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Mr. Wang picked up a match, lit a cigarette, and took a long puff.

Mr. Qian's words silenced everyone.

Director Yan wanted to speak, wanted to say what was in his heart, build a plane.

But when the words came to his lips, he lost his voice first.

Every family has its own scriptures that are difficult to recite.

They are all brothers in need.

Sometimes, it doesn't take one person, one factory, or one department to achieve success.

Missiles, aircraft, and the various industries responsible for them require overall improvement from top to bottom in order for the top level to be promoted.

But now, it is so difficult to improve.

In other words, even if their Thunderbolt 3 can be built, there is no suitable aircraft as a carrier.

"Chief, we'd better contact our brother departments about this matter."

Mr. Qian on the side said, Mr. Wang nodded silently.

The only thing that can be done now is to cooperate and find a meeting point that is acceptable to both parties.

"Old Qian, we'd better focus on ourselves."

"Do your best. Everyone has hardships and everyone has to overcome difficulties."

"What we have to do is do our job well."

Mr. Wang's voice reached everyone's ears through the smoke, making everyone take their minds back.

Mr. Wang is right, they can't manage their own affairs well.

"Then let me tell you the direction of our mission."

Qian Lao picked up the notebook and began to say, "To deal with the exposed problems, we have two directions to work on."

"First, the performance of Jing Lei No. 1 is excellent, but in the face of this situation, better performance is needed, so the research work of Jing Lei No. 2 is proceeding normally."

"Director Wang, you are responsible for following up on this."

"yes!"

"Second, for air-to-air missiles, Pili 3 needs to determine the plan as soon as possible. Director Yan, you are responsible for this."

"clear."

Director Yan nodded sharply, but still asked, "Chief, can you ask the machinery factory to provide a smaller ramjet engine?"

"If their engines could be made smaller, our success rate would increase significantly."

After saying this, everyone was thinking about the feasibility in their hearts.

Ran's father also nodded after hearing this. If the stamping machine can really be improved, it will be very helpful for the research and development of missiles.

Mr. Wang knocked down the cigarette ashes and looked at Director Yan, "How big do you need it to be?"

Director Yan thought for a moment and replied, "According to the requirements of the No. 2 missile, the diameter of this engine cannot exceed one hundred and fifty millimeters."

"And in order to speed up, the fuel inside cannot be less than the filling capacity of No. 2, including the warhead and navigation part."

Director Yan told the possible situation, and then gritted his teeth and said, "Now our aircraft can only carry two No. 2 missiles, which can barely reach Mach 1.5. If it is heavier, it will not be able to carry even one!"

"So, one hundred and fifty millimeters is the limit. Of course, if it can be reduced to one hundred and twenty millimeters, the effect will be better."

After hearing this, Mr. Wang put out his cigarette butt and then looked at Ran's father.

"When will the electromechanical factory we cooperate with the machinery factory officially start production?"

"It is expected to be officially put into production in August this year, and the machinery factory is preparing manpower and equipment."

Father Ran thought for a while and replied, but Mr. Wang waved his hand, "Can't wait."

Then he looked at the directors and supervisors of various departments below, "It's the end of June now, and before July 10th, the mechanical and electrical plant must focus on production."

"Anyone from any department who has people there can be sent to me."

"I stress again, if anyone delays this matter, they will leave immediately."

"Also, this is to avenge the shame of our Seventh Machinery Department. If you don't want to be pointed at the back and scolded for your incompetence when you go out, just stare at me and make this No. 3."

The flesh on Mr. Wang's chin reached to his lips, and his eyes were even more stern.

"yes!"

Hula la

A group of people stood up suddenly.

After everyone left, only Wang, Lao Qian and Lao Qian were left in the room.

"Old Qian, this time, I'm so embarrassed."

"I chased him all the way and didn't even touch a hair!"

Mr. Wang's face became tangled.

For the first time, Mr. Qian took out a cigarette and lit it silently.

Three Machinery Department.

When Mr. Zhang returned to the office, he locked the people inside and ordered no one to disturb him.

Zheng Shuangyan and others came outside the door several times, but they didn't dare to knock on the door.

They all knew what happened and why Mr. Zhang did what he did.

The entire three-machine department fell into a depressing atmosphere.

Just when it was getting dark and Zheng Shuang was about to knock on the door, he saw Mr. Zhang walking out with red circles under his eyes.

"Meeting!"

He said two words softly, and then walked to the conference room.

Zheng Shuangyan trembled all over after hearing this, and then hurriedly asked someone to notify the heads of various departments.

At this time, if anyone dares not to come or be late, he is sure that Mr. Zhang can kick them out.

Fortunately, everyone is not a fool. Knowing that their boss is in trouble, no one dares to leave after get off work.

The conference room was quickly filled with people, but there was no other sound inside. Everyone sat on their chairs and waited quietly.

"Chief, everyone is here."

Zheng Shuangyan glanced at the people sitting below and said.

At this time, Mr. Zhang seemed to have come back to his senses, then took a deep breath, and then looked at everyone with sharp eyes.

"Today, I read a lot of information, which contains the production conditions of many local factories."

Mr. Zhang did not talk about the Blackbird, but talked about the conditions of the factories under his jurisdiction, which made everyone present confused.

Even Zheng Shuangyan could not understand the situation.

Pa

Mr. Zhang slammed the table fiercely, and everyone present shuddered.

There was a trace of horror in everyone's eyes.

Their leader had never slammed the table for so many years.

What's more, what frightened them even more was that they didn't know why they slammed the table.

A group of people were silent.

Mr. Zhang glanced at the people below, "Tian Hai."

