, after the afternoon meeting, Li Lu called Zhao Xu and Liu Xiangyang here to think of a way together.

"One hundred and fifty trucks is not difficult to get, the key is that there is only one month, this can't be helped." Zhao Xu couldn't come up with any good ideas even if he thought about it.

"Yes, it's a lot of time. There are only a few kinds of trucks on the market, not to mention the inland port area, it is estimated that it is difficult to collect the inventory of the whole province in a month. It is even more impossible to order from the manufacturer. Liu Xiangyang scratched his head and thought anxiously.

At present, the domestic truck market is in short supply, and many manufacturers' orders are scheduled to go two or three years later, where is the margin to squeeze out more than 100 vehicles.

What do you want these cars for, whether you want them to use them or sell them again, if Li Lu doesn't say anything, they won't ask to get to the bottom of it. has been with Li Lu for a long time, and everyone has a tacit understanding and follow-what should be known can be known, and what should not be asked will never be asked, just go and execute.

The big business mentioned in the telegram from Tang Jiu was one hundred and fifty trucks, and the buyer asked for a very tight time for the arrival of the goods. Correspondingly, the price is very good, and all payments are made in gold.

Li Lu was reading the newspapers, searched all the newspapers, and found no news about the situation in Southeast Asia. He could only try to recall the past, Tang Jiu did not explain the background of the local situation in the telegram, which made it a little difficult for Li Lu to judge.

The buyer requested home delivery.

With so many trucks, how to deliver to your door?

Li Lu continued to read the newspaper, and he had to understand the situation over there before he could decide whether to do this batch of business or not.

One hundred and fifty trucks, taking the liberation CA10 as an example, has a domestic value of more than five million Chinese dollars. Sold outside, and delivered to the door, the price is naturally higher.

Li Lu is salivaing this business - he likes gold payment, which is a leveraged hard currency.

He thought to himself, and suddenly froze, and his thoughts returned to the liberation CA10 truck. He seemed to have caught something, but he didn't have a clear clue all of a sudden.

"Xiao Liu, go find the relevant information of CA10." Li Lu pointed at Liu Xiangyang.

Liu Xiangyang didn't come back to his senses for a while, "What CA10?" ”

Zhao Xu reacted quickly, "It's just liberating the truck, right?" The old liberation used in our factory. ”

"Yes, go, get all the relevant information." Li Lu nodded.

Liu Xiangyang went immediately, and Zhao Xu got up, "Section chief, I'll help." ”

Li Lu lit a cigarette and waited.

After smoking three cigarettes, Liu Xiangyang and Zhao Xu each walked into Li Lu's office with thick yellowed kraft information bags and put them down on the desk, Liu Xiangyang wiped a handful of sweat, and said, "Third brother, all the information is here, and it was brought out from the archives." I just asked Lao Li in the archives, our factory has purchased more than 1,000 old liberation vehicles, and there are a lot of materials, and there is a new set of technical materials produced in different years. ”

Li Lu immediately picked up the information and began to browse, and the memory slowly woke up, and related fragments kept emerging.

Among the objects that can awaken the memories of people in the sixties and seventies at once, the old liberation truck is definitely in the first place. If you have to give a typical example - many classic photos of Comrade Lei Feng have the figure of the liberation CA10 truck, he is a car soldier, and he drove this truck back then. It was also this car that hit a telephone pole in an accident and hit him.

Production began in 1956 and continued until 1986, with a full 1.3 million units produced.

If it were any other truck, Li Lu would have no specific memory, but he still remembered Lao Jiefang, the first domestically produced truck that had been in service with the army in large quantities for decades.

Jiefang CA10 is the first car produced by New China, and every time it is mentioned that New China has ended its history of not being able to produce cars, the only most powerful proof is the Jiefang CA10 truck produced by the First Automobile Factory in 1956.

After that, the CA10 formed a series and began production for 30 years, becoming a memory of the times for half a century.

How can you not be deeply remembered for being able to enter the collection of the National Museum.

At this time in 1981, the CA10 series had reached the end of its life, and it was in a state where there was no change, and new replacement models had been on the market for several years, and trucks produced by other car factories had entered the market.

Li Lu vaguely remembers that in his previous life, when he returned to the Changchun factory to investigate corruption, he saw rusty trucks parked in a weedy open space in the corner of the factory. At that time, he asked a few more curious questions, and the answer was that it was actually the last batch of CA10 trucks with a history of more than 20 years, and there was a backlog of tens of thousands of units at that time.

And these outdated state-owned assets, no one wants them, and no one dares to touch them, and they have been released for more than 20 years.

According to the time, at this moment, the CA10 trucks produced by the First Automobile Factory in Changchun have begun to enter the backlog stage.

Li Lu raised his head suddenly, and his movements startled Liu Xiangyang and Zhao Xu, neither of them knew what kind of illness the boss was guilty of.

"Let's all send it back to the archives."

Throwing down a sentence, Li Lu strode out of the office.

Liu Xiangyang and Zhao Xu stood in place and looked at each other, Liu Xiangyang scratched his head and wondered, "Third brother, this is ...... I haven't heard of anything wrong with his spirit! ”

Zhao Xu shrugged his shoulders and said, "Then I don't know." ”

"Who did you learn this from?" Liu Xiangyang slapped Zhao Xu on the shoulder.

Zhao Xu rolled his eyes and said, "Wade's foreign devil ......"

The two of them moved this large pile of materials back to the archives, and they were inevitably scolded by Lao Li, the manager of the archives.

Li Lu walked quickly into the big office of the factory office, where Bai Ou was reprimanding several unfavorable officers, and when he saw Li Lu coming in, he put on a smiling face, "Section Chief Li, how can you come to the factory office ...... time?"

"Director Bai, I'll use the phone of the agency." Li Lu smiled politely and interrupted him, "I have an urgent matter to contact the First Automobile Factory." ”

Bai Ou waved his hand and smiled, pointed to the confidential room over there, and said, "No problem, go and bring Section Chief Li personally." ”

Yang Pengwu over there had already seen it, and took the opportunity to come over quickly, "Section Chief Li, I'll take you there." ”

Bai Ou stared at Li Lu's back, and his smile gradually became cold.

There is a telephone in the confidential room of the factory, which can be used to make direct calls to any military unit or regional military wiring office. Li Lu wanted to use the phone here for two reasons: he was able to contact the First Automobile Factory in the shortest possible time through the wiring bureau in the northern region, and second, because he could inquire about the situation in the name of Guangming Factory.

In the past, the first automobile factory of the first automobile factory ignored you and said nothing.

When he was about to arrive at the door of the confidential room, Yang Pengwu said in a low voice, "Section Chief, Director Bai has recommended the deputy manager of the administration department to the party committee of the factory, which may affect your plan." ”

Li Lu waved his hand and said in a suppressed voice, "I'll talk about it later." ”

With that, he walked into the confidential room.

Yang Pengwu stood at the door and sighed slightly.

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