Scholars in the courtyard

After Yang Youning left, Yang Xiaotao briefly told Ran's father what happened before.

After hearing this, Ran's father also shook his head.

“It’s not something you can make just by having the drawings.”

“It’s useless if you can’t understand the structure.”

Yang Xiaotao nodded.

When I was making machine tools before, ordinary people would have a headache just looking at the pile of parts laid out on the floor, let alone assembling them.

The other party had no assembly experience, so it was even more difficult to succeed the first time.

After the two of them talked, they didn't take the matter to heart. Anyway, as long as they weren't the ones that were bothered.

One machine department.

When Mr. Xia heard about the machine tool made by the Logistics Department, he just nodded lightly, but the disappointment in his heart strengthened his inner choice.

He gave him the opportunity. If the other party couldn't seize it and couldn't take it back, then it would be his fault.

Logistics Office.

After Director Xue finished explaining the situation to the steel rolling mill, a relaxed look appeared on his face.

Ever since he started building Daystar himself, there was a sense of pressure on him.

If you can't do it yourself, it doesn't prove that the logistics department is inferior to the steel rolling mill.

There are drawings, workers involved in manufacturing, and sufficient materials. If this can't be done, it's unreasonable.

Fortunately, it was finally done this time.

Although the consumption is indeed a bit high, especially for tungsten alloy, even two units are enough.

Director Xue hesitated. If it consumes so much in the future, he might as well not do it if there are no tasks.

Or let the steel rolling mill help, at least it can save a lot of materials.

However, these drawings must be kept. The First Machinery Department has already said that from now on the drawings will be archived and will not be distributed without special requirements.

Just as I was thinking about it, the phone on the table suddenly rang.

"Hey, it's Lao Ning. How are you lately?"

"Ah? Yes, you knew it so quickly. Yes, it's done. It's done, otherwise I can't explain it."

"Yes, we have two, hahaha"

"By the way, where are your progress? They are being assembled, so that's going to be soon."

After a while, the call was hung up, Director Xue rubbed his brows, and then walked to the workshop.

The drawings of the punch machine have been obtained and are now being stepped up to manufacture.

Next, see if you can get the drawings of the milling machine. Even if you spend a little resources, it will be possible.

After all, it is a milling machine!

And the moment Director Xue hung up the phone, Director Ning, who was holding the microphone opposite, turned pale.

The Logistics Office has done it!

It’s done!

And they still have a bunch of parts in the workshop!

No comparison, no harm!

Now, what he has to consider is how to make up for his suspicion last time and how to give an explanation to his superiors.

"Somebody come!"

"Have a meeting, call everyone, have a meeting!"

Zizzi~~

"Comrades, please note that within the next 24 hours, this city will encounter Typhoon No. 5. This typhoon will land in Zhanjiang and will continue to be strong. Comrades, please ensure the safety of your personal and property, ~Zizi~, The fruits of the revolution are guaranteed, guaranteed”

The sound of the radio echoed in the office, making the evening in Jinling even more dull.

The calm before the storm. The air is so hot that it can make you feel feverish. The roofs you see outside the window are like city walls that are crumbling under the pressure of black clouds.

In this era, not many people actually owned radios, so most typhoon warnings were notified by the meteorological station to various factories and sub-district office brigade headquarters through phone calls. In this way, they were passed down from level to level. Although it was time-sensitive, it also allowed people to People know the situation.

If it is a small typhoon, people naturally do not need to worry, as long as the children and the elderly are settled, it is time to go to work.

But if there is a big typhoon, factories will be closed, and schools will be closed.

In the corridor, people who received the notification were rushing to the family courtyard or dormitory building.

Whenever a typhoon approaches, the factory will stop production, organize manpower to reinforce the factory area, and at the same time let the workers go home to take care of their children.

This time, it's the same as usual.

The factory is full of people running around.

There was silence in the factory director's office.

Factory Director Huang looked at the drawings on the table, his expression gloomy and he was about to cry out.

I thought there was something wrong with the drawings, but in the end, the clown turned out to be me.

When the people below raised this doubt, he had also doubted it. After all, it would benefit no one if the other party kept it secret, and there was no need to ruin his character for such a thing.

Therefore, subjectively, he does not agree with this statement.

However, it has never been completed in the factory, and the production of machine tools has entered a bottleneck, which has never happened in many years.

The workers were also troubled by this machine tool, and the entire machine tool factory was even more perfunctory.

This made him angry and at the same time shaken in his heart.

only.

Unexpectedly, the other party did not explain at all, and even the superiors did not make any move.

The old head of the First Machinery Department even spoke coldly to him, which made him realize that things were not simple.

Sure enough, with the news coming from the logistics office, he understood that the reason why people ignored him was because they had confidence.

He was just looking for trouble, and he seemed incompetent.

Now, he finally tasted the bitter pill.

Ring ring ring

The phone rang suddenly, and Director Huang waited for a long time before reaching out to pick it up.

A woman's voice came from the phone, "Old Huang, why aren't you back yet? The family is preparing to fight the typhoon, and the children haven't been picked up yet, so..."

snap

After hanging up the phone, Director Huang's eyes were blank.

Looking at the dull sky outside.

Countless images flashed through my mind.

From the establishment of the machine tool factory, from the domestic reliance, from the hard work all the way, to the current brilliant achievements.

Then, in the glory, indulge, indulge.

Thinking of this, Director Huang's eyes suddenly burst into light.

"It's time to have a storm and wake up!"

