"Why is there an elevator?"

"This is a newly built dormitory with an elevator - of course, the price is also high. The monthly rent is an average of 500 yuan more."

"Oh, I see."

Kuchma said understandingly.

It turns out that this is the way to recoup the wages that have been sent out.

This detail already reflects their ambition, but I don't know what other aspects will be like.

Everyone walked into the elevator and soon reached the sixth floor and opened the door.

Kuchma stared blankly at the spacious, bright room with complete appliances, and asked tentatively:

"Which room shall we stay in?"

"Which room? Uh, you can live in the master bedroom. Just one bedroom for each of the two children."

"This set of rooms is all ours?"

Kuchma asked in disbelief.

"To be precise, it is temporary resettlement. You don't have to pay rent for the first three months after you arrive, but after three months, you will have to pay rent of 2,700 yuan per month."

"Of course, if you want to move to a villa area, you can do so when the quota becomes available, but it is more expensive. A better one may even cost more than 10,000 yuan a month."

More than ten thousand.

Kuchma recited this number silently in his mind.

If we look purely at basic salary, he would need to work at UKR for two months to save enough for one month's salary here.

It is indeed not low.

And the salary here cannot be much higher than UKR.

"I still won't move."

He opened his mouth and began to secretly worry about his future life.

But looking at Lermontov, he didn't mean to be embarrassed at all. After quickly putting away his luggage, he said to Kuchma:

"The time is right now, let's go have lunch first. When we come back in the afternoon, you can have a good rest."

"Or, if you are interested, you can come with me to see our research institute offices and factories."

After hesitating for a moment, Kuchma said:

"Then let's eat first and then go see the factory - do we charge rubles here?"

"No charge, but meals are free."

"Understood."

It's another insidious way to win people's hearts.

I'm afraid, the meals they provide won't be very good either.

Kuchma couldn't help but feel sad when he thought of the well-fed life he had enjoyed at UKR.

However, his sadness did not last long.

When he arrived at the canteen and saw the variety of food, he was shocked.

How do you feel, this place is different from what you imagined?

He is considered an upper-level manager in Motorsic and is very familiar with the operation of a company.

He also clearly understands the truth: whether a company or a factory can continue to operate depends on its food.

After the poison pill plan was launched, Motorsic's meals dropped again and again, and in the end they only had the simplest bread and bacon, but here... everything is available!

"Are you sure it's free?"

"Of course, why not free? It's free for everyone, including the workers."

"Dongguan Automobile is a state-owned enterprise, and this is their welfare - well, you even get paid for overtime work."

"All right."

Kuchma replied in a low voice.

He began to feel that things were a little different.

And next, something even more surprising happened to him.

Several engineers with Chinese faces saw Lermontov, came over to say hello with smiles on their faces, and then naturally sat next to him, chatting with him in English without a word.

The content is very simple, nothing more than the getting hotter weather, constant overtime work, a few days of vacation, and plans to see pandas.

There was a very obvious harmony on everyone's face.

How can this be?

Don't they reject Motorsic's engineers?

Kuchma always remained silent. Even if someone spoke to him, he would just talk casually.

It wasn't until after eating that he couldn't wait to ask:

"Who were those people just now?"

"Ah? My colleagues, two of them are good friends, invited me to have hot pot at home on the weekend. Do you know about hot pot? You can come too!"

"I won't go."

"Why not go? The friends here are very enthusiastic."

friend.

Kuchma silently pondered the meaning of this word, and he felt that a certain prejudice in his heart seemed to be overturned.

After lunch, Lermontov sent someone to send Kuchma's wife and children back to the dormitory, while he took Lermontov to the factory area.

After passing through many gates, Kuchma, who was full of expectations, finally saw the factory he had longed for.

He always wanted this place to be dilapidated and old.

He hoped that the workers here would be wearing greasy overalls and holding notched wrenches and crowbars.

He wanted the lights here to be dim and the air here to be rotten.

However, every time he passed the gate, his hope was dashed.

Until finally, when the spacious factory building appeared in front of him, something in his heart was completely shattered.

Clean, tidy, brand-new machine tools that are visible to the naked eye, screens and indicator lights full of technology, and workers who look either nervous, happy, or occasionally angry, but absolutely full of life.

This is not the Chinese factory he had in mind at all.

Shouldn't this kind of scene appear in Lockheed Martin, General Motors, and Pratt & Whitney???

How would it appear here!?

But Lermontov on the side did not notice at all.

He was still introducing the latest equipment enthusiastically.

".This is a machine tool just imported from Germany. It's really good. It took us two full months to fully understand it."

"It's very complicated, but I heard that the Institute of Mechanical and Electrical Engineering has started to imitate it. Maybe, by next year or the year after, we can use our own machine tools."

our own.

Kuchma followed Lermontov numbly through the factory. After passing the last door, a huge thing appeared in front of him.

That's a huge gas turbine.

Through the thick observation window glass, Kuchma stared blankly at the unique pearl in the history of modern industry.

His expression was filled with shock.

When did they actually create such a thing?

Lermontov also lay in front of the glass and said proudly:

"This is what we've been doing for nearly a year."

"AGT110."

"This is the most powerful gas turbine in the world, 110MW!"

"I'm so lucky. There is another ignition experiment today, so I can see it."

Just as he was speaking, the AGT110 suddenly ignited on the test bench.

The majestic roar penetrated Kuchma's eardrums.

He did not look at the astonishing engine, but looked at Lermontov who was intoxicated by it.

He finally understood what the other person meant.

Our career is valuable
Chapter completed!