Although Fang Zhe often comes to the Imperial Capital, it is difficult for him to adapt to the climate here. To be precise, he cannot adapt to the dry winter here. Thanks to the Three North Shelter Forest, sandstorms at the transition between winter and spring are now very rare.
Due to the terrain, the bad air in the Imperial Capital is particularly bad in winter and early spring. When I got off the plane and looked up, everything was shrouded in a gray filter. Needless to say, there was no wind in the Imperial Capital today, and it hadn't rained or snowed much recently.
Yun Yun can already walk unsteadily. She may fall at any time and can barely control her balance.
"Didn't my family buy a walker?" Yun Jue dropped her luggage and bent down to pick up the child. Yun Yun struggled and resisted, screaming and making a dissatisfied sound.
"It's not a bad thing for a child to fall when he's learning to walk." Meng Tingzhi glanced at Fang Zhe with a slightly dissatisfied look, and Fang Zhe quickly greeted: "Happy New Year, Mom!"
This title brought a smile on Meng Tingzhi's face: "Happy New Year to Fang Zhe."
Meng Tingzhi, who is not working in the host unit, still has a lot of free time. Apart from taking care of the children, her attention is mainly focused on Yun Jue, and Fang Zhe is also receiving attention. The two are not married, which is a knot in Meng Tingzhi's heart.
But Yun Jue didn't struggle, and she had nothing to say. Yun Jue was unhappy if she talked too much, and the harmonious relationship was ruined.
Yun Jue went away to play with her child, leaving Meng Tingzhi and Fang Zhe sitting and talking in the living room.
"Fang Zhe, how is the progress of your chip industry? The country has also had related plans recently." Meng Tingzhi is not lying. For the sake of security strategy at the national level, there are related technology reserve projects. But this thing is in the civilian market.
The competitiveness is not strong. Fang Zhe has a clear memory. After the successful release of L-core development, there was all kinds of disdain and slander on the Internet.
In the past, Fang Zhe did feel that domestic technology was not good enough and that scientific research funds were all wasted. Later, he realized that this type of speech on the Internet was probably an organized behavior. The reason was simple: to combat potential competitors.
Regardless of whether you are technologically advanced or backward, once you pose a potential threat to others, you will definitely be hit.
"I am a private enterprise, no matter how well it develops, it is just an enterprise. The chip industry is a huge industrial chain, and what I do is only the closed loop of the lowest production stage. Out of the need for chip performance development, I also do some design work.
Work. As far as the entire industry chain is concerned, the top-level structure is not in my hands." Fang Zhe was not being modest, but telling the truth.
"Yes, there was a seminar some time ago. There were many scholars attending the meeting, many of whom have great influence in the education sector. They talk about the division of labor in the global industrial chain. It seems that they can't speak without this.
"Meng Tingzhi, who has been in charge of the front line for a long time, has a deep understanding of the actual situation. In her current position, even if she is dissatisfied, it is hard to say anything. She can only complain to Fang Zhe.
Fang Zhe understood that this was a problem caused by idleness, and decided to cooperate and make a tree hole.
"I used to think that scientific research institutions were relatively pure, but when I actually worked there, I realized that it was not the same thing at all..." As expected, Meng Tingzhi complained that during the Chinese New Year, she used Fang Zhe to vent her depression.
Well, well, well, what else can Fang Zhe do, he can only cooperate well, and he has to say: "After all, we are doing scientific research at public expense, and the fund pool is only so big. If you take more bites, others will lose one bite. Someone else's
There are rivers and lakes everywhere."
Both of them have enough social experience, and they really have a good taste in chatting. Probably because Meng Tingzhi rarely speaks his mind, he has a half-son-in-law who can understand and has a sufficient social status, so it is easy to talk.
It’s almost time. It can be said that the depression I have accumulated at work for a long time has been revealed this time, and I feel better after saying it.
When the nanny came out to greet her for dinner, Meng Tingzhi stood up without feeling satisfied.
Yun Jue took the child out and asked, "What are you talking about? You are so involved."
Meng Tingzhi roughly explained, and Yun Jue glanced at Fang Zhe sympathetically. When she was at home, every time Meng Tingzhi wanted to complain, she didn't like to hear it. The reason was very simple. In the past, Meng Tingzhi was a local official, even if something went wrong.
It's a place where I have the opportunity to release my emotions at work. Now that I'm a second-tier worker, I can't say that I don't have much power, I can only say that I don't have much power.
In this state, how could Meng Tingzhi, a person who is used to being the chief official, be in a good mood? This is normal, and he will be calm in two years. Taking a moment, Yun Jue gently elbowed Fang Zhe: "I have wronged you.
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Fang Zhe shook his head with a smile: "No really. Chatting with mom is very informative. Different circles have different stories. It's not a bad thing to listen to. After chatting for a while, I deeply understood what a technocrat is."
"This is the imperial capital. Everyone is at the feet of the emperor. Let's put it this way, balance and stability are the most important."
What Yun Jue said was very interesting. Fang Zhe reached out and picked up Yun Yun. The little girl actually didn't resist at all and quietly pressed her face against his chest. Fang Zhe licked his lips and took the words with a smile: "
Any system is divided into organizers and submissives, and the function of the organizer is to divide the cake. Once a system appears and the organizer cannot take more care of the interests of the submissives at the middle and lower levels, social polarization will accelerate. Social unrest will also occur.
It just followed.”
"No, why do you like to study this kind of problem?" Yun Jue asked curiously.
"It's normal, okay? I am always reminding myself that I must take care of the interests of the lower-level employees. They (them) are the front line of production. If the front line of production cannot be stabilized, a job without hope will be numb.
Once you become numb, you will lose your passion for work. In normal working conditions, the probability of catching fish is 60-70%. In a state of numbness, the probability of catching fish can reach 90%. The low efficiency of front-line workers is a loss for capitalists.
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Sorry to bother you, I thought the capitalists' conscience found out.
Yun Jue gave her a shameless look. Fang Zhe smiled and hugged her daughter as she walked around the living room while waiting for the meal.
After dinner, Meng Tingzhi chatted with Fang Zhe again. This time he did not complain, but cared about Fang Zhe's property. By the way, he mentioned some people, so that if Fang Zhe was really in trouble, he could go visit him. Regarding Fang Zhe's
Zhe Xinran said there was no problem and expressed her gratitude. Meng Tingzhi's presence was absolutely strong that day, after all, he was the legendary richest man.
While sleeping, Yun Jue stood by and added insult to injury: "We agreed to stay for three days. I'll see if you can bear it tomorrow."