Scholars in the courtyard

Seventh Machinery Department.

Mr. Wang rubbed his brow and felt depressed.

On the side, Mr. Qin closed his eyes and rested.

Zhang Lao next to him also had a serious face.

The three of them stayed in the room all afternoon and said no more than ten sentences.

There's really nothing to say.

Ring ring ring

The phone rang suddenly. Mr. Wang looked at the two of them and finally picked up helplessly.

"Hey, chief, it's me."

"We're looking into it, yes, I understand."

Mr. Wang glanced at Mr. Qin and Mr. Zhang, and they both turned their heads away at the same time.

"I know that we will come up with a plan as soon as possible. You can rest assured that we will never let the other side show off its power."

"Okay, okay."

After hanging up the phone, Mr. Wang glanced at the two of them, then sat aside with a sigh.

"I don't think it's possible. Let's transfer Sam from Forty-Ninth City over first. We can't let the situation continue."

Seeing that the two of them were silent, Mr. Wang could only speak on his own.

"No, the Forty-Nine City side is more important. If the other party takes the opportunity to come to the Forty-Nine City, the consequences will be disastrous."

Mr. Zhang immediately objected, this was a bad idea.

Perhaps, the other party is waiting for you to mobilize, and then a black tiger will come to take out his heart.

"Then, how about buying a few more."

Mr. Wang said again.

"Don't think about it. After the last incident, the foreign trade side discussed it with the alliance and even discussed it with several franchise countries. As a result, they didn't even open their mouths and just refused."

Mr. Qin opened his mouth to explain, and Mr. Wang immediately curled his lips after hearing this, "These bastards are taking advantage of the situation."

If the other party doesn’t want money, then he must want something better.

There are probably only a few people in China who can be valued by the other party.

But every one of them is a chicken that lays golden eggs, and it’s a loss if you give them away.

"Old Wang, can your missiles work?"

Mr. Qin asked again.

After hearing this, Mr. Wang lowered his head and remained silent.

"I heard that you are cooperating with a machinery factory to develop engines. What's going on?"

Mr. Zhang asked from the side.

Mr. Wang said nothing, but Mr. Qin snorted coldly.

"How's it going?"

"I don't know how it is, but Yang Xiaotao is not doing anything serious right now."

"I work on design drawings in the office when I'm at work."

"Our aircraft project has been under construction for so long, and we haven't seen him help."

Mr. Qin was a little annoyed, but Mr. Wang still sighed after hearing this.

It’s not that they don’t work hard, it’s just that the technology is too difficult.

Their Seven Machinery Department can be regarded as a gathering of elites, and the design direction proposed by Yang Xiaotao last time was also recognized by everyone.

During this period of time, everyone redesigned and rearranged the layout. The designed Red Flag missile completely changed. It would not be an exaggeration to say it was a new type.

It seems that this key engine just can't be built.

Not only Yang Xiaotao, but also the various research institutes and factory engineers under their Seventh Machinery Department are all busy and working hard.

But so far there is no finalized design.

"Don't talk about us, how is your plane?"

"Didn't you start the test flight?"

"Can you keep up with the speed?"

Mr. Wang looked at Mr. Zhang and began to ask.

Now it was Mr. Zhang's turn to lower his head.

The experiment at Shengjing Aircraft Factory went smoothly, but the news coming out was not satisfactory.

Especially the speed. According to estimates during the test phase, although the thrust of the new engine meets expectations, the speed of the aircraft can barely reach Mach 2.

In other words, they are on par with the opponent in terms of speed.

But aircraft performance isn't all about speed.

When the speed is almost the same, the test of the fighter becomes other performance.

"We need time."

Mr. Zhang said calmly.

"We are short of time too."

Mr. Wang replied, then picked up the cigarette and lit it.

"This is not the way to go."

Mr. Qin took out a stick and pointed it, and said with a heavy tone.

"Didn't Lao Zhou say that their ships will be equipped with missiles? What do you think?"

"I know about it."

Mr. Wang nodded, "They want to use the ship's ocean-going capabilities to launch missiles to intercept them in advance."

"But this premise is that the ship's self-protection ability is improved. At least it must run fast."

"That means we have to wait?"

"right!"

There was another silence in the room.

"Then just wait."

