novelden Chapter 740 Do you know what a "payment with a hat" means?
Chapter 740 Do you know what a "payment with a hat" means?
What is a grant notification?
In this day and age, all large-scale fund allocations in our country follow only two tracks; there is no third way!
One is the finance department, and the other is the banking department.
Everyone knows about bank loans. Unlike in modern times, bank loans were only responsible for the daily working capital of enterprises, and every loan had to be aligned with the national plan.
Although the regulations stipulate that working capital is approved by the People's Bank of China on a case-by-case basis; loans exceeding the quota are directly disbursed by banks; and 80% of the fixed working capital is allocated to enterprises free of charge by the government, while 20% is allocated to banks for re-lending by the government.
These rules seem well-designed, right? The government provides a safety net to ensure basic needs are met, and banks manage liquidity to mitigate risk. But as the saying goes, "the righteous are one foot tall, the wicked are ten feet tall!"
There are always some "capable people" who can misinterpret the teachings.
(Hehe, now that you've seen this, you should understand why terminating the Dongfeng 113 project led to the higher-ups sending a ruthless 'killer star' like Company Commander Tang to protect Xiao Dai Mao!)
As the saying goes, "Cutting off someone's livelihood is like killing their parents." In the iron cage of a planned economy, cutting off a key project is equivalent to directly severing an entire supply chain of funds and materials, as well as the livelihoods of countless people!
This isn't just offending someone; it's stirring up a hornet's nest!
Without a powerful figure to keep things in check, Little Dumb Hair might get devoured alive by those bloodthirsty "beneficiaries"!
Fortunately, our leader is meticulous; the decision is only known at the top and hasn't been announced down yet. Once things settle down, it won't be this kid who steps forward.
The "funding notification" that the little guy was holding was quite different!
Its full name is dazzlingly golden—"Central Government Special Project Funding Notification"!
This thing travels on the first "railway"! It's a "heavenly soldier" sent directly from the finance department!
The process is indeed a bit cumbersome.
Once the money leaves the Ministry of Finance's treasury, it must first be approved and stamped by the relevant government departments, such as the State Planning Commission, the State Construction Commission, or the State Economic Commission, to confirm that the project is compliant and the budget is reasonable. Then, the China Construction Bank will be designated to be responsible for the specific disbursement and supervision of the funds.
Finally, the money will reach the construction company's account. Not a single step can be omitted, and not a single link can be wrong!
But most importantly, there is an ironclad rule: local authorities have no right to intercept funds!
This is the most domineering yet reassuring aspect of central government special fund allocations! The money comes from the central government, the projects are determined by the central government, and no local government at any level can even think about getting a share! No one can even try to skim a penny from it!
This money, like it's carrying the aura of an "imperial envoy," received a green light all the way to the project account! Want to "borrow" some money along the way? Want to "adjust" things a bit?
There's no door! The windows are all welded shut!
Therefore, this thin "Central Government Special Funding Notification" is seen by project personnel as a pass to advance the project!
Teacher Shunshou truly never expected that this dim-witted young man in front of him would be holding such a thing. What shocked him even more was that the guy holding this "funding notification" was actually patient enough to eat a dark steamed bun with him!
"You and I……"
Teacher Shunshou was speechless for a long time, his mind a complete mess!
You should know that the Seventh Institute (Aerodynamics Research Institute) is now dirt poor! The meager fixed working capital in the institute's account is barely enough to maintain daily operations!
We're almost at our breaking point on the special lubricating oil used for wind tunnel testing! Let alone upgrading equipment or starting new projects! He was just complaining to Jiang Xia that the institute was starving, and that's absolutely true, not an exaggeration at all!
He had assumed Jiang Xia was a student sent by Teacher Guo to seek help, never imagining that this young man had actually come with "special project funding." Looking at the half-eaten black steamed bun in Jiang Xia's hand, and recalling the notification letter, Teacher Shunshou suddenly felt extremely uneasy.
"Comrade Jiang, no, Leader Jiang. This...this is too disrespectful! How can you eat this? I'll go to the cafeteria right away and think of something!"
Jiang Xia quickly swallowed the steamed bun in her mouth, grabbed Teacher Shunshou's arm, and smiled sincerely: "Teacher Shunshou! Don't bother! Really, it's not necessary! Eating steamed buns is fine, I'm used to it! I've been eating quite well on the train these past few days, lots of meat and fish, so eating some steamed buns is a good way to cleanse my stomach!"
He waved the black steamed bun in his hand, then took another big bite: "Look, isn't this delicious! Chewy! Filling! Better than anything else!"
"Really?"
"real!"
“No…” Teacher Shunshou was still uneasy.
Jiang Xia understood that the sudden change in their identities made these honest researchers feel uncomfortable, so he let go of their hands: "Okay, let's go to the cafeteria and take a look. I also want to see the food at the institute."
Following Teacher Shunshou toward the cafeteria, the further we walked, the more remote it seemed.
The canteen was hidden in an old bungalow in the backyard of the research institute. Most of the plaster had fallen off the walls, revealing the yellow soil underneath, and the windowpanes were cracked and covered with newspaper.
Pushing open the door, a faint musty smell mixed with moisture wafted in. Inside, there were four wooden tables with peeling paint, their legs leveled by broken bricks.
