At around three in the morning, the landline in Xu Nanguan's house suddenly rang.
Xu Nanguan, who was woken up by the ringtone, didn't look good. It wasn't because he was unhappy that he was woken up, but because the phone at home usually didn't ring with good news.
"Hello, this is Xu Nanguan."
"It's me, Liu Yuanchao … I'll be the director of the police communications factory!"
"Got it."
Xu Nanguan hung up after saying a few words and went back to bed. Xu Nanguan's wife couldn't help but ask, "Who's calling at this hour?"
"Liu Yuanchao," Xu Nanguan answered.
Not only did Xu Nanguan's wife know Liu Yuanchao, but they were also very familiar with each other. When she heard that it was him, she immediately asked with concern, "Did something happen to Yuanchao?"
"Good news!" Xu Nanguan replied with a smile on his face. He reached out to turn off the bedside lamp and went back to sleep.
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After the Lunar New Year, Liu Yuanchao officially took office. Just like the Jiang National Security said, he used two months to liquidate all the assets in the factory. Then, he held a factory meeting.
At the meeting, Liu Yuanchao didn't say anything to motivate people. Instead, he directly told everyone that there were only two paths in front of them. They could either fight or die.
They could fight and sell everything that could be sold in the factory for cash. Then, they could ask the higher-ups for money or take a loan to complete the equipment replacement. Although it would cost a lot of money, it could reduce the subsequent production costs. The factory could also transform to produce more high-tech and more competitive digital wireless communication equipment.
It was simpler to wait for death. They could continue to dawdle until the system's internal communication methods were upgraded and the old-fashioned wireless equipment was completely eliminated. Then, the factory would be dissolved or auctioned off.
After saying that, Liu Yuanchao announced that he would give everyone three days to consider. Three days later, there would be a referendum. Everyone would decide for themselves!
No matter how rigid their thinking was, no matter how cowardly they were, they wouldn't be willing to watch the factory collapse. At the referendum three days later, more than 70% of the people chose to fight.
As a result, the entire factory went through a thorough "sale of everything", raising a total of two million and one point of funds. Liu Yuanchao spent the whole day in the police uniform department, coaxing and pestering the leaders one by one.
In the end, he used an unused piece of land in the factory as collateral in exchange for 3.5 million yuan of financial support.
With more than five million in his account, Liu Yuanchao and the technicians in the factory spent nearly a month selecting the most cost-effective digital production line and digital molding equipment suitable for the police communication factory.
Using the equipment as collateral, he borrowed 5.7 million yuan from the bank and finally completed the equipment replacement.
After a group of young and middle-aged technicians were sent out for equipment training, Liu Yuanchao led the rest of the people in the factory to collect market information and find a suitable design unit to design the new product.
However, before the preparatory work was completed, they received news that the Police Uniform Bureau was going to conduct an internal bidding to determine the manufacturer of small police drones.
The police communication factory, which had just finished upgrading its equipment, not only met the requirements of the bidding. Moreover, compared to other competing companies, they also had an absolute technological advantage.
While preparing for the bidding, Liu Yuanchao and the heads in the factory had a good discussion about what a small drone was.
If he wanted to study it, he would naturally have to look for relevant information.
Among the information that could be found, in addition to the relevant introduction and product information collected from foreign websites, the information that could be found in China, in addition to limited news reports, was the paper in the literature library.
The paper introduced the technical characteristics of small drones in great detail, as well as the application possibilities in different fields.
After the technicians in the police communication factory studied it, they suddenly realized a possibility, that was, this small drone had very promising prospects in the civilian sector.
Moreover, there was no similar product in the domestic market yet, so the factory could develop a civilian model and push it to the market first.
However, although everyone realized this, no one could guarantee that this method would work. After all, the factory last launched an attack on the civilian market, and the result was a backlog of products that filled the warehouse.
In the end, it was the chief engineer, He Guoliang, who spoke. He thought that the factory could first complete the police drone project. Anyway, the domestic market was still in a blank period, so there was no need to worry at all. It would not be too late to plan after they had a deeper understanding of the relevant technology, especially after confirming the production cost.
He Guoliang's proposal was undoubtedly reliable, so the factory transferred all of its work to the bidding for the police drone project.
In the end, with the factory's good reputation in terms of product quality, and the advanced production line far ahead of other competitors, they successfully won the bid.
They only needed to wait for the drone design team to send the design parameters, and they could immediately start experimental production and related testing.
It was at this time that Liu Yuanchao inadvertently noticed a name. This name was the author of the paper that had been used as an important reference by the factory's technicians.
There were three authors' names, and the one that caught Liu Yuanchao's attention was Qu Sen.
