Returning to 1949, I decided to hand it over to the state.

"Comrade Xiao Jiang, this 'three-in-one' combination you mentioned sounds... kind of interesting to me."

He Xiying suddenly stopped and turned to look at Jiang Fan.

Seeing Jiang Fan stunned, He Xiying sighed and continued:

"Our Ansteel was taken over from the remnants of the Kuomintang army at the end of 48. When it was first taken over, the factory was a ruin. Most of the workers ran away, and those who stayed were mostly doing hard labor on an empty stomach."

"At that time, I told the workers: Let's work together to rebuild the factory and start our lives again!"

"But now that the factory is up and things are a little better, I've noticed that something's not quite right."

"The workers are becoming less and less talkative. They don't want to express their thoughts and just keep their heads down and work every day."

"The cadres are getting busier and busier, busy attending meetings, busy distributing documents, and busy sitting in their offices looking at reports."

"I also talked to comrades who came back from learning management experience in the Soviet Union. They said this is normal, and that this is called the one-leader system, which is the most advanced management method."

"But I always feel uneasy. How come these perfectly healthy people seem to lose all their vitality the more scientifically managed they become?"

"The things you're talking about now, I've never heard those who went to study in the Soviet Union talk about them."

"As for whether this system is good or bad, I think we need to be bold in trying it out in order to find the system that best suits our own workers."

Hearing He Xiying's open-minded words, Jiang Fan felt a surge of warmth in his heart.

He thought the factory director had agreed directly, and was about to speak when He Xiying raised her hand to stop him.

"Don't be so happy yet. Your idea is definitely a good one, but it won't be easy to implement it on a large scale throughout the factory!" He Xiying pointed out the difficulties incisively.

"What will those cadres who went to the Soviet Union to study think? Those older comrades who are used to sitting in offices, are you going to send them down to the workshop to swing sledgehammers? Do you think they'll be willing? Have you considered these obstacles?"

These words made Jiang Fan fall silent for a moment.

He is someone who looks down from the lower reaches of history, with a God's-eye view.

However, he did not have a personal understanding of the interpersonal relationships and psychological gaps experienced by specific cadres in this era.

However, he firmly believes that this is a good system that can unleash productive forces.

After a moment's hesitation, he answered with unwavering certainty:

"Director He, I really don't know what the whole factory's cadres are thinking, so if we want to promote it, my suggestion is to keep it quiet for now and do a small-scale pilot project in the steel rolling mill. Let the results speak for themselves."

"We'll start with the gas cylinder project. Once the results are in and the workers have truly benefited, we'll use solid production data to promote and publicize it. At that point, facts will speak louder than words, and the resistance will naturally be much less."

Every great system grows from small beginnings and overcomes obstacles.

When the Anshan Iron and Steel Process, which later became famous throughout the country, was first introduced, it also encountered countless doubts, but in the end it was promoted with unparalleled vitality.

He Xiying looked at Jiang Fan's incredibly determined eyes, stared at him for a long while, and then suddenly smiled.

He patted Jiang Fan on the shoulder forcefully and said only one word: "Good!"

He Xiying then solemnly added:

"Go ahead and do it. As long as you don't cause any major trouble, I, He Xiying, will cover for you."

"Comrade Xiao Jiang, our new China has just stood up and is lacking in everything, especially young people like you who dare to think and act."

"All we old folks can do is risk our lives to set up a stage for you. As for how the show is performed, that's your business."

"The future of the new China also belongs to you!"

Hearing these words, Jiang Fan felt a surge of warmth in his heart, and he nodded vigorously.

"Don't worry, factory manager, I will definitely deliver a satisfactory result!"

He Xiying smiled and waved her hand: "Alright, go ahead and get busy. I have an appointment with the technical department, I need to hurry over."

"By the way, keep a close eye on Zhou Chunsheng. That kid, put aside everything else, is absolutely reckless when it comes to technology. Don't let him burn himself out!"

"Okay, I understand, factory manager!"

Jiang Fan responded and stood there watching He Xiying leave.

Only after his figure disappeared into the distance did the tension in his heart, the fear of rejection, finally ease.

Fortunately, the pilot project at the steel rolling mill went smoothly. But once we have this framework, it will be much easier to carry out industrial reforms later.

He was standing there, overwhelmed with emotion, when suddenly he felt a very familiar tingling sensation on his left wrist.

Jiang Fan was taken aback and subconsciously raised his wrist.

The mysterious watch, which was usually silent, suddenly lit up its previously black screen.

A line of pale green numbers is flashing on the screen:

【21600: 00】

Jiang Fan's pupils contracted, and he quickly did some mental calculations:

21600分钟除以60，正好是360个小时；再除以24……整整15天。

15-day countdown?

Last time they only gave us 3 days, how come they've suddenly started a countdown again?

I didn't do anything special, so how could it suddenly trigger?

But in a flash, a brilliant idea struck Jiang Fan.

He thought of the pilot project of "two participations, one reform, and three combinations" that he had just reported to and finalized with Director He.

A bold guess immediately surfaced:

Could it be that the trigger mechanism of this watch is directly related to his/her "changing the course of history" or "having a significant historical impact" in this era?

Because it had taken the lead in promoting management system reforms that were enough to change the history of Chinese industry, the watch was reactivated and given a new boost.

The more Jiang Fan thought about it, the more reasonable his guess seemed.

The first time I was passively pulled into this era, I had no special abilities. The second time I traveled back, I not only unlocked a 1-cubic-meter personal space, but was also given three teleportation coordinates.

So, what amazing new features will the watch unlock after this 15-day countdown ends?

Is it a longer two-way dwell time? A larger cargo space? Or a completely new teleportation location?

These questions are all currently unknown.

Thinking of this, Jiang Fan lowered his wrist.

Now is not the time for idle speculation. The most important task at hand is to return to the steel rolling mill immediately and produce those three hundred sets of "mortars" with high quality and quantity, and send them to the front lines in the south.

As for what earth-shattering changes will occur 15 days later?

You'll find out when the time comes.

Back at the steel rolling mill workshop, Zhou Chunsheng had already started operating the equipment with the few workers who had previously worked with him.

One person mentors another, teaching them the details and how to use the machine.

Jiang Fan stood at the door for a while, then thought to himself, "Let's get started."