The first snow in 2002 was earlier than that in previous years.
Hacheng.
In the office of the president of St. Majiagou Vocational and Technical College.
"What are you going to do again? I'll give you one last chance to organize your language."
"Lin Yu, let me tell you."
"You'd better tell me that it was because you fell and broke your head when you went out this morning that you came up with this idea."
"Otherwise, after passing this village, there will be no shop. Later, if you regret it, you will have no place to cry."
He Qingyang, who has white hair, blows his beard and stares, looking like he wants to eat people.
At the same time, his eyes were still full of expectations.
Expect the boy in front to take back what he said just now, and then listen to his own arrangements.
As the president of St. Majiagou Vocational and Technical College, he is not afraid of stabbing his head.
Because if a person doesn't even have the idea of resistance, that person will be basically abandoned.
What he feared most was that the promising students listened to some disorderly people.
Then, with an eye above the top attitude to do things, and finally destroy their own future.
Talents will not suddenly grow out of the pit, which needs to be cultivated slowly.
At that time, the young people have no future.
The country has lost a top talent.
Unfortunately, this bastard in front of me is one.
Opposite him was a tall, handsome young man who looked twenty - five or six.
The upper part of the body is a green military coat, and a black scarf is around the neck.
Above the scarf is the head wrapped in bandages.
Leave only one pair of eyes outside.
The lower part of the army's green cotton trousers with large cotton shoes are very warm in the January weather in Harbin.
Reaching for the ceramic teacup on the desk, Lin Yu lifted the thermos and filled it with water. Then she said with a smile:
"Calm down, old man. I'm just going back to inherit the 567 base, not to do something harmful."
"There's no need to be so angry."
"The situation of 567 base is clear to you. All the people who can walk have gone, and the rest are old, weak, sick and disabled."
"What's more, you also know that the military to civilian conversion has reached the final stage."
"They are not so much waiting for production tasks as waiting for death."
"That's thousands of mouths. As a junior, I really can't bear to see them like this."
The ceramic teacup was pushed by Lin Yu to He Qingyang. He picked up the teacup and took a sip of water. The anger on the headmaster's face slowly dissipated.
Finally, it turned into a helpless sigh.
Converting military to civilian use is a national policy that has lasted for many years.
The purpose is to transfer a part of the production capacity originally used to produce military goods to civilian use to meet the growing basic needs of the people.
It has been more than 20 years since it was proposed that we should pay full attention to everything.
For more than 20 years.
What can be changed, transferred and divided are basically finished.
The rest are very difficult.
Each one is a quagmire.
Whoever goes in must drown in it.
In the face of such a big problem, logistics recently revealed the idea of directly cutting across the board.
Fuck off, I won't serve you.
567 base.
When Lin Yu entered the school as the No. 1 Scholar in Shandong Province, she had been there.
It is located in the hills in the southwest of Shandong Province. During construction, there are some supporting facilities.
Later, when supporting other places, many people were diverted.
At that time, there was basically only one shell factory and bullet factory still in operation, which was not so good. Now
It's hard to say.
With a long breath, He Qingyang locked his eyes on Lin Yu, full of regret.
Lin Yu's graduate students were led by him. Unlike other students, Lin Yu has a natural ability to organize.
Be bold.
But careful.
No matter what task you receive, you can complete it well.
If you train for several years, you can be independent.
The most important thing is that this child is rooted in Miao Hong. He grew up in the arsenal when he was young and has solid basic knowledge.
It's a pity.
It's a bit too scholarly.
Putting down the teapot, He Qingyang looked at the students in front of him, his expression slowly grew cold, and said in a cold voice, "Come on, why did you come to me today? Let me ask for someone for you?"
"I am such a person in your old people's eyes?" Lin Yu stood by and said sadly.
He Qingyang stared at this action, turned around, opened the drawer, took out a bamboo ruler, and slapped it on the table.
"Don't beat about the bush when talking to others."
Under the threat of the bamboo ruler, Lin Yu put away her bad behavior and said calmly, "I want to ask you to write a letter of introduction."
"For whom?"
"Director Qian of the General Logistics Department told him that there was a handsome young man with good moral character who was a jade tree facing the wind. He was going to help him carry a big pot and solve his problems."
"OK," He Qingyang answered, took out a piece of stationery from the drawer, picked up the pen and began to write.
Ten minutes later, a letter of introduction was written.
Put it in the envelope, seal it, and hand it to Lin Yu.
Taking the envelope with both hands, Lin Yu made a deep bow to the teacher in front of her and said aloud, "Don't worry, teacher, I won't shame you, I will..."
He only said a few words when he was interrupted by He Qingyang.
The old headmaster turned around, looked out of the window calmly, and said quietly:
"No, Lin Yu, I don't want you to achieve your career here, I just want you to go out in the future, and don't expose my relationship with your master and apprentice."
"If you have to say something, sign your name and remember to write the Vice President."
"Do you understand?"
At this moment, Lin Yu thought of the journey to the west she had read, and a smile flashed across her mouth.
He bent down and said solemnly to He Qingyang, "I must bear in mind that I will certainly ruin several vice principals."
With that, he walked backward out of the principal's office.
At the moment when the door was about to close, He Qingyang's angry voice came from inside:
"If you can't get along, you'll come back and be my assistant."
"OK."
In response, Lin Yue closes the door and turns to walk towards the stairwell.
Walking, the pace on the feet is also much lighter.
Passing the Yi Rong mirror in the stairwell, Lin Yu stopped and looked at the funny people inside. He smiled happily,
He was born again.
This kind of novel plot often seen on his students' mobile phones happened to him.
Reborn back to January 22, 2001.
The face is still the handsome face that can fascinate several little girls.
The person is still that person.
In his previous life, after graduating from graduate school, he continued to study for relevant doctorates,
After getting his doctor's degree, he naturally entered the First Military Equipment Research Institute and became the youngest deputy director.
It has been conducting research on army information equipment.
As for the 567 base he grew up in, several promotions ended without success. It was completely abolished in 2009 and the whole population moved to nearby cities.
I did equipment research in my previous life and was compared with the Americans by the army all day long.
It didn't stop until Mars.
When he came back from this rebirth, he decided to change his lifestyle and make a big one.
Let's have some fun for the Americans who always made trouble for him.
They must know how much the resentment of nine evil sword immortals can be fed.
