Even if they were experienced employees and mid-to-senior managent at the conglorate, it was difficult for them to secure a permanent position for their children. They could only start with a temporary position before moving to a contract-based role, establishing roots in the company through such roundabout thods, and then playing the connection ga. Everyone hoped for the limited quota to be released, competing fiercely as they showed off their capabilities.
Almost every ti, even if there wasn't bloodshed, it was nearly the sa.
If talent were not scarce, Shen Songling wouldn't have been so confident either.
Using his power to fight for additional quotas was not an easy task, as countless people within the conglorate were watching him both openly and secretly, not allowing him to do as he pleased.
Even if he was a top executive, once it was confird, he too was easily dismissed.
Even for his own daughter, Shen Songling had never exerted so much effort, following the old thods of accumulating experience and queuing by seniority to secure a formal position. With the vice president's connections, the success rate was a bit higher, and if Shen Fei's resu had no issues, people would sowhat give face.
After all, everyone was following the rules, and it wasn't easy to break them, as it could make things difficult for others and might even cause public outrage.
"Yes, yes!"
Shen Fei swung her little fists excitedly. As a child of the conglorate, she knew well the value of a permanent position and how hard it was to obtain one.
Having a vice president father personally promise to secure a position wasn't sothing just anyone could receive.
Even the vice president's daughter, working in the administrative center's secretary's office, was just a contract worker, rely slightly better off than a temporary worker. To obtain a permanent position quota, she would have to wait at least two or three years.
Otherwise, there were few who would help, and lots who would cause trouble. If your own children's future was not secured, why should a vice president's daughter get any special treatnt?
"Chen Fei, you might want to consider it."
After Shen Songling finished speaking, he glanced at his daughter, who was exuberant.
His daughter indeed had helped a lot by introducing a rare talent.
But the quota was for soone else. Your own quota isn't even settled, so what are you excited about?
The old father was very puzzled.
Chen Fei hesitated and said, "Okay, thank you. I'll carefully consider it."
He had been poached before, each offer outbidding the last, and this ti a native central enterprise had extended an olive branch.
A permanent position was equivalent to a secure job; it would be a lie to say he wasn't tempted.
From childhood to adulthood, he had struggled to study hard, all for a good job.
With a permanent position at a central enterprise, even finding a girlfriend would be easier; maybe he wouldn't even need to buy a house, as it might be allocated to him. Commuting would be convenient, possibly just a walk away, saving him from spending two to three hours each way, letting him avoid the fatigue of commuting that exhausted people like dead dogs, not to ntion the down paynt and monthly installnt of a house that suffocated young people.
Would he, when old, empty his pension to support his children down the sa dead-end road?
Forget it!
If he ended up not sleeping on the streets when old, it would be a relief; he certainly wouldn't have the capacity to support the youth.
A society with low desires would not have children; it's a class moving toward natural ecological extinction.
Chen Fei knew all too well. The three siblings of the Chen family were not dumb; the second and third could go to college, both naturally inclined towards academics. The eldest wasn't bad in studies either, but due to taking responsibilities early to help his parents, he missed out and had to go to a technical school. No matter how hard he tried now, he had hit a career ceiling far earlier, unable to match those who ca from the Ivory Tower, whether in terms of academics or vision.
The Chen family bit the bullet, emptied their savings to barely cover the eldest's wedding house down paynt, yet couldn't afford a car. It was only due to Chen Fei using the benefits from his missions with the Blue Star Global United Defense Committee at a discount that he managed to deliver a car to their door. The eldest, with his sister-in-law, finally had both a house and a car, just about making a proper ho.
Otherwise, the tight days without knowing when they could afford a car, wasted in commuting ti, would only increase resentnt.
Even now, with Chen Xiao'er still burdened with a large debt, he barely had spare resources to continue supporting his family; life for an ordinary wage-earning class family was just that difficult.
Even having once been an aggressive clan leader of the Neanderthal tribe, without a salary, just look at Bassan, who had to revert to being a clan leader and still needed to work to support his family—a silently suffering man. So, don't take it too seriously.
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"Vice President Shen, I would like to request the use of the number three prototype. Chen Fei has a skill that can copy the number three prototypes in large quantities."
The expert team's Worker Ge finally couldn't hold back and started dancing and shouting loudly.
The number one prototype was also known as the initial machine, strictly used only for theoretical research. Apart from being dismantled and reassembled, it was not possible to actually fly it. Whether the "Canglong" project succeeded or not, it had to be completely preserved.