Zhang Lao put out his cigarette and said, "Let the anti-aircraft artillery troops behind us pull up. Since the missiles can't hit, don't waste it."

"I don't believe it. There are ten anti-aircraft gun emplacements and they still dare to break through."

After speaking, a murderous intention flashed in Zhang Lao's eyes.

Ring ring ring

The phone rings again.

Mr. Wang was a little helpless. Every day, the phone kept ringing either here or there.

It's almost time to get off work, why is there still someone calling?

No one is allowed to rest.

Thinking to himself, he reluctantly walked to the phone and picked it up.

"Hi, I am."

"Old Wang, I've done it, I've done it."

"Lao Wang, is Mr. Qian here? I've made it. Do you want the data? I'll do it."

"Wait a minute!"

Yang Xiaotao's voice on the phone was like a drum, which made Mr. Wang's eardrums hurt, but he understood what the other party said.

But, some are not sure.

"Wait a minute, you, what did you say you did?"

Mr. Wang asked excitedly.

"A ramjet engine is what we call a turbojet engine."

"I designed it, and I checked it out, and it's surprisingly good."

"etc."

Mr. Wang interrupted again, and this time he understood.

"Old Qin, go get Lao Qian. Yang Xiaotao has made the engine."

After the words fell, Mr. Qin immediately ran out. Mr. Zhang stood up from his seat and grabbed the phone, "Xiao Tao, it's me."

"Zhang, Uncle Zhang. You are here too."

Yang Xiaotao had calmed down and recognized Mr. Zhang's voice.

"Yes, I have something to do in the Seventh Machinery Department."

"Let me ask you, have you really made an engine for a missile?"

"Yes, I'm sure, I did it."

"Are you sure it works?"

"It works!"

"good!"

Mr. Zhang is not a talkative person, but he has already said a lot, which shows that he attaches great importance to this matter.

And he also knew that Yang Xiaotao was not a talkative person.

After repeated confirmation, I was convinced.

"What's going on?"

Mr. Qian's voice came from the door. He was holding a pencil in his hand and looked hurried.

Mr. Wang held the phone and said, "This is from Xiaotao. He said he has designed it."

Mr. Qian took the phone and said in a deep voice, "Xiao Tao, what you have to do now is to produce it as soon as possible."

"I understand, I'll let people do the work immediately."

"Okay, we'll go there right away."

Qian Lao hung up the phone and said, "Let's go to the machine factory."

Mr. Wang and others immediately walked out.

"Old Qian, your coat"

Machinery factory.

After Yang Xiaotao hung up the phone, he looked out the window at the night, then closed his eyes and took a deep breath, and then shouted to Lou Xiao'e who had not yet left, "Let all the key personnel of the R\u0026D Department and the first workshop stay and work overtime tonight."

"Notify the logistics department and leave key personnel to dispatch items and work overtime tonight."

"Notify the security department and take all those who have returned home."

"Also, inform the cafeteria that extra meals tonight will be of the highest standard."

Yang Xiaotao said so seriously that Lou Xiao'e didn't dare to be careless and immediately nodded and ran out.

In the room, Yang Xiaotao sat down again and began to sort out the drawings.

He wants to sort out all the drawings of the HXD-1 stamping machine, and then sort them out again so that they are clear to his heart.

He understands what Mr. Qian means. Only by making the finished product can we get accurate data.

And time is in short supply on both sides.

It’s not that he doesn’t know what’s going on in Shanghai.

He even heard about Minfu's situation from Lao Jin.

The enemy is very rampant.

If you don't teach him a bloody lesson, I really think no one will be able to deal with it.

One workshop.

Liu Daming and others had just finished manufacturing the gas turbine and were talking to Hou Baobao about going home for a drink when they saw Huang Degong running over in a hurry, looking nervous.

"Gong Liu, Mr. Yang informed us that everyone will stay and work overtime tonight."

"Let's go eat now, and we'll hand out the mission later."

Liu Daming and others were stunned for a moment, then looked at each other and immediately ran to the cafeteria.

Logistics Office.

Chen Gong patted his belly and prepared to go home. The day was getting warmer. He was thinking about going back and buying some clothes for his grandson. At his age, although the revolution still required his own efforts, Yi'er could still play with his grandson in his free time.

