C8 The Railway Talent Training Program

After Su Jianguo left, Cui Jin smiled. "Old man, I haven't heard you scold me like that in so many years. Your ability to poke people's hearts is still so amazing. "

"That child is a good seedling. " Zhao Cheng rolled his eyes at Cui Jin, who was smiling very disrespectfully, and sighed with emotion.

"Yeah, it's rare to see a young man who can still persist in his own opinion under your criticism. In other words, why did you have to be so sharp just now? He's just a child. " Cui Jin asked curiously.

"Old thing, the saliva that our railway people have been salivating over the past twelve years, is it lighter than what I just said?" Zhao Cheng's words caused Cui Jin, who was originally smiling, to retract his smile.

"But, it's fine as long as we old things carry it. Why make things difficult for the children?" Cui Jin felt some heartache for his good student, Su Jianguo.

"There will definitely be thorns on the road of the rise of the railway people. These thorns can't bear it. Talking about China's autonomous train research, that would be childish and ridiculous! " Zhao Cheng lit up a cigarette and spat out a smoke ring, "Our future burden is very heavy, we have to choose a few tough children. "

"Indeed, not good resilience, it's easy to retreat halfway" Cui Jin looked at Zhao Cheng. "Speaking of which, the talent training program that you've received this time is only to research the new line and bring out some self-developed students. Is that all?"

"You can tell?" Zhao Cheng tilted his head and looked at Cui Jin.

"That child said that Yan Shuang didn't change her green hair color, but when Old Jian Yi said that he was proud, your gaze was obviously not right. Old thing, there are some things that you should tell me the truth, right? " Cui Jin took the cigarette from Zhao Cheng and lit it up. He sat next to Zhao Cheng and waited for his words.

"Old man, do you remember when we fought against the Japanese?" Zhao Cheng nodded his cigarette.

"I remember, in 1912. Mr. Sun Zhongshan was sworn to be the temporary president of Nanjing and changed his title to China. It will be the first year of the Republic of China in 1912 "Cui Jin spat out a cigarette," That is the beginning of the Republic of China "

"But not long after Yuan Shikai became the emperor, do you remember?" Zhao Cheng closed his eyes. He brought his old friend to reminisce about the modern history of China.

"I remember. " Cui Jin nodded with a solemn expression.

"In 1876, the British Yihe Yang Company built the first ten-kilometer-long railway in Shanghai without permission. From then on, the Han people and dogs were not allowed to enter the rented world. Even the railway construction became the patent of the foreigners. " Zhao Cheng lit another cigarette. Every time he thought back to the past, he smoked fiercely.

"From 1911 to 1949, the railway was built during the period of the Republic of China, 17,100 kilometers. Along with the Qing Government period, China had a total of 26,200 kilometers of railway. However, due to the destruction of the war or other reasons, it was dismantled 3600 kilometers. When the People's Republic of China was established, China only had 22,600 kilometers of railway left. " Cui Jin said the number that was hard to forget. It represented the number of backward and poor.

"Many of the trains in Old China were built by foreign forces to seize some of China's resources. Not only were they few in number, but they were also of low quality. Before our country was founded, when did we, the railway people, have the autonomy to build our own railway? " Zhao Cheng looked at Cui Jin.

"Yes, we did not. " Cui Jin nodded, "Most of the railway in Old China is on the coast, and there are almost no railway in the southwest, northwest, and southwest regions. At that time, it was very difficult for us to even form a railway network in the country. "

" At the end of 1976, the national railway's business mileage was 46,262 kilometers. Among them, the rate of recovery was 15. 7%. We have too few talents to rebuild the railway. . . Too few. In 1989, in the 11 years of 1989, we added 5,200 kilometers to the range of the railway operation. An average of 472. 7 kilometers per year. Old Cui, the speed at which we build the railway is too slow. Do you understand?" Zhao Cheng looked at Cui Jin.

"I know, but we don't have many talents. There's nothing we can do about it. " Cui Jin said helplessly.

"Even if there's nothing we can do, we have to think of something. China has been restructuring for twelve years. We can't lag behind like this. What we lose is not the effort of a generation, but the pursuit of two or even three generations! Time does not wait for me, Our generation already doesn't have much time left, and the next generation doesn't have much time either. " Zhao Cheng looked at Cui Jin. The cigarette in his hand was still smoking, just like Zhao Cheng's anxious mood right now. It burned Zhao Cheng's heart.

"We need more talents to change this country's appearance another day. We need successors who dare to make the world change their appearance! Such people need to use 20 years to shape their personality and techniques. Time is running out. It's so tight that we don't have time to protect these children and let them immerse themselves in their studies. " Zhao Cheng handed a newspaper to Cui Jin.

Cui Jin lowered his head and looked at the newspaper. He raised his head and frowned. "The newspaper on the Jing Jin highway that was built three years ago?"

"The civilians in the district were duped into saying that the highway was a spendthrift. They even said that it was a highway. Please wait for your people's ridiculous words. Old Cui, how long do you think it will take to reach the railway if you say such ridiculous words?" Zhao Cheng looked at Cui Jin.

"If we can develop a train like the Xin Gan Line, then it will be our railway people's turn. " Cui Jin could almost feel the hostility from the public opinion that day.