In the past year, Liu Yuanchao devoted almost all of his energy to the police communication factory. He asked Han Zhenjiang less about Qu Sen.
When he saw the name Qu Sen, he suddenly remembered that during a phone call last year, Han Zhenjiang seemed to have said that Qu Sen participated in the drone design competition organized by the General Assembly Organization and won first place.
At that time, he specifically asked. When he learned that Qu Sen's winning drone was a small remote control aircraft with four propellers, he said, "Not doing proper work."
Now that Liu Yuanchao saw the name Qu Sen again, he suddenly realized a possibility. Without thinking, he dialed the phone number of Han Zhenjiang's office.
After some confirmation, Liu Yuanchao found out that Qu Sen was actually borrowed by "Working Group 715", and he was actually the leader of the police drone design team.
After calling Han Zhenjiang to get Qu Sen's phone number, Liu Yuanchao was halfway through dialing the number when he suddenly sat there and laughed. After thinking for a while, he gave up on directly looking for Qu Sen. Instead, he contacted "Working Group 715".
On the phone, Liu Yuanchao said that in order to better complete the trial production task. He hoped that the leader of the drone design team, who had published important papers in core journals, could personally come to the factory to provide technical guidance.
The small police drone was the first design product that passed the review of the department, so the working group also attached great importance to it.
After Liu Yuanchao's request was made, there was no discussion at all. Cheng Wanqi nodded and agreed …
After Qu Sen asked and guessed what happened, he couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly. He wondered why his regiment commander had become so "mischievous" after becoming the factory manager.
If he contacted him and explained things clearly, he would have already made the prototype by now. Wasn't this a waste of time?
However, he only dared to think about this in his mind. He didn't dare to say it out loud.
While Qu Sen was busy perfecting the design of the small drone for civilian use, Liu Yuanchao's side had a huge harvest.
He contacted "Working Group 715" and didn't beat around the bush. He directly said that the factory also wanted to develop a small drone for civilian use. He called to ask if the drone design team would sell the obsolete parts that were no longer useful.
If they sold them, the police factory would buy them all.
After all, they were all in the same system, and the two companies were now in a cooperative relationship. Cheng Wanqi was more generous than the previous House 109. He directly said, "Buy what? It's not much in total. I'll give it to you."
So the next day, the spare parts that had been eliminated after the upgrade in the drone design team were packed into a large package and sent directly to the police chief by train.
The package was picked up by the Jiang National Security in a pickup truck. Liu Yuanchao, who couldn't wait, had already prepared the console, capacitors, resistors, and other small bits and pieces according to Qu Sen's request.
After opening the package to confirm what was sent, Qu Sen was about to pick up the soldering iron to work when He Guoliang appeared.
He had already studied the design drawings drawn by Qu Sen. When he saw the table of electronic components and the heated soldering iron, he couldn't resist the impulse in his heart and started to work himself.
He Guoliang was a skilled worker in his early years. He made his own radio in the 1970s and assembled his own TV in the 1980s. He couldn't be more familiar with this kind of purely manual work.
He wasn't like Qu Sen, who needed to concentrate on his work and didn't dare to be distracted at all. He held the soldering iron in his hand and operated according to the design drawings while still having the time to chat.
White smoke rose from the tip of the soldering iron that was dipped in rosin. He Guoliang talked about when he first entered the factory as a worker. A row of workers sat in a row and completely relied on handmade walkie-talkies. All kinds of interesting things happened.
Qu Sen and a group of young technicians listened to the stories of the older generation and watched the design drawings turn into reality little by little. Twenty minutes later, a main control board was completed.
The other two old technicians in the factory already used thin bamboo strips to weave the skeleton of the drone.
There was no need for the young people to do anything. A few old men dressed in rustic clothes gathered together and installed the main control board on the skeleton. They then installed the motor, blades, and battery.
Qu Sen inserted the control chip into the card slot and used the control program on the notebook to complete the channel synchronization. He gently pulled the control handle of the earliest version and the "drone" made of bamboo strips slowly rose into the air.
"It's such a simple toy. Why do we need a production line? Gather the old workers in the factory. Let's all sit together and chit-chat. We can make two to three hundred of them in a day. "An old mechanic chuckled as he looked at the gadgets flying in the air.
"One day? Our factory's CNC production line doesn't even need to operate at full power. It's more than three hundred in half an hour. "He Guoliang rolled his eyes at the old worker who spoke.
The old worker wasn't angry. He laughed and said, "That's good. We old guys don't need to work. We just need to wait for the money."
"What money? We don't need to pay back the bank loan!" He Guoliang said angrily.
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