With determination in his eyes, Director Huang stood up and walked out of the office.

After a while, those who were preparing to go home to clean up their houses, or who were shouted at by their wives to go home, were all called back to the factory.

Not all of them are complaining, and not all of them are ready to come back.

After seeing the messenger, everyone took a deep breath.

Because the person who came to call was not a worker in the factory, but a member of the factory security department.

Now, everyone can only run back to the factory before the storm arrives.

Da da da

There were constant sounds of running in the workshop. People who were greeting friends at the door suddenly entered the workshop. When they saw the scene in front of them, they all held their throats and did not dare to speak.

In the workshop, dozens of people, including the factory director, deputy director, director, and section chief, lined up at the front.

None of them spoke, especially the one at the front, whose face was as calm as a volcano.

On the other side, a group of people were also standing, lowering their heads in silence.

Several people walked quickly into the crowd, hiding their figures.

"Everyone is here?"

Director Huang asked Lao Zhu beside him.

Lao Zhu wiped the sweat from his face, looked up at the people in front of him, and then nodded.

"Director, everyone is here!"

Director Huang nodded, then looked at everyone coldly.

The scene became dull for a moment, even duller than under the dark clouds outside.

The difference is that it's dull and hot outside.

And the dullness inside makes my back feel chilly from the cold.

"today!"

Factory Director Huang's voice was not loud, but in this empty workshop, it was particularly harsh.

Everyone's hearts tightened, whether they were in front or behind, their eyes were fixed on the factory director in front of them.

"I got the message."

"The logistics department has already made the machine tool!"

Director Huang almost said these two sentences through gritted teeth.

Those who came closer could clearly hear the sound of the factory director’s teeth clashing.

In an instant, everyone's hearts suddenly rose to their throats.

They knew the impact of this statement.

As one of the few machine tool factories in the country, it couldn't produce the work with the drawings, and even questioned the accuracy of the drawings.

Well now, a third party has made it.

Not only did he crush his own doubts, he also made the machine tool factory a joke in the mouths of others.

This is a shame!

Silence, long dullness.

Boom...rumble...

Suddenly there was a muffled thunder from the horizon, followed by the sound of wind whistling from the closed doors and windows.

And with the sound of muffled thunder, the wind came, and the rain also fell.

Factory Director Huang looked at the people below, and scenes emerged in his mind. The honors he had once had, the factory that had been handed over to him, and the heroic words he had left behind all turned into reality at this moment.

"Today is September 10th!"

Director Huang seemed to be whispering, but in the next second, it suddenly became sharper.

"I'll give you two weeks."

Two sentences, two meaningless sentences.

The people below raised their heads, with either fear or anger on their faces. Some even understood the meaning of these words and were angry. They are the glorious working class!

This is a naked threat, who gave him the courage.

But before they could express their wishes, Director Huang turned his head and looked at the leaders of the lathe factory behind him.

His gaze is like a sword, whether he is the deputy director or the chief of the security department.

Director Huang could see a sense of determination in his eyes.

"You all know the fire that was burned some time ago!"

Naturally, everyone knows how miserable it is for those birds who are regarded as scary monkeys to go to the factory.

There was a change of leadership throughout.

It's just that he never thought that one day he would be treated like a bird.

But now, facing the factory director's gaze, some people feel guilty!

"If you can't finish it in two weeks, I will take the lead and resign personally!"

"No need to discredit the factory."

boom!

crackle...

Lightning flashed across, illuminating the dull workshop.

And Director Huang’s serious face.

Ignoring the glances in front and behind him, Factory Manager Huang slowly left the workshop with his hands behind his back, leaving two groups of people behind, looking at each other.

Lao Zhu swallowed hard. The factory director only told them for two weeks that he would resign, but...

It is conceivable that before the factory director resigns, these people can still stay?

The workers below, who originally had various mentalities, were also completely shocked at this moment.

The leadership is about to be fucked, how can they, the workers, be okay?

Yes, workers are big brothers, but I didn’t say that everyone is a big brother.

Besides, there are so many workers, but a hundred or ten fewer workers can still build the revolution.

At this moment, everyone felt a cold air rising from their tailbones.

The next second, a sigh came, and then more people lowered their heads helplessly.

For honor and livelihood, they have to fight.

…

Forty-nine cities, the moon and stars are sparse.

There is no black veil in the sky, and the moonlight on the ground is like a flower.

The cool air blew in through the window, Xiaowei's head popped up from the table, and when she blew with her little mouth, the windmill inserted on the table began to rotate rustlingly.

Yang Xiaotao paid no attention, sitting quietly at the desk looking at a stack of design drawings with a solemn expression.

Now, everything that needs to be done is almost done. According to the communication with Ran's father, the milling machine drawings produced have still not been approved by the system.

"What's wrong?"

Reaching out to look at the drawings, Yang Xiaotao looked at them one by one, frowning.

These days, there are sacks of paper used, and that doesn’t even come from the factory.

Ran Qiuye used all the papers at home to make fun of them. They were enough to ignite the fire this winter.

Even so, there was still no success.

Putting down the drawings, he then picked up the notes compiled by Ran's father, which contained information on semi-automatic machine tools from various countries.

Yang Xiaotao read through the pages, each theory, each construction direction, and remembered them all in his heart.

And Qi, when designing the drawings, he also followed this.

"But, why can't it be done?"

Yang Xiaotao murmured.

This sense of powerlessness of failure made Yang Xiaotao, who had always been smooth sailing, feel helpless.