Scholars in the courtyard

Coming out of a workshop and looking at the vast white outside, Yang Xiaotao quickly put on his cotton hat and raised the collar of his coat to avoid the falling snowflakes from the sky.

There was a crunching sound when the feet stepped on the ground, and I felt that the temperature retained in the workshop was quickly dissipating.

"How wronged this God is, it's not over yet when it rains!"

With a mutter in his mouth, Yang Xiaotao walked quickly to the office.

When I came to the house, I shook off the snowflakes on my body and walked to the office.

Before they reached the door, they saw Chen Gong walking out, fully armed, and the two met in the corridor.

"Old Chen, what's going on?"

Seeing that it was Yang Xiaotao, Chen Gong stopped and said, "Just now the TV factory said that the boiler exploded and some people were killed."

"When did it happen?"

Yang Xiaotao was surprised. If he remembered correctly, the heater used by the TV factory was made by their machine factory and installed by them.

"Not long ago, their factory director called just now!"

"Have you found the specific reason?"

Chen Gong shook his head, "It's not clear yet. I'll take someone to take a look. I'll tell you if there's anything else!"

"good!"

Yang Xiaotao watched Chen Gong walk away, thinking about the boiler.

Some of these boilers have been installed for three or four years, and some have only been installed for one or two years, but this is the first time that a boiler has exploded.

Especially those installed in factories use the best steel, the same ones used by their machinery factories.

Nowadays, the machine factory can use it without any problem, but why did the TV factory explode?

There must be a reason for this.

It's just not clear right now.

Yang Xiaotao came to the office to think about the matter. Lou Xiao'e was not there, and most likely went to the Great Hall to rehearse the program.

Since the last time Liu Lixue won a song from him, Lou Xiao'e was arrested and used as a sparring partner.

In addition, the Chinese New Year is coming in a few days, and the rehearsals for the performance are getting more and more intense.

Sitting at the table, Yang Xiaotao thought for a moment before picking up the phone and calling Mr. Chen.

The phone rang twice and was picked up. However, it was not Mr. Chen who spoke, but Mr. Chen's secretary.

"Mr. Yang, Mr. Chen is going to attend an important meeting. If you have anything, you can tell me."

"Oh, that's nothing. I'll lay it down later."

"Okay, I guess it will be after three in the afternoon."

"clear."

After hanging up the phone, Yang Xiaotao took out the design drawing and began to study the missile engine.

At this time, Mr. Chen was sitting in front of the stove, reaching out and playing with the steamed buns that were baking on the stove.

Beside him, there were three other people sitting.

Four people were surrounding the stove. Some were watching Mr. Chen playing with the steamed buns, some were holding cigarettes in their hands but did not light them, and some were picking their ears from time to time as if they were itchy inside.

The last person had a thin face, but his face looked much better than before.

"Old Chen, it's almost done. If you bake the steamed buns again, they'll be burnt."

The old man with a Sichuan accent rolled the cigarette in his hand, and then smelled it, as if he smelled something burnt.

"What a nose you have, I'm just starting to get used to it."

Mr. Chen used chopsticks to insert a page of steamed bun slices. When he picked it up, he saw that the edges were already black.

"So, Xiao Chen, you are not suitable for this job."

The old man who was picking his ears at the side smiled, and what he said also had a Sichuan flavor.

"To say that the best one here is me."

"Think back to when we were in the border area."

The old man began to fall into memories again.

The other three people all laughed after hearing this, and then Mr. Chen directly threw a piece of baked steamed buns over, "Yes, yes, yes, I, Xiao Chen, am not as good as you, Big Chen. After all, I am a person who has drank the water of the Seine River." ah."

After saying this, Da Chen immediately turned his head and looked at his fellow countryman, "Look, he is still this little-tempered after all these years."

The old man shook his head after hearing this, "This is called changing the country easily."

"Nature is hard to change."

The thin old man also followed suit.

Mr. Chen couldn't help laughing when he saw the three of them making fun of him, "Brothers, if you bully people like this, I have to talk to my sisters-in-law."

"Especially the eldest sister, she has told me a lot of things."

As soon as Mr. Chen said this, the three of them immediately looked at each other, and then they all reached out and patted Mr. Chen.

Mr. Chen quickly dodged.

A few people chatted and laughed around the stove, as if they were back in the days of struggle.

Soon after, each of the four people was holding a steamed bun slice, and a bottle of beef sauce was placed in front of them.

"This beef sauce is good, Xiao Chen, did you make it yourself?"

Da Chen also loves spicy food, but he has never tasted such delicious beef sauce in all these years.

While talking, I picked a piece with chopsticks and spread it on the steamed bun slices, then bit into half of it.

"Yeah, it's delicious. It's spicy and fragrant. It also has the crispiness of the steamed buns. Wow, it's delicious."

Da Chen sighed while eating, but he was a little curious when he saw that the three of them looked indifferent.

His eyes finally fell on Mr. Chen.

Because he brought this bottle.

Facing the opposite gaze, Mr. Chen looked at the two people on the left and right and said with a smile, "This is a gift from a junior."

"Sent?"

Da Chen knew Mr. Chen well, and he would not accept the courtesy from ordinary people.

