When you are rich, there is Rheinmetall; when you are poor, there is Rheinsteel!

Lin Yu's words made Qian Jianguo slowly raise his head. He looked at Lin Yu with a face that was not confident, and asked blankly: "I am so old, and you still want to exploit me?"

Lin Yu glanced at him: "You haven't retired yet, why don't you make use of your remaining energy?"

"Besides, I only trust you to do this kind of thing."

"Without further delay, you will set off tomorrow, take the letter I asked for from the General Staff, go to the northwest, and go to the address on the envelope."

"You must remember that what I want is cotton linters, the small layer on the seeds of long-staple cotton. Don't be fooled by people with short-staple cotton."

Listening to Lin Yu's explanation, Qian Jianguo remembered the cotton he planted when he was a child. After pulling down the big clump of cotton, there would be a small layer of fluff on the cotton seeds.

When he was a child, there was a shortage of materials, and that layer of fluff would be scraped off with a knife and mixed with the cotton.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but become more curious and asked:

"What are you going to do with this thing?"

"High-quality smokeless gunpowder, which uses nitrocellulose."

"Ordinary cotton is not okay?"

"It's said to be high-quality smokeless gunpowder."

"Okay, I'll go get ready now." Qian Jianguo slowly got up and walked out slowly, but as he walked, his body became upright and his steps became very brisk.

He soon disappeared at the door of the auditorium.

After he left, Lin Yu also followed him out of the auditorium and walked towards his residence. Now he was only given a preliminary drawing, which needed to be continuously improved in the future.

It's all troublesome.

Moreover, there are papers to be done.

Trouble.

On the other side, after leaving the auditorium, Jiang Song did not delay for a second and directly took the workers from the original artillery factory back to the artillery factory at the fastest speed.

Spreading the drawings on the table in the office of the artillery factory, he picked up paper and pen and began to copy the drawings.

He was busy, and the workers next to him were also studying.

"This thing doesn't look like a rocket at all."

"Where is it used?"

"Can this thing really make money?"

"I don't know, but this is the drawing given by the factory manager. He said it can make money, so it should make money."

"Even if it doesn't make money, we have to change it. Didn't you hear the factory manager say that this year's money is the last time?"

"Alas..."

"What's the point of sighing now? What were you doing a few years ago?"

"A few years ago... Forget it, let's get this weird rocket done first."

"Stop talking, quickly separate and perfect the drawings and see how to make them."

The workers who were chatting stopped talking and began to copy the drawings under Jiang Song's assignment.

Two hours later, the drawings were copied and turned into parts drawings in the hands of the workers.

After pasting all the drawings of the parts on the wall, Jiang Song picked up a ruler and pointed at the drawings and said, "I saw it when I was dividing the drawings just now."

"The fuse part will be handed over to your cutting group for processing using cutting technology."

"The projectile body part is mainly castings, which need to be re-molded. The die-casting group should get the drawings of the mold before this afternoon and adjust the equipment."

"I will go to the steel workshop before the evening and ask them to get the mold out."

"Hurry up."

"Finally, the charge inside, let the people in the gunpowder preparation workshop and the chemical workshop hurry up. If there are any problems, go directly to the factory director."

"We will try to make a few test products within a week, test the power, and then make corrections."

"Everyone, this is the last chance."

"If we can't grasp it again, we will... If we can't grasp it this time, we will have no future."

Jiang Song waved his hand and shouted angrily: "Charge."

The other workers followed his rhythm and roared.

"Charge!"

"Charge!"

The workers in the shell workshop raised their right hands one by one, followed Jiang Song and shouted loudly.

The morale boosting session was over, and the next step was the official work.

The workers dispersed and returned to their posts, those who needed to sharpen their knives sharpened their knives, and those who needed to overhaul their lathes overhauled their lathes.

At the same time, the reorganized agricultural machinery factory.

The two groups of people from the original steel workshop and tractor workshop stood opposite each other across a table.

At the front of the two groups were the workshop directors on both sides.

Feng Lun and Bai Ming.

The two middle-aged men, who were almost 100 years old in total, stood there, holding safety helmets in their hands, without saying a word.

And the people behind them all cast their eyes on them.

Feeling the gazes behind them, the two slowly raised their heads and their eyes crossed.

At this moment, they both understood the meaning of each other's eyes.

Afraid that this thing would not make money, afraid that this would be another mess.

But, the reality is that they have no way out, if they don't mess around, they will die.

They looked at each other for a long time.

Feng Lun said, "Let's get started. Don't waste time."

"No matter how this thing turns out, even if it doesn't work out, we at least struggled once. At least, decades later, when we think of this, we won't regret it."

"I won't be like other people who say, 'If I had done this or that.'"

Bai Ming nodded at him, turned around, looked at the people behind him, and shouted:

"Did you hear that? Let's try it one last time. No matter if it succeeds or not, we'll do it with our best attitude."

"At least, you won't regret it when you're old."

"If we do it, we may still be able to survive."

"For 20,000 yuan, for the year-end bonus! Go!"

After he finished speaking, he turned around and took his own drawings, and the workers behind him took the initiative to make way.

Bai Ming turned around and walked through the crowd, and the people in the steel workshop followed him.

Just like the soldiers going to the last battle.

Feng Lun watched them leave, stretched out his hand, and called the technical backbones of the tractor workshop together.

He pointed to the drawings and said, "60 horsepower, plus the additional power output, so we need to recast a cylinder."

"So our first task now is to get the mold out."

"We have most of the other parts, mainly those metal hydraulic pipes, which need to be remade."

"I don't care what you did in the past."

"But this time, I don't want the parts I make to be unable to be installed, understand?"

"Start working."

At his command, the workers left with the drawings and walked towards their workstations.

Feng Lun himself put on the safety helmet on his head, grabbed the drawings, and walked towards the casting workshop.

The first step in making a diesel engine is to make a sand casting mold.

The people in the workshop were busy, and the people from the security department, led by Luo Ping, came to the training ground that originally belonged to them.

He looked at the map in his hand, and then at the frozen land in front of him.

It was hard.

He stamped his feet, and it hurt.

Behind him, the other people from the security department leaned on the shovel and asked curiously: "Brother Luo, shall we dig?"