Sky-cracking Rider

Chapter 435 Section 431 - Procedural Justice

Even if they were experienced employees and mid-to-senior management at the conglomerate, 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 methods, and then playing the connection game. Everyone hoped for the limited quota to be released, competing fiercely as they showed off their capabilities.

Almost every time, even if there wasn't bloodshed, it was nearly the same.

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 conglomerate 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 confirmed, he too was easily dismissed.

Even for his own daughter, Shen Songling had never exerted so much effort, following the old methods 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 resume had no issues, people would somewhat 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 conglomerate, 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 something just anyone could receive.

Even the vice president's daughter, working in the administrative center's secretary's office, was just a contract worker, merely 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 treatment?

"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 someone 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 time 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 mention the down payment and monthly installment of a house that suffocated young people.

Would he, when old, empty his pension to support his children down the same 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.

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 time 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 former could sell fighter jets at the price of cabbages; no-one else would stand a chance.

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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 name 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 development cycle, the time for the employment 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 same 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 metal psychic power, it would save a huge amount of effort, whether in terms of time or money, no longer turning into impediments. 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 something really exciting.

Everything started moving in a good direction.

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