Chapter 411 A two-pronged approach
"Boss Li!"

"Serve tea! Serve good tea!"

This time when I met Mr. Li, the treatment I received was much better than the first time we met.

As soon as he came in, Mr. Li called his secretary to make tea and even took out the fine tea that he had collected for a long time.

"Comrade Deming," he addressed her in a more friendly way, "this is the finest Shifeng Mountain Longjing Mingqian tea my comrade-in-arms in Shanghai brought me. I usually don't even want to drink it."

"But who can blame us for our close friendship?"

"Come and try it."

Wang Deming took the teacup with both hands and smiled, "Mr. Li, you are so polite."

Mr. Li looked different during this meeting. He was radiant and the wrinkles on his face seemed to be smoothed out a lot.

It's no wonder he was happy, for he had received news that the Japanese Consulate had actually taken the initiative to contact the Ministry of Foreign Trade in Beijing, requesting to provide an interest-free loan to the Tianjin Petrochemical Fiber Plant for the purchase of a complete set of equipment for the second phase.

In addition, the latest technical information is already being shipped to Tianjin by sea.

Why ship by sea? Because there is too much information, more than 10 tons, and it is too expensive to ship by air, and it is better to ship it along with the cargo ship.

In addition, a new batch of technical support personnel from Japan has arrived at the project site in Tianjin, and they are sorting out the project progress and technical coordination with an extremely dedicated spirit.

Especially in terms of technology, which was previously kept secretive, this time it is taught without reservation at all. At least in the eyes of the technicians at Tianjin Petrochemical Research Institute, it is taught without reservation.

In this way, the progress of the project in Tianjin is visibly advancing day by day, and it is expected to be completed and put into production within 3 years, no, at the fastest within 2 years.

As the person in charge of the project, wouldn't Mr. Li be the director of the petrochemical plant? There is also a great hope that he will be promoted to the Ministry of Chemical Industry.

What is the most attractive thing in the system? Status, status, and status. I have to say this three times.

Mr. Li had a bright future ahead of him, so of course he was in a good mood. Upon hearing Wang Deming's polite reply, he couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Comrade Deming, it seems that you are a lucky general of our Ministry of Foreign Trade."

"I have only been in Tianjin for a month and I have solved the problems of our Tianjin Petrochemical Fiber project."

"Haha, you should come to Tianjin more often when you have time. There is nothing delicious in winter, just hairtail and yellow croaker. When you come in spring, I will ask the project logistics department to find a boat to go fishing. I will treat you to fresh food."

"This..." Li Dongdong was about to refute. How could this be called a blessing? This was clearly a condition that the Ministry of Foreign Trade had fought hard for with the Japanese side.

Wang Deming interrupted him with a light cough, "Mr. Li is right, but I am not only a lucky general of the Ministry of Foreign Trade, but also a lucky general of you, Mr. Li."

"Haha, that's right!"

"Come and have some tea." Mr. Li was very happy with Wang Deming's answer. Originally, I was the first person responsible for the Tianjin project. Moreover, the Japanese took the initiative to find the Ministry of Foreign Trade to designate the Tianjin Petrochemical Fiber Project. It can be said that my personal connections played a role.

These young people have achieved their work results only because of me. They must distinguish the priorities clearly.

Wang Deming felt what Mr. Li was thinking deep in his heart and could only ask the heavens in silence. Fortunately, the project did solve some external problems.

The rest is the internal part, which is the most difficult. Wang Deming smiled and raised his teacup to taste the tea. The Mingqian Longjing tea from Shifeng Mountain is indeed a good tea, but it has been stored for almost a year, and the taste is obviously wrong. The bitterness is too strong, and the fragrance is completely gone.

He casually glanced at Mr. Li, who was immersed in the aroma of tea.
After taking another sip and chatting with Mr. Li about future projects, Wang Deming turned the conversation to the Tianjin Petrochemical Research Institute. "Mr. Li, before I came to the construction site, I talked with Mr. Jingxia, the technical representative of the Japanese side, about the technology transfer between our two sides."

"I think he is not very satisfied with our current contact personnel arrangement. He thinks that one is that they are a bit old, and the other is that the person in charge of the institute does not seem to understand technology very well, which makes their work very limited."

"I'm also curious about where the researchers who previously worked with Japanese technicians have gone. If they are still here, the technology transfer and connection will be smoother and the project progress will be faster. If the Federal Republic of Germany continues to cooperate like this, there will be absolutely no problem with the project going into production in two years."

"Is that so?" After hearing what Wang Deming said, Mr. Li's smile disappeared. He frowned and slowly put down the teacup. For a moment, the office fell into silence.
Tick-tock, the clock on the wall kept turning, but Mr. Li had not given any response yet.

He was struggling and thinking deeply. Of course he was concerned about the progress of the project, as it was related to his work performance. He had finally been able to make a comeback, and he felt a sense of urgency as time was running out.

However, the issue Wang Deming mentioned is very sensitive. Some people in the institute were promoted during the special era, and some were assigned from the Workers, Peasants and Soldiers University.

Now the former technical director has returned to continue serving as the director. In addition to being reassigned to the first-line refining and chemical workshops, these people have been assigned to other places, such as the large third line and small third line.

On the one hand, he had to give face to the director of the institute, and on the other hand, it would be troublesome to transfer these people back.

However, he did not refuse directly. He said slowly: "Comrade Wang Deming, I will hold a meeting with the technical comrades in the Petrochemical Research Institute and our project team in the near future."

"Let's discuss the docking and absorption of imported technologies."

"I'll give you an answer after we have discussed this."

"After all, our party is a democratic centralist party. Although I agree with you on some issues, I still need to consider the opinions of my comrades."

Since there was no point in talking any more, Wang Deming stood up and said goodbye. As soon as he left, Li Dongdong was furious, "What kind of person is this!"

"They always use their seniority to bully others and push things around. How can they have the Daqing spirit of rising to the challenge even when there are difficulties and creating difficulties even when there are none?"

"People who don't know the truth may think that he is the one who pushed all the chemical fiber projects in Tianjin."

"Take advantage of your age!"

Wang Deming smiled but did not answer. If it was because of these, he would not come back, and he would not come back for these people.

After returning to Tianjin, he went to the Petrochemical Research Institute while there was still some time before the train to Beijing, not to look for the director, but to go underground.

Before, Wang Deming found the director of the institute. The director worked in a cadre school during a special period and received a very good education, but the older he got, the harder his temper became and he could not tolerate any opinions.

In particular, he hated technicians who graduated from workers, peasants and soldiers, believing that these people were all idlers, had no foundation, and were even less likely to have research capabilities. Therefore, as soon as he returned to work, he would directly arrange these people to work on the front line.

Either arrange to go to the third front and call on to make contributions.

You have no choice but to go. These days it's just a transfer order.

Therefore, a grain of sand from the times is like a mountain pressing down on ordinary people.

(End of this chapter)