After hearing Master Shunshou's request, the old master chef, who was tending the stove, rubbed his hands together in embarrassment:
“Deputy Director, it’s not that I don’t want to do it… we really don’t have anything left. We’ve already used up last month’s fine grains by being careful with them, and the cabbage stalks were only brought from the farm yesterday. If all else fails, we can just heat up the black bread on the stove to make it softer.”
"This...this..." Teacher Shunshou put his hands in his pockets and gritted his teeth: "Leader Jiang, I'll treat you to dinner outside!"
Jiang Xia didn't care at all. He walked to the wooden shelf by the window and casually broke off a radish strip that was as dry as a tree root: "Radish with steamed buns, the more you eat, the more you want!"
With a bite of black steamed bun and a bite of radish strip, Jiang Xia chewed on these two things and mumbled, "Teacher Shunshou, look, isn't this great!"
Teacher Shunshou looked carefully into Jiang Xia's eyes and found no disdain, only composure and a calm sense of "it should be this way".
"This this……"
"Forget about that. Professor Shunshou has two projects: an improvement project for the Il-28 and an improvement project for the Dongfeng-103. These are no easy tasks! Could you recommend a researcher at the institute?"
With a mountain of stuff on her back, Jiang Xia didn't want to get bogged down in food. Not only was the review of Project 113 a priority, but the "relocation inspection" order from her boss was also urgent. She didn't have time to worry about it.
Compared to Teacher Shunshou's hospitality, the silly boy was dreaming of having the chance to sit at this old man's house for a while.
"Good! Good!" Teacher Shunshou stopped worrying about the food and nodded vigorously. "Comrade Jiang is right! Work is the priority! Let's go to the dormitory now! Those young people are all doing a great job, they must be studying the blueprints! They can't sit still for a moment! There's still some food in the dormitory, we can make do with it."
Professor Shunshou's dormitory was in a row of bungalows behind the research institute, and the conditions were still very simple.
As soon as I opened the door, a wave of heat, carrying the smell of paper and ink, hit me.
In the cramped space, three or four young researchers were crammed together. The cuffs of their faded work clothes were frayed, and some had patches sewn on their elbows. Most of their black-rimmed glasses were wrapped with beige tape, some with broken temples glued on, and others with worn-out frames.
At this moment, several people were gathered around a small wooden table, almost touching heads, engaged in a heated discussion. The table was covered with drawing paper, slide rules, and draft paper filled with densely written formulas.
They sat around a small, peeling wooden table, almost shoulder to shoulder, their heads very close together.
Teacher Shunshou rubbed his hands together sheepishly: "Hehe, coal is a bit scarce. Let's all get together and have some fun!"
Jiang Xia nodded and looked at the table inside the room.
The table was covered with drawing papers, with a wing section drawing taking up most of it. Stress values were marked in red pencil on it. A brass slide rule was stuck in the formula "skin thickness x aerodynamic load". The draft papers next to it were piled up like a small hill. The top one was titled "Wake coefficient correction during low-altitude 500-meter penetration", and the writing had been repeatedly erased, with ink blots overlapping ink blots.
"Xiao Gu, you've reversed the load calculation for this third rib!" The sturdy Xiao Guan poked at the blueprint. "According to this calculation, the wing would have to be tilted upwards by two centimeters!"
The young man, called "Xiao Gu," was rubbing his throbbing temples. Upon hearing this, he immediately leaned over, not even bothering to push his glasses up to his nose.
"Impossible, I ran it three times with a slide rule..."
Before he could finish speaking, Teacher Shunshou's voice came from the doorway.
"Stop, everyone!" Teacher Shunshou called out, "We have a distinguished guest! This is Comrade Jiang Xia! He's Teacher Guo's student, here to provide guidance!"
Several young people looked up at the sound, their faces showing confusion at being interrupted and a hint of annoyance at being disturbed. Upon hearing that they were "Teacher Guo's students," their annoyance quickly subsided, replaced by a hint of curiosity.
Professor Guo's name is a "highly regarded" name at the Seventh Institute. Last year, when they were conducting a thermal flow test on the tail nozzle of a certain aircraft model, they were stuck on the temperature field data for half a month. It was Professor Guo who came to visit and provided the calculation manuscript that finally solved their problem.
"Professor Guo's student? The deputy director, is that Professor Guo who gave us the lecture on 'high-speed boundary layer theory' last time?"
"Correct!"
"Hello, Comrade Jiang!" The lead researcher, a man with a thin face, stood up first and greeted him politely. The researcher next to him, a man of stocky build, put down his slide rule and nodded.
The other person quickly tidied up the drawings on the table and gave Jiang Xia a smile.
Wow, that's some serious talent. His fame is undeniable. I wonder when he started coming here; weren't we telling him to fly less...?
Jiang Xia, who benefited from the situation, was worried about Teacher Guo's whereabouts while waving his hand with a smile.
"Sorry to bother everyone! What are you discussing? You seem so engrossed."
The words just fell!
The atmosphere suddenly changed!
Several researchers shrank back while holding the blueprints, and the young man called "Little Gu" pulled Professor Shunshou behind him, holding up the small compass and gesturing to Jiang Xia.
Why are you asking this?!
"Don't ask what you shouldn't ask! Don't say what you shouldn't say! Where's your letter of introduction? Haven't you memorized the confidentiality agreement?"
"What is the third item, Article 16?"
"Huh?" Little Ahoge stared in astonishment at Researcher Gu across from him.
J-8's father, are you really that irritable?
No wonder you were able to create that "human-operated rocket".