What the hell is a private enterprise?

Chapter 316 Comparing Prices (6000 Monthly Tickets in April)

"Such a large piece of land in Pudong is only given for 30 million? It should be at least 60 million!"

"Take the 30 million if you want it, I'll be paying off the loan myself!"

"I can!"

Despite the fact that the aircraft institute, the local authorities, and the aviation mechanics school were all against Commissioner Geng, they were powerless to retaliate.

Because the chips have been stolen!

First, the factory's elite design team was wiped out overnight. Everyone thought the remaining employees would cause trouble, and then Commissioner Geng's actions came about:
2N compensation! And it's calculated based on the average salary of the most recent year.

Most of the factory workers are elderly, over six or seven years old, and they can easily earn ten or twenty thousand yuan.

Despite rapid inflation, this is still a huge sum of money.

With a new contract that had increased several times over and a resettlement allowance in hand, even the mole planted on the plane decisively betrayed them and ran away with the compensation.

The entire machine factory was abandoned instantly. Without manpower, the land and machinery were meaningless.

The local authorities had already gritted their teeth and prepared to accept reality, but Commissioner Geng directly published an advertisement in the newspaper offering extremely high compensation of 2N and a reward of 100,000 yuan, and put forward the banner of seeking talent.

The entire city of Shanghai is in a state of flux right now; even those not working in the aviation industry are trying their luck.

The aircraft department's counterattack collapsed before it even began, and all they could do was hope that Commissioner Geng would take his damned silver bullet offensive and quickly roll back to the coast.

However, the latter was still not satisfied:

"I want the Aviation Industry School too, let's move there together."

Ren Chunqiu couldn't take it anymore and slammed his hand on the table, about to stand up. The current principal next to him also looked displeased.

It's not that the school has any future, it's just that the city plans to merge it into another university, and it's said that it's very likely to be Tongji University. Who would want to move it to that small place?

Commissioner Geng: "All trainees have signed employment contracts in advance, and teachers' salaries have been reassessed according to the same standards as their professional titles. Is 100 million yuan in annual R&D funding sufficient? It should be enough for your less than 1,000 people, right? If you need more, you'll have to contact Tang Wen."

"..."

1 million, what does 1 million mean?
Tsinghua University's annual research funding is currently around 2 million yuan.

The principal of the industrial school was pressed down by Ren Chunqiu first, and the latter pursed his lips and suddenly slapped himself:

"Commissioner Geng, I acted impulsively last time. I apologize on behalf of President Tang."

However, giving this funding to vocational schools is too wasteful. We already have a lot of experience with McDonnell Douglas 82, and we can definitely continue to help as a supplier.

Li Zhengyang, sitting opposite him, took a deep breath. He realized that using the power of money was such a wonderful feeling.

……

Going abroad in this day and age is a very troublesome thing. Applying for a passport in China requires a certificate from one's employer, and obtaining a visa to the United States is extremely difficult and often takes a long time.

Many Chinese university students spend countless hours memorizing vocabulary and practicing interview skills in order to be able to wash dishes across the Pacific Ocean, while some even make a fortune through Crazy English.

Of course, Tang Wen was an exception. McDonnell Douglas not only helped him with all the formalities, but also helped him apply to the immigration bureau for his ultimate dream of becoming a public intellectual:
The green card should be fine, barring any unforeseen circumstances.

After being busy flying around for more than half a month, Tang Wen finally had a little free time. He went into a newly opened Dicos and ordered some fried chicken.

Modern fried chicken uses very generous amounts of ingredients, and the taste is just as good as that of later generations, though the price is also about the same.

Tang Wenzheng and the ship girl were feeding each other chicken nuggets when a commotion broke out at the door. Tang Feng was stopping several people who were trying to break in.

At the same time, the headlights of the car disguised as Bumblebee outside the store flashed, clearly indicating that it was eager to try.

To prevent the Autobots from transforming, Tang Wen had no choice but to go and see what was going on.

The person leading the obstruction was a middle-aged man with slicked-back hair, whose appearance fit the stereotypical image of Chinese people.

"Mr. Tang, Mr. Tang, I am Jack Chen, President of Airbus China. I'm here to visit you!"

“The address of Gaijin Company is public; you can make an appointment there.”

Tang Wen clearly didn't want to ruin his private time, but Chen Jieke was almost in tears:

"Please give me 10 minutes. McDonnell Douglas people smashed our car and splashed paint on the hotel. I can't stay here any longer."

Tang Wen: "..." So the Boeing employees probably received the same treatment, or even worse than Chen Jieke?

"Go wait in my car."

"No problem, you and your partner can enjoy your meal. I have plenty of time."

……

An hour later, the two met at Gagkin Networks' office.

Chen Jieke first praised Tang Wen's exceptional taste and promising youth, then handed him an Airbus aircraft atlas:

"Airbus entered the mainland market relatively late, but our products are actually just as good, much better than the MD11."

"If you want to import technology, that's no problem either. Not only can we help with existing models, but we can even assist Airbus in developing new ones."

Tang Wen neither agreed nor disagreed, and then chatted about the A320 and A340 series for about an hour before seeing the guest off.

He doesn't really trust Airbus, given its past record.

However, he still understood the importance of comparing prices from different vendors and believed that McDonnell Douglas would soon receive the news.

Moreover, Airbus aircraft are indeed excellent, and the European region's heritage is beyond doubt.

Boeing, McDonnell Douglas, and Airbus – having US dollars in hand means you can always negotiate a deal with one of them.

Of course, this is on the premise that the US cannot target China and must continue to distract them.

Continuing to operate the ghost fleet by merely showing up without causing any trouble is getting a bit too boring; perhaps we should add some new twists.

The number of submarines under his command is growing at an extremely high rate; it now exceeds 100, with several thousand more in reserve.

However, many of them are older models that Hans used to manufacture, with small displacement and poor noise and speed performance. There are not many similar models to the U4501.

How can they be used? Where would submarines be needed?
Tang Wen lowered his head and fell into thought.

More than 10,000 kilometers away in Washington, someone sneezed.

……

Diwana, north of Moscow.

Alvaro lay half-reclined on the sofa, squinting at Hans, who had a unique air about him.

"Bach? What do you want to collaborate on?"

The assistant quickly translated, and Bach Schmidt, dressed in casual clothes, said:

“I know you often need to send people to the US or pick them up, and the IAA has been cracking down hard lately, but I have a way.”

As the biggest smuggler in the area, Alvaro's clients are either undocumented immigrants looking to get into Paradise to wash dishes or desperate fugitives needing to escape. However, recently his protectors have run into some problems, and business isn't as good as it used to be.

The person in front of me claimed he could solve his problem, which is why I was invited here.

"Then what can you do?"

"I have a submarine, not one of those cheaply made fakes, but a decommissioned military submarine that the border guards will never be able to detect."

"You refer customers, and I'll just take a cut."

Alvaro didn't believe it easily and asked in return:
"Aren't you afraid I'll steal your submarine?"

Bach: "You know I'm a Hans."

Seeing that Alvaro remained unmoved, Bach could only take out his peaked cap from his pocket and put it on his head:

"We are the Second Fleet of the High Seas, and we are not even afraid of the Atlantic Fleet. If you want to die, then you can have a quick death."

Alvaro and his men jerked and sat up straighter, looking somewhat awkward.

Although he could be considered to have considerable influence, he was nothing more than a small fry compared to those who dared to go head-to-head with the Imperial Navy.

He quickly kicked his underling:
"Why don't you quickly invite Mr. Bach to sit down?"

(End of this chapter)