Chapter 417 Big changes

From Yueyang, Hunan, he moved to Zhijiang, Hubei, and Chishui, Guizhou.

From Guizhou, go straight down the river to Nanjing and Anqing.

For several months, Wang Deming was busy working on the production of a large fertilizer project.

Fortunately, hard work pays off, and the remaining several large fertilizer projects are not far from completion and production. With the Americans giving them face, they can all be successfully put into production in 78.

There are a total of thirteen major fertilizer projects, which can eventually produce 650 million tons of urea, greatly alleviating the domestic shortage of fertilizers.

In addition, Wang Deming met with a researcher named Yuan from the Hunan Academy of Agricultural Sciences and promised that he would do his best to promote Nanyou No. 2.

Since the hybrid rice was first developed in 72, it has been gradually promoted. Currently, only more than 200 million mu of rice has been planted in China.
Wang Deming is not sure how much farmland there will be in the country by the end of this year, but he is clear that there has always been a slogan in his previous life: the 18 billion mu red line.

It is conceivable that these more than 200 million acres are probably the planting area of ​​a county.

It was still winter when I left Beijing, but it was already summer when I returned.

The flying dust was Wang Deming’s first impression when he returned to Beijing this time. His second impression was that the city was suddenly overcrowded.

The car that the Ministry of Chemical Industry picked him up from the Capital Airport to Yongkang Hutong, Wang Deming actually felt "traffic jam" at the end of the year.

Of course, it was not because of the large number of cars that caused the traffic jam, but because there were many people returning to Beijing on the road. They were wandering in groups of three or four on the streets, and from time to time there would be a circle of people gathering on the road.

I rolled down the car window and heard some cursing coming from the wind. It was obvious that they were fighting.

Wang Deming shook his head and said, "Don't go home. Let's go to the ministry."

The Hongqi sedan smoothly changed its route and drove towards the Ministry of Chemical Industry.

In the Ministry of Chemical Industry, Wang Deming first reported the progress of the large fertilizer project to the senior leader, and then asked about the current situation in Beijing: "Chief, I see that there are more and more educated youth returning to the city in Beijing, and the social hostility is getting stronger and stronger. If this continues, I am afraid it will have a great impact on society."

"Does the higher-ups have any instructions for our Chemical Industry Department?"

"Yes, of course not." The senior leader handed him a red-headed document and said, "I just came back from a meeting at the State Council. They decided to increase the number of workers recruited by all factories, and the number will be increased tenfold in the first phase."

"Ah!" Wang Deming took a breath and said, "Commander, the number of recruitment positions has increased so much at once?"

"That's not all." The senior leader picked up the cigarette box on the table, popped out a cigarette, and threw it to Wang Deming. He lit it and took a deep breath. "The higher-ups are also preparing to issue a document to allow old employees to retire early, and the children of educated youth who have returned to the city will take over their jobs."

Wang Deming, who had memories of his past life, knew that this was an inevitable document, but he still frowned and asked, "Chief, isn't this equivalent to three or five people doing the work of one person?"

"Another batch of mature old workers are forced to retire early?"

"If this is the case, the industrial production in our factory will definitely be greatly affected, right? Didn't the higher-ups consider this impact?"

"The higher-ups must have considered this!" The senior leader said leisurely, "Choose the lesser of two evils. There are too many educated youth returning to the city right now, and the higher-ups have just issued the document."

"But you know what?"

"Some educated youth have already sneaked back by hopping on trains, some have already returned due to illness, and some are on their way back to the city." The leader looked at Wang Deming and said seriously, "Deming, do you know how many people there are?"

"There are more than 1700 million people!" "How to arrange for these people?"

"If we don't arrange it," the senior leader pointed to East Chang'an Avenue outside the window, "look, not everyone has come back yet, what's the situation outside?"

"Alas," the senior leader sighed, "the country has spent tens of billions of dollars, but neither the top leaders are satisfied, nor the people below. It's a dilemma."

"Okay, I'm just complaining to you. Our children are all back. The youngest one is always hanging around outside. I plan to arrange for him to work at the Beijing Refining and Chemical Plant. Out of sight, out of mind."

Wang Deming stood at the entrance of the Ministry of Chemical Industry building, lit another cigarette, and watched the educated youth rushing past in groups on the street.

Seeing him smoking downstairs, a male educated youth actually came over, leaned over, dangled his legs, and raised his chin, "Hey, old comrade, give me a cigarette."

The PLA soldier standing guard at the door immediately rushed forward and saluted: "Hello, Commander!"

Then he turned to the educated youth and said sternly: "Please stay away from here!"

"Haha, it's okay." Wang Deming stuffed the remaining half pack of Zhonghua cigarettes in his pocket to the educated youth, "I'll chat with them for a while."

"Hey, old comrade, your cigarettes are of very high quality!" The male educated youth surrounding Wang Deming did not take the soldiers standing guard at the entrance of the chemical industry department into consideration at all. After taking the Zhonghua cigarettes, their pupils dilated slightly in surprise.

"You are still a leader?"

"We are all serving the people." Wang Deming looked at the people in front of him with amusement.

If he guessed correctly, the person who asked him for a cigarette was the good-for-nothing little son of his that the big boss upstairs had just mentioned.

He looked to be around 25 or 6 years old, with thick hair that was sprayed with hairspray and looked shiny and oily. The other male educated youths behind him looked similar.

What surprised Wang Deming the most was their attire: sunglasses and crotch pants. These clothes were very fashionable in that era, and would still be fashionable in later times.

There was a person behind me carrying a half-meter-long tape recorder on his shoulder, but fortunately, the music was not playing at that time.

One of the reasons for the traffic jam on Wang Deming's way back to the city from the Capital Airport was that the educated youth were openly dancing disco on the street.

No wonder, in the past, some people said that those who danced square dance and those who danced disco in this era were the same group of people.
"My father's surname is Kang, so you should know him?" The leading educated youth took out a Zippo lighter from his trouser pocket, lit a cigarette, and threw the cigarette to the others, looking like a leader.

"I know him, the leader." Wang Deming did not have any extra opinions about these educated youths who were dressed strangely in that era.

In his eyes, at best these returning educated youth were just returning to their rebellious period.

Even though they had rebelled once when they were teenagers, what was so strange about them rebelling again now?
Especially this group of educated youth who are confident.

Wang Deming was just about to talk to the educated youth and see what their psychological tendencies were. He had an immature idea that he hoped to use his power in Hong Kong to help the country alleviate the employment problems of the educated youth who had returned to the city.

In a sense, the educated youth who returned to the city are actually the country's unemployed population.

He looked at his watch and it was almost time for dinner, so he smiled and asked, "This place is very close to Dong'an Market. Do you want to go to Cuihualou for dinner together?"

"I just happen to want to chat with the educated youth who have returned to the city."

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