"So, not only do the children of our railway people need to have the technical skills that the country is proud of, but they also need to have a firm and unyielding heart. And we don't have much wings to protect these children from being burned by public opinion. This is the reality. " Zhao Cheng pointed at the tabloid newspaper and said angrily.

"This is the reason why you made things difficult for that child just now, right?" Cui Jin finally understood Zhao Cheng's sharp point.

"Otherwise, how can I not relax when I bite the green mountain? What about the north, south, east, and north wind?" Zhao Cheng smiled. "We need young people who are brave and forward, don't we?"

"Indeed. " Cui Jin sighed. How could he not understand the current situation? However, in the end, Su Jianguo was still his student. He still had the mentality of protecting his own child.

"Old thing, in the future, when you are raising your child, you must pay attention to your social education. You have to know, our country's twenty year talent education program is not just an iron path. There are even more people who work hard to build this country, and they want to revive this country. They must protect the soul of our China" Cui Jin handed the internal newspaper to Cui Jin.

"Society education? This is. . . " Cui Jin looked at Zhao Cheng.

"Marxism and ideological moral education will definitely be of utmost importance in the future. While our generation focuses on nurturing talents, we must also let these children recognize their roots and protect our China's soul. " Zhao Cheng spat out a smoke ring, "My students must also brand the soul of China. "

"Old Zhao, what do you want to do? What do I need to do?" Cui Jin used to be a senior engineer at Shanghai's railway department. Because he wanted to nurture more railway talents for the country, he chose to preside over the railway technical school.

In Cui Jin's heart, he was the same as Zhao Cheng, who had experienced the establishment of New China. They always cherished their happy days, and they were determined to win glory for the country for the railway people.

In the hearts of their generation, they believed that the revival of a country needed a young man with both morality and beauty.

"You strongly encourage the students to watch those old movies and read those social science books. " Zhao Cheng narrated his plan. "As for me, I will let those outstanding students subtly understand what their mission and responsibilities are. But. . . This matter, to the smart ones, I cannot make it too obvious. "

"You are a student with both morals and talent. " Cui Jin suddenly realized.

"Don't tell me you want a student with a bad heart to read the scripture incorrectly?" Zhao Cheng had a puzzled expression.

"You old thing, when you're not serious, you're just a crafty old man. " Cui Jin teased Zhao Cheng.

"Even so, you're still drenched in water at the girls' dormitory in the middle of the night. I don't know how thick your skin is. " Zhao Cheng started joking with his old friend.

"So what? Didn't I get the beauty back? But you, so what if you raise flowers well? In the end, wasn't your wife splashed to death with boiling water? And the 18 Scholars, in the end, became a withered flower. " In terms of revenge, Cui Jin didn't lose to Zhao Cheng.

" Hey. . . You old thing, you're quite good at talking. " Zhao Cheng blinked his eyes and pointed at Cui Jin.

"How is it? You don't know how to sing?" Cui Jin looked like he could do anything to him.

" Sure. . . If you have the ability, come and kill me? "

"Kill me if you want. "

After saying that, Zhao Cheng and Cui Jin sat down and started playing chess.

After Su Jianguo received the recommendation letter, he got up early the next morning and hurried to his father's newspaper company, Zhejiang Publishing Firm.

When he arrived at the publishing house, his father happened to be on duty.

Su Jianguo's father looked at him with a puzzled expression. "Child, you're not studying at school. Why are you here?"

"Dad, our school gave us a recommendation letter. I'm here to look for some information. "

"What information?" Su Jianguo's father had a puzzled expression.

"It's a magazine from 1978. It contains Grandpa Deng's train ride magazine. " Su Jianguo said happily, "There's a question written by the teacher this time. Perhaps the answer is in that magazine. "

"Oh, oh. . . Then hurry up and go. " Su Jianguo's father also did not understand what his son was talking about. He only knew that it was very important, so he nodded and let Su Jianguo enter.

Su Jianguo came to the Zhejiang magazine. President Zhang of the magazine looked at the recommendation letter and smiled. "Young man, it's not easy. You even know this magazine from twelve years ago. Do you know the meaning of this magazine? "

"The meaning of this magazine?" Su Jianguo became doubtful. He only thought that this was merely a magazine and that there was a special meaning to it?

"In 1978, The Daily of Light published an article titled Practice is the only standard to test the truth. And this year, a total of 11 seminars were held. Young man, do you understand the meaning of this meeting? " President Zhang said with a smile.

"The 11th Total Assembly of the Central Committee?" In the end, Su Jianguo was only 18 years old. Due to his lack of social experience, he still did not understand the true meaning of "reform and opening. "

"True, you are still young. You still don't understand the significance of this meeting. However, you'll understand in the future. " President Zhang said a few words to his secretary. He then looked at Su Jianguo and said earnestly, "I hope that after you finish reading the newspaper 'Daily Light', I hope that you will be able to remember the 33rd meeting of the Central Committee and understand the meaning of this meeting in the future. "

Su Jianguo looked at President Zhang and nodded his head in a daze. Twenty years later, Su Jianguo had always kept the 'Radiant Daily', which symbolized China's desire to "overtake England and America. " It was the 11 Three Middle Congress meetings of the Central Committee.

The young man did not understand Grandpa Deng. The middle-aged man knew that President Deng knew about the passing of time. In the blink of an eye, more than twenty years had passed.