The number two prototype had just been smashed to bits, ending all prospects. The only available ones left were the number three and number four machines. If even these were wrecked without any more extra budget and sufficient progress, the "Canglong" project would likely be wrapped up. Everyone would go their own ways, forget the story, and the conglorate would audit and archive the project and accounts, tossing them into the pile of old docunts, officially declaring its complete end. Only God knows when it might be resurrected.
"Worker Ge, don't ss around!"
President Sun Qiuguo, seeing soone bypassing him to report directly to Vice President Shen, was naturally displeased.
However, he didn't take it personally and could understand Worker Ge's urgency.
The crash of Prototype No. 2 had dealt a severe blow to the "Canglong" project, and everyone was under pressure.
Now Chen Fei was like a lifeline presented to the project team.
If they could really replicate a hundred prototype aircraft… damn, Old Ge, could you follow the procedure first?
President Sun didn't oppose Worker Ge's idea, but haste wouldn't bring success in eating hot tofu.
If it were soone else leading the "Canglong" project, they would undoubtedly make it tough for Old Ge.
"Are you talking about replicating the third prototype?"
Seeing such an opportunity, Shen Songling pondered for a mont, looked toward President Sun, and said, "Director-General Sun, prepare a report!"
The idea was right, but procedural rules still needed to be respected; otherwise, the entire team would be in chaos.
Just because Worker Ge made a mistake didn't an others should continue making them, and he, as the vice president, couldn't afford to compound the error. Otherwise, where would the Director-General put his face? His prestige might even be affected, which would not be conducive to unity.
President Sun glanced at Worker Ge, nodded, and said, "I understand, I'll prepare the report later."
Everything returned to normal; no one made mistakes, just like that!
Realizing his overreach, Worker Ge gave a sheepish smile and remained quiet.
Shen Songling looked at Chen Fei with a pleasant expression and said, "Little Chen, to replicate a hundred prototype aircraft, how much ti do you need?"
The more he looked at this young man, the more he liked him. Such rare talent!
"Like the F-22? It would take about 10 minutes for one, including rest periods, four an hour, roughly 25 hours for a hundred. Do you need them now?"
Chen Fei estimated and provided a relatively conservative number.
If he worked nonstop for one day and night without eating, drinking, or resting, he could produce these hundred aircraft.
If this replication efficiency were used in a competition with the Northern Weapons Industry Group, the latter would likely collapse instantly.
Because the forr could sell fighter jets at the price of cabbages; no-one else would stand a chance.
"No, no, no rush!"
Shen Songling quickly waved his hand; after all, proper procedures must still be followed. For such a large group company, without rules, there's no standards.
If Chen Fei hadn't officially joined yet, he still wouldn't let him actually interact with the "Canglong" prototypes, let alone talk about "sacrifice" or replication.
If the na isn't right, then the words don't go smoothly, and if the words don't go smoothly, the work can't succeed.
Once formally employed by the group company, joining the "Canglong" project team is the next natural step.
Even the vice president of the group couldn't easily break the rules, not even for his own daughter's sake. Allowing Chen Fei to enter the crash site and speak briefly with the expert team was already the limit. He really couldn't rush.
Moreover, the "Canglong" project could afford to wait. Compared to the long developnt cycle, the ti for the employnt process was insignificant. And, in reality, they didn't actually need a hundred prototype aircraft; it would be utterly reckless to crash all of them. The pressure on the test pilots would be enormous and they might even strike.
Therefore, a maximum of twenty prototype aircraft would suffice to push the entire project to completion. Cost didn't need to be a consideration, given the industry's capabilities.
Shen Fei patted Chen Fei's shoulder and said, "Don't worry, it'll definitely be okay!"
The two of them could work at the sa place again.
With Old Father personally operating and adding Chen Fei's industrial-grade ability, securing a position was almost a done deal.
Shen Fei even felt a bit envious.
"That's great, really great!"
Off to the side, Worker Ge kept pounding his palms with his fists, and the other experts all looked visibly joyful.
With the assistance of an industrial-grade tal psychic power, it would save a huge amount of effort, whether in terms of ti or money, no longer turning into impedints. Many difficulties would be solved at once, and the powered-up project team might even enhance their design targets a notch, turning the recently devastated "Canglong" into sothing really exciting.
Everything started moving in a good direction.
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