"Chief."

A middle-aged man below was called and stood up immediately, but when he answered, his throat was a little dry and his voice was even more hoarse.

"Factory 2158, Factory 2163, and Factory 716, you are in charge of it."

Tian Hai nodded immediately after hearing it, "Yes, Chief."

Hearing Mr. Zhang's question, the people below quickly turned their heads.

The three factories that Zhang Lao mentioned just now seem to be the machine tool factories below.

Instantly, some people thought of something and their eyes began to evade.

"Let me ask you, how many machine tools are there in these three factories, and how many Rising Stars and Morning Stars are there among the machine tools?"

Zhang Lao's voice was not fluctuating at all, but it made Tian Hai's heart skip a beat.

"Chief, these, these three, three machine tool factories, we have purchased a total of twelve Rising Stars and four Morning Stars, all of which have been installed in place."

"Installed in place, then tell me, why the quality of the machine tools produced has not only not improved, but has become worse than before?"

Click

A piece of information was thrown in front of Tian Hai by Zhang Lao, and Tian Hai was so scared that he hurriedly picked it up.

A closer look showed that it contained the production data of each factory for a year. From the graph, it can be seen that the output has hardly increased.

But the subsequent report also showed that the quality has not increased.

"This, this"

"Commander, this, this is the one operating the machine tool, it's the worker, the worker's skills can't be improved, so, so, the quality can't be improved."

After hearing this, Zhang Lao just picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip to moisten his throat, "Now, you know."

"What should I do?"

The gentle questioning made Tian Hai's forehead sweat.

"I, I"

"Don't know? I'll think of a way for you."

Zhang Lao put down the cup, then stared at Tian Hai and said coldly, "From today on, the task of producing machine tools will be increased, and the quality control of factory tasks will be improved."

"For those who fail to complete the task, the factory leaders will go to farm."

"For those who fail to complete the task again, all the workers in the factory will go to farm."

"Our Third Machine Department has no shortage of people, no shortage of workers to work."

Tian Hai couldn't breathe smoothly after hearing this, and nodded tremblingly.

Then he sat on the chair, his heart full of fear.

Now who doesn't know the benefits of being a worker, holding an iron rice bowl, eating rations, and having status, who doesn't want to be a worker?

But now, he went to farm with just one sentence.

This, this is going to smash the iron rice bowl.

Without the city's food supply, how many people will have to starve.

Not only him, many people present turned pale.

"Wang Minghua."

Old Zhang spoke again.

A person below stood up suddenly.

"Factory 419, are you in charge?"

"Yes, chief."

Wang Minghua was different from Tian Hai, his voice was loud.

Zhang Lao glanced over, "Are you confident?"

"Commander, I know the situation of Factory 419. The factory is full of backbone elites and is also the benchmark factory of our Third Machine Department."

"Benchmark? Did you call yourself that? Or who else did you call yourself that?"

Wang Minghua raised his head, "Commander, since the factory was built, Factory 419 has provided us with a large number of excellent machines to ensure the development of military industry."

"Yes, the factory has been ups and downs in the past two years, but I still believe that Factory 419 still has the ability and contribution. Moreover, the workers inside are all revolutionary workers and talents of our Third Machine Department."

"If you have the ability, why don't you improve the quality of your products?"

Zhang Lao picked up the cup again and drank the tea in it.

Wang Minghua listened and said, "Commander, you also said that not all factories are like the Red Star Machinery Factory. The comrades below have worked very hard, and we don't need to blame them anymore."

"Commander, I, I think your requirements are a bit strict."

After the voice fell, there was a sound of people sucking in cold air around.

Zheng Shuangyan even stood up, staring at Wang Minghua with a cold gaze, and the guards in charge around him also stared at Wang Minghua, and a murderous aura quickly spread in the room.

Haha

Haha!

"Embarrassment, harsh criticism?"

Mr. Zhang suddenly laughed, and his voice gradually became colder.

"What is the mission of workers? It is to sacrifice their lives for revolutionary construction."

"When did it become harsh to demand the completion of tasks?"

"Commander!"

Suddenly, a middle-aged man stood up abruptly, "Commander, I have wanted to say it for a long time."

"I don't know what others think, but now, many factories are just muddling along, holding tasks and getting paid."

"I have been to the Red Star Machinery Factory and even to their branch factories."

"That's what workers should be like."

"High-spirited, the spirit of the three studies, deeply rooted in the hearts of workers."

The middle-aged man glanced at everyone indifferently, "And the chief, I dare to say that the real people who are holding on to iron rice bowls are not the workshop workers, but those who don't want to cause trouble, don't want to be evil, don't want to be embarrassed, and just muddle along. , managers of mixed tasks.”

bang bang

bang bang bang

Suddenly, there was sparse applause in the room.

Then the applause grew louder and louder.

It's just that some people are trying their best to make mistakes with a red face.

And some people have blank faces and are at a loss.

Mr. Zhang smiled.

At this moment, he smiled brightly.

He understood that these people of his were not rotten to the core.

I can still save my three machine divisions.

"Wang Minghua, from now on, all positions will be relieved."

"Take him out."

After Mr. Zhang finished speaking, the guards immediately stepped forward and dragged the lost Wang Minghua away.

He was unwilling and confused.

Obviously, what he said was the voice of the workers.

Mr. Zhang looked at everyone, his tone was sonorous,

"In this iron rice bowl, the first machine department can smash it, the machine factory can smash it, but my third machine department can't?"

"Starting from today, I will tell everyone that our Third Machinery Department does not have iron-clad jobs, only iron-clad people."