Then he looked at the other two people and found that they just nodded calmly. A trace of doubt came to his mind, "No, don't you two think it tastes good?"

The Sichuan fellow nodded calmly, "Yeah, yes, it's indeed good."

Da Chen rolled his eyes, then looked at the thin old man aside.

"Ahem, I've eaten this before, it's pretty good."

After the old man finished speaking, Da Chen immediately widened his eyes and said, "No, you guys are not all the same."

Mr. Chen laughed after hearing this, "This is indeed Mr. Chen who has drank water from the Seine River. You can tell it at a glance."

Da Chen snorted coldly after hearing this, "You three are working together to bully people."

After hearing this, the fellow villager smiled and told the origin of beef sauce.

After Da Chen heard about it, he directly capped the remaining half bottle of beef sauce and placed it in front of him.

"If no one gives me a gift, I will beat you in the autumn wind. This is called beating the rich."

The three of them were stunned for a moment and then started laughing.

"Okay, I asked you to come because I have something important to say."

The thin old man put down the half-eaten steamed bun slices, took a sip of water and said, "You all know about the note sent by France a few days ago."

The three of them nodded after hearing this.

France sent a note a while ago, wanting to use the production technology of the Phantom aircraft in exchange for the formula and production technology of medicinal wine.

At first, before the note, there was gossip and everyone thought it was a joke.

After all, one is a weapon for national defense. The Mirage aircraft is a very advanced aircraft at the moment. If its production technology and design can be brought domestically, it will definitely improve the national defense strength by a large margin.

The other one is just a health product, and its biggest role for the country is to earn foreign exchange.

But these days, there are some things that money can't buy.

Especially for key technologies, if you look at the alliance and the embargo adopted by the United States, you will know how difficult it is to develop technology.

But when the note was placed in front of them, everyone realized that the other party was not joking.

But we take this matter very seriously.

Therefore, they have held several meetings and discussed this matter many times.

"Many people are now in a position to agree to a swap."

"After all, the other party is very sincere. Not only does it provide technology, but it also promises to provide personnel for guidance. It also presents ten of the latest Phantom aircraft."

"Our comrades all think it's appropriate."

"Especially on the defense side, they desperately want this technology."

After the old man finished speaking, the three people present continued to remain silent.

As a last resort, the old man looked at Da Chen aside, "You two went to study there, tell me how you feel."

Da Chen glanced at the fellow villager, then shook his head, "I know one thing, that is, I don't get any advantage for nothing."

"The more others want it, the more useful it is."

"Besides, they have so many good things, so if we change this and that, it's possible that we will have to drain our wealth."

The old man listened and looked at the person opposite.

At this time, the old man opposite had already taken out a match, rubbed it on the stove and a flame appeared, and then lit the cigarette. Then he said leisurely, "The alliance said the same thing back then."

"But now."

"There are no eternal friends, only eternal interests. This is the value that Western civilization flaunts."

"In the face of common interests, everyone is friends, but when the interests are gone, they leave with a pat on the back, and what is left is still a pile of chicken feathers."

After the old man finished speaking, Mr. Chen also nodded.

"I'm not in favor of swapping either."

"Let me explain first, it's not the foreign exchange that feels sorry for us."

"I have some feelings from recent events."

After the words fell, the three people all looked over.

Mr. Chen picked up the red panda on the table beside him, took out one and lit it himself, and then spoke leisurely.

"I am supervising the Red Star Machinery Factory during this period. You all know this."

"I found that very few things done by machine shops can be accomplished with the help of others."

"This is both good and bad. But one thing is worthy of recognition, and that is to unswervingly follow your own path and never be affected by the outside world."

"Just like this aircraft engine thing, they would rather find someone to study the aircraft themselves than change the design, and that's what I hope."

"What's yours is the best."

After Mr. Chen finished speaking, the thin old man nodded seriously, "I have heard about the Red Star Machinery Factory. They are doing a good job."

"And you're still working on gas turbines? What's going on now?"

Mr. Chen nodded quickly, "Yes, it is said that the design drawings have been made, and they are probably in full production now."

"The machine shop is doing well."

In the blink of an eye, the old man finished smoking a cigarette, took out another one and filled it with a cigarette butt, "It is said that people from the Seventh Machinery Department also went to help?"

Mr. Chen immediately laughed and said, "What kind of help? I'm asking for help."

"Last time, that guy Lao Wang patted his chest at the meeting to ensure that there would be no problems. In fact, it was just a slip-up, and he quickly made up for it afterwards."

"So I decided to focus on the engine in the machine shop."

Da Chen snorted coldly after hearing this, "This King Monkey, not only has he developed a good face over the years, but he has also gained courage. He dares to look down on such things."

The fellow next to him shook his head, "Since he can guarantee it, let's wait and see the result."

"As long as you can do it."

The thin old man said nothing, just weighing the pros and cons.

Seeing this, the three of them remained silent and waited quietly.

Several people also know that the current international situation is very unfriendly.

France is one of the few countries that rarely shows goodwill, and this 'friendship' needs to be maintained well.

"I think, why don't we ask the person involved."

Suddenly, the old man who was smoking spoke.

Hearing this, the thin old man's eyes lit up.