But before leaving the warehouse, I saw the logistics director running over, "Chang Chen, just now, Mr. Yang told us to prepare scheduling materials and work overtime tonight."

"Working overtime tonight? What are you doing?"

Suddenly, Chen Gong thought of a possibility, and his initial reluctance when he heard about working overtime tonight was immediately forgotten, replaced by excitement.

He knows best about things in the south.

The old man in the family was so angry that he was unhappy for several days, and even wanted to hit him at every turn.

As for what Yang Xiaotao has been busy with these days, he has also heard about it. Now that Yang Xiaotao said that he works overtime, it is likely to be done.

"What are you doing standing around?"

"Mr. Yang said to work overtime, so everyone worked overtime for me."

"Don't pull any one down."

"I'm telling you, if anyone from our logistics department dares to hold back, don't stay here."

The logistics director trembled and immediately shouted, "Understood, I will arrange people immediately and call back everyone who has returned home."

"Let's make arrangements. Go to the Publicity Department and let the loudspeaker shout."

"clear."

In the office area, Liu Huaimin was busy in the room as usual. He usually left very late.

Suddenly, I heard the factory's loudspeaker ringing twice, and then I heard Liu Lixue's voice coming from inside.

Liu Huaimin didn't think so at first. After all, it was normal for the Propaganda Department to sing songs to the workers from time to time to boost morale and motivation.

After just listening for a while, Liu Huaimin threw the pen on the table.

Working overtime at night, or all employees?

"Nonsense."

"I work overtime at night, how can I work during the day tomorrow!"

"What a nonsense."

Liu Huaimin got up and walked out. He wanted to talk to Yang Youning.

As soon as he went out, he saw Yang Youning coming out with the same confusion on his face.

"Lao Yang, what did you say?"

"It's impossible, I don't even know what's going on."

The two of them said something, and then heard the patter of footsteps in the corridor. They looked up, and then immediately stepped forward to greet them.

I saw the leader, Mr. Zhang, walking quickly, with Mr. Qin, Wang, Lao Qian and Xiao running behind him, and behind him were about ten people, occupying the entire corridor.

The two were suspicious and stepped forward to greet him.

Mr. Zhang and others nodded and quickly walked into Yang Xiaotao's office.

The two of them instantly figured out what was going on.

Only Yang Xiaotao could make the people in the machinery factory work overtime, and only Yang Xiaotao could attract the attention of so many leaders.

Old Zhang took the lead and walked into the house, but he stopped as soon as he entered the door.

Behind him, Old Qin, Old Wang and Old Wang hurriedly stopped and looked in the direction of his gaze.

I saw that there were many drawings scattered on the ground, and there were four piles of them next to the table. At a glance, it was obvious that these were all manuscripts.

Yang Xiaotao was holding a design drawing at the moment, and when he saw several people standing at the door, he hurriedly stood up.

"This, this"

Yang Xiaotao also found that the manuscripts on the ground were a bit messy, and hurriedly kicked them aside with his feet.

"Don't move, it's okay, we won't go in."

Old Zhang suddenly spoke with a serious expression.

Yang Xiaotao was a little confused. It was just some waste paper, what was he doing?

He didn't know that in the eyes of Old Qin and Old Qian, every piece of manuscript paper on the ground was a result of hard work.

"Okay. Then let's go to the workshop."

Yang Xiaotao responded and walked out.

When he went out, he found that Ran's father, Director Xu, Director Wang and other elites of the Seventh Ministry of Machine Building had all come.

One by one, they looked at Yang Xiaotao, full of admiration in their solemnity.

"Please go in."

Old Zhang said, and then took the initiative to make way for Yang Xiaotao to go forward.

Behind him, Old Wang, Old Qian, Ran's father and others all made way in the middle.

Yang Xiaotao looked at everyone, then took a deep breath and strode towards the workshop.

Behind him, Liu Huaimin's eyes flickered, and he was faintly excited.

Yang Youning took a deep breath and ordered the secretary Xiaoqiang who came out, "Go in and pack up these waste manuscripts, and then check them all for me, and don't throw away any of them."

Xiaoqiang was a little surprised, why did he still need the waste manuscripts.

Yang Youning looked at the crowd going away and smiled proudly, "I will put these waste manuscripts in the memorial hall."