Section 610 Factory Manager, someone invites you to drink tea
In Qinzhou.
Liu Songlan also became furious.
Before the end of the year, there will be only ten vehicles in the first batch, and Qinzhou must fight for them.
Yuzhou Province, Jiangnan Province...
This is no longer a car, this is a face.
Bai Hao's goal was achieved, and then he began to take turns inviting people to eat or being treated.
The first dinner was not at the First Ministry of Industry or the Fifth Ministry of Industry, but at the Academic Department.
As soon as Bai Hao opened his mouth, the academic department was frightened.
"Here, leader. The college entrance examination is over, and the allocation is over. Well, can you let me pick some more students among the failed students? Our Dongyuan University is poor. This year, we only recruited 40 people in advance, and later officially recruited 120 students.
Ten people. A bit small."
The people in the academic department have something to say.
Zheng Moren said: "Let me tell you a set of data, because your pursuit of a well-off society is all because of you. The total number of people taking the college entrance examination this year is less than 1.8 million. Don't refute it. Many people go to technical schools to learn skills, because they have skills.
Those who are able to work as workers in factories and live in a well-off society in two and a half years after graduating from junior high school and one and a half years after graduating from high school, the number of applicants is as high as 400,000."
Bai Hao chewed a cigarette and looked at the ceiling, his expression said something.
Blame me?
Zheng Moren added: "This year, the number of students enrolled in textile technical schools in Xia has exceeded one million. Do you think it's your fault?"
"Isn't this bad?"
"It's hard to say."
What Bai Hao was thinking about was that before he was reborn, there were countless college students, but there were no blue-collar workers.
This is definitely a bad thing.
Zheng Moren is thinking about the long term, and he is still analyzing the pros and cons of this phenomenon.
But someone gave me a clue: "By the way, how many more people are Director Bai planning to hire?"
"Well, not much."
"How much is not more?"
Bai Hao replied: "Well, I want 1,000 people for high school, 2,000 for junior college, and another 300 for undergraduates."
Zheng Moren laughed angrily, this was not enough.
But he still asked: "That's all?"
"Well, let's have another ten thousand for junior high school and junior high school."
"Okay, as long as you can afford it." Zheng Moren figured it out. There is no tuition fee anyway. You can recruit as many students as you want, as long as you have enough dormitories and enough living expenses.
In this era, schools do not charge tuition fees.
And also have to pay living expenses.
Bai Hao added at this time: "One more thing, outstanding candidates will receive a monthly subsidy starting from fifty yuan, with no upper limit."
Zheng Moren became interested when he heard this: "Tell me, you are not a fool to make money."
Bai Hao didn't hide anything: "I have no job recently. I am planning to recruit 2,000 people in the computer department alone. I need a large number of programmers. Basic programming is actually very easy, and you can get on the computer in three months.
Then the task is to type on the keyboard, keep typing, day and night."
Three months is a long time.
In three months, according to the hell-like learning method of Factory 9, all coders trained are at the master level. Those with basic skills can work on the computer and start inputting in forty-five days.
And it starts from scratch.
Zheng Moren asked again: "What about the 10,000 junior high schools?"
"I want to set up a paging station that will be networked throughout the country, and I need paging station operators. After a month of hard training, I can get on the job, and then I will gradually become familiar with it. After three months, I will be an excellent one, and after one year, I will be a master."
"Is this enough?"
Zheng Moren feels that there should be more.
Bai Hao poured wine for Zheng Moren and gave him a cigarette: "Master Zheng, I want to co-organize a new major with several universities, called ancient book restoration major. Allow us to recruit students internally. In fact, you don't allow us to do it. You allow it."
This gives us an additional mandate, which is meaningful."
"Ha, that's interesting. OK, we'll give you authorization."
Zheng Moren also understood clearly that he couldn't stop it anyway, and they couldn't actually control the University of Technology, Military Electricity, etc., so they didn't say so vigorously.
Now that we give it, we are also giving each other face.
This dinner party is over.
Bai Hao is preparing to participate in the next game.
Finally, Xu Zhengyang came.
"Director, someone invites you to taste tea."
"This..." Bai Hao was stunned for a moment.
Xu Zhengyang's tone, coupled with the words "tasting tea", made Bai Hao feel nervous.
Xu Zhengyang explained: "In the courtyard of Xia Ke Academy."
"Ah, let's go." Bai Hao breathed a sigh of relief.
Soon, in the courtyard of Xia Ke Academy, there was a very ordinary small courtyard.
Past life, present life.
Bai Hao has watched the video countless times, and the person in front of him is very familiar to him.
But this is the first time I have actually seen it with my own eyes.
Five tripods.
Old Ding!
Facing the cup of tea handed over by Elder Ding himself, Bai Hao quickly stood up and picked it up. After thinking about it, he half-crouched and picked it up with both hands, fearing that it would be too tiring for Elder Ding to reach out.
Mr. Ding smiled: "This is not the Factory Director Bai that I have heard of. I heard that Director Bai is not afraid of anything, no matter the weather or the ground, and he is fearless in overcoming obstacles."
Bai Hao was very serious: "I feel ashamed to kneel down and receive this cup of tea in front of you."
"Drinking tea." Mr. Ding changed the subject: "A few days ago, Chen Guodong came to the imperial capital to borrow information and mentioned a few words to me. You said there was no evidence, so it doesn't matter. Tell me what you heard. I calculated it wrong. This is
A good thing, a very good thing."
Bai Hao thought for a while and said directly: "Mao Xiong's is level one and a half."
"Level one and a half?" Mr. Ding fell into deep thought after hearing this.
I sat and thought for a while, then stood up and walked around a few times.
Bai Hao sat quietly, not daring to make the slightest sound. He was still holding the cup of tea in his hand, and he didn't dare to put it down. He was really afraid that the slightest sound would interrupt Mr. Ding's train of thought.
A long time passed.
"Yes."
Mr. Ding figured it out: "Yes, level one and a half. It's really level one and a half."
Ding Lao calculated that Mao Xiong could explore the moon in three stages. He also continued to calculate and study based on the three stages.
At this time, hearing Level 1 and a Half made him feel a little enlightened.
Hahaha.
Mr. Ding smiled heartily.
Sometimes, there is something wrong with just that sentence.
Mr. Ding sat down again and motioned for Bai Hao to drink tea: "Let's have a casual chat, you can talk whatever you want."
"Tell you a joke."
"Tell me, tell me." Mr. Ding listened with great interest.
Bai Hao preached.
"More than ten years ago, Meiliguo's research on large aircraft was very high-end, but suddenly it was discovered that birds were very interested in airplanes, which were suspected to have the same kind of wings. Then the windshields of Meiliguo's aircraft were constantly smashed."
"Yes." Elder Ding naturally knew about this.
Bai Hao continued:
"Then, the beautiful country studied an air cannon, put a chicken in it and shot it on the glass. The people of Gaul also spent a lot of money to buy this kind of air cannon, but no matter how they tried, the glass they studied was easily hit.
It was worn out, and even the cab was damaged, which made the Gauls very depressed."
"Then what?"
"Next, the Gauls made various requests, but the Beautiful Sound Company ignored them completely. It wasn't until the Gauls spent a lot of money that they bought a sentence."
Bai Hao laughed first: "This sentence is that the beautiful people tell the Gauls to thaw the chicken first!"
