"Hey, hey, hey, watch your words. It's just a relocation, what do you mean 'fleeing in the dead of night'?"
Old Sun, the gatekeeper, unceremoniously addressed the three well-off islanders in front of him.
The young factory director said they were moving to a new location, and it was rumored they had spent a considerable sum of money.
How did it become "fleeing" in their mouths?
Alright, while Yamazaki didn't mean it exactly like that, it was close enough.
Old Sun glared at them.
"Supervisor, I told you, this car factory and their director, Wang Yu, are all a facade,"
Takemoto advised from the side, his words juxtaposed against the backdrop of the car factory's workers bustling about.
Some were moving equipment, some were loading everything onto trucks for transport, and others were busy packing, cleaning, and tidying up. In short, they were working enthusiastically.
With such a scene, who wouldn't believe they were fleeing?
Yamazaki's expression was odd. Such things were quite common in their island nation. It seemed he had overthought it; that Wang Yu was just a man seeking fame.
He merely wanted to ride on the reputation of their world-leading smelting technology, the Tianyi Steel Company, to gain recognition.
Otherwise, why would they issue a challenge to him, only to have the entire factory relocate immediately? If this isn't fleeing, what is?
Relocation for a factory is not as simple as ordinary people moving their homes. It involves many steps and complex considerations. How can it be done so casually?
"Let's go. It seems there's nothing interesting here."
Yamazaki muttered dismissively, then shook his head and instructed the two behind him.
"I told you, Supervisor Yamazaki, you're making a mountain out of a molehill," Takemoto said nonchalantly. "We didn't need to pay attention to that ridiculous challenge at all."
"No, the challenge must be answered," Yamazaki said thoughtfully, nodding. "There's a saying in this country: 'Kill the chicken to warn the monkeys.' Since we're going to seize the market here, let's kill an overconfident chicken to show the other monkeys."
Yamazaki looked at the busy car factory workers, his gaze profound.
"Only then can we quickly establish a foothold and completely monopolize the market within three years, with our Tianyi Steel Company calling the shots."
"I see, Supervisor is brilliant!" Takemoto and the young subordinate nodded repeatedly. "Then we'll arrange it right away and accept his challenge."
"Exactly, not only accept it, but make the fanfare as grand as possible," Yamazaki instructed, nodding.
"Understood, Supervisor Yamazaki! I will make the arrangements immediately!"
The three turned and left, leaving behind the scene of the car factory workers busily relocating.
...
Time flew by, and three days passed in the blink of an eye.
Wang Yu had been busy arranging the relocation for these three days.
Secretary Yang had helped him connect with sources, finding a large piece of land, including the land and factory buildings and equipment. It originally belonged to eight bankrupt enterprises and factories, with nearly five hundred people in total.
Secretary Yang was very satisfied with this, as Wang Yu had genuinely solved a major problem for him.
By allowing these closed factories to revitalize, he solved employment issues and gave a sense of belonging to the workers who were constantly clamoring and causing trouble.
Especially among them was a state-owned factory – the Third Textile Factory.
The county had been injecting tens of thousands of yuan in transfusion and rescue funds for them annually, a bottomless pit.
Now, not only did they no longer need to be subsidized, but some funds could even be recovered. This naturally delighted Secretary Yang.
So, he casually waved his hand and gave all the fixed assets of the textile factory to Wang Yu... after all, they were useless in his hands.
Fortunately, the concept of selling land for prosperity had not yet emerged, and land was not as valuable, so it was readily allocated to Wang Yu.
Wang Yu was also very pleased. These eight factories, connected as one, occupied a vast piece of land. In later years, this would have been prime real estate.
However, unfortunately, Wang Yu had no interest in such things. He only wanted to diligently and patiently focus on manufacturing technology, to strengthen the nation through hard work and build prosperity through manufacturing.
This large tract of land was perfect for him to build an industrial park, and the 8 million yuan was a worthwhile investment.
As for the nearly one hundred female textile workers from the Third Textile Factory, he was even more delighted!
Don't misunderstand, it wasn't that Wang Yu had any special intentions.
It was simply that female workers were generally more meticulous and dexterous than the rough, burly men from his car factory, making them more suitable for fine work.
For example, the assembly work for his latest personal stereo product.
If he had those muscle men with fingers as thick as carrots do it... it would be more painful than killing them!
Yes, most workers during that era were muscular. Although their physiques weren't as exaggerated as those who worked out, they were all genuinely brawny.
Even Wang Yu, a desk worker, could build a substantial bulge by flexing his arm, much more robust than the effeminate men of later generations... cough!
The topic has strayed. The Third Textile Factory was also suitable for trade with the Ice Bear Kingdom.
Although the equipment was somewhat outdated, the products produced were eliminated due to old styles and unsuitability for market demand, leading to the factory's closure.
However, they were very suitable for export to the Ice Bear Kingdom. In their current situation, they didn't care about aesthetic appearance, as long as the quality was good!
Their industrial technology had taken a strange turn. They could build airplanes, cannons, aircraft carriers, and tanks, but their light industry was highly dependent on imports, almost non-existent.
Now, with the economic crisis, they were completely finished, otherwise, those contract manufacturers wouldn't have proposed settling the fees through clothing and food.
After thinking for a moment, Wang Yu decided to specifically design and improve the existing textile equipment to further enhance their efficiency.
Over the three days, Wang Yu had been coordinating and integrating all the resources. The workers, under the leadership of the old director Li Ming, Feng Daochun, and Han Jun, were each doing their own tasks.
With the experience of receiving state-owned factory workers last time, they handled this task with ease and quickly assigned all nearly 500 workers from the eight factories.
Everyone was working hard, even those like Brother Hu who came over to help with errands. In short, the atmosphere was prosperous and vibrant.
In just three days, the new production line had been preliminarily set up.
The equipment had also been assembled and transported, and they were now waiting for the raw materials and parts ordered from the Ice Bear Kingdom and the semi-finished products for processing. They could start production at any time.
Wang Yu mused.
Three days. It was also the time for the first batch of deliveries promised by the Ice Bear Kingdom!
However, as the day was nearing its end, Wang Yu had still not received any news from them, indicating he had been stood up.
But then again, three days was a bit rushed, and even flying from the Ice Bear Kingdom to here would take that long.
Wang Yu thought as he prepared to inspect the new factory, deciding to discuss the setup of the new automated production line with Andrei later.
"Report, report, young factory director!"
Feng Daochun rushed breathlessly to Wang Yu, his face contorted with surprise.
"Old Feng, what's wrong? You've seen storms before, you should know to stay calm,"
Wang Yu smiled at Feng Daochun. What was with Old Feng today? He had never seen him so flustered before.
"Young factory director, the goods we ordered have arrived! A large quantity of semi-finished products and parts have been transported!" Feng Daochun's whole body trembled, and his mouth was completely deformed.
"They've arrived? That's good." Wang Yu nodded, then looked at Feng Daochun curiously. "But why do you have such an expression? As if you've eaten a dead rat?"
"Because... because they were delivered by fighter jets!"
"What?"