Scholars in the courtyard.

Chapter 2123 Should I change it?
Coming out of a workshop and looking at the vast expanse of white outside, Yang Xiaotao quickly put on his cotton hat and turned up the collar of his coat to avoid the snowflakes falling from the sky.

The ground under my feet made a creaking sound, and I felt the temperature retained in the workshop quickly dissipate.

"The heavens must have been wronged. It's raining and it won't stop!"

Muttering something, Yang Xiaotao quickly walked towards the office.

I came into the house, brushed off the snowflakes on my body, and walked towards the office.

Before he reached the door, he 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 someone died."

"When did this happen?"

Yang Xiaotao was shocked. If he remembered correctly, the heating furnace used by the TV factory was made by their machinery factory and was also 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 some people to take a look. We'll talk later if there's anything!"

"it is good!"

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

These boilers have been installed for as long as three or four years, or as short as one or two years, but this is the first time that a boiler has exploded.

Especially for factory installation, the best steel is used, the same as that used in their machinery factories.

Nowadays, there are no problems using it in machinery factories, so why is it that the TV factory is in trouble?
There must be a reason for this.

It's just not clear now.

Yang Xiaotao came to the office thinking about something, but Lou Xiao'e was not there. She must have gone to the Great Hall to rehearse the program.

Ever since Liu Lixue won a song from him last time, Lou Xiao'e was taken away to be his sparring partner.

In addition, the Chinese New Year is just a few days away, and the rehearsals for the performance are becoming more and more intense.

Sitting at the table, Yang Xiaotao thought for a moment and then picked up the phone to call Mr. Chen.

The phone was picked up after ringing twice, but the person who spoke was not Mr. Chen, but Mr. Chen's secretary.

"Boss Yang, Mr. Chen is going to attend an important meeting. You can tell me if there is anything."

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

"Okay, probably after 3pm."

"clear."

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

At this time, Mr. Chen was sitting in front of the stove, fiddling with the steamed bread slices roasting on the stove.

There were three people sitting next to him.

Four people gathered around the stove. Some watched Old Chen fiddling with the steamed bread slices. Some held a cigarette in their hands but did not light it. Some kept picking their ears, as if they felt itchy inside.

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

"Old Chen, it's almost done. If you make more steamed buns, they will get mushy."

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

"Your nose, I'm just getting the hang of it now."

Old Chen picked up a piece of steamed bread with chopsticks, took a look, and found that the edges had turned black.

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

The old man who was cleaning his ears nearby started to laugh, and his words also had a Sichuan accent.

"If we talk about the best branding here, it has to be me."

"Thinking back to when we were in the border areas."

The old man began to reminisce again.

The other three laughed when they heard it, and then Old Chen threw a piece of baked steamed bread over to them, "Yes, yes, yes, I, Little Chen, am not as good as you, Big Chen. After all, you are the one who drank the water of the Seine."

After saying this, Da Chen immediately turned his head to look at his fellow villager, "Look, after all these years, he's still this bad-tempered."

The old man shook his head and said, "It is easy to change a country."

"Nature is hard to change."

The thin old man also said something.

Seeing that the three of them were teasing him, Old Chen couldn't help but laugh, "Three brothers, if you bully people like this, I have to have a good talk with my sisters-in-law."

"Especially my eldest sister. She told me a lot of things."

As soon as Mr. Chen said this, the three of them immediately looked at each other, then stretched out their hands and patted Mr. Chen.

Old Chen dodged quickly.

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

Not long after, each of the four people came in with a slice of steamed bread and a bottle of beef sauce in front of them.

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

Da Chen also likes spicy food, but he has been traveling around for many years and has never eaten such delicious beef sauce.

While speaking, he picked up a piece with chopsticks and spread it on the steamed bread slice, then took a bite of half of it.

"Mm, it's delicious, spicy and fragrant, and the steamed buns are crispy. Wow, it's delicious."

Da Chen was sighing as he ate, but seeing that the three of them looked indifferent, he felt a little curious.

His gaze finally fell on Mr. Chen.

Because he was the one who brought the bottle.

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

"Sent?"

Da Chen knows Mr. Chen well, and he doesn't accept gifts from ordinary people.

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

The Sichuanese nodded and said, "Yeah, not bad, it's really good."

Da Chen rolled his eyes and looked at the thin old man beside him. "Ahem, I've tried this before, it's pretty good."

When the old man finished speaking, Da Chen's eyes widened immediately, "No, you guys, you're not all from the same person, are you?"

After hearing this, Old Chen laughed out loud, "As expected of Da Chen who drank the water of the Seine, he could tell at a glance."

Da Chen snorted coldly after hearing this, "You three teamed up to bully others."

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

After hearing this, Da Chen simply covered the remaining half bottle of beef sauce and placed it in front of himself.

"If no one gives me anything, I will just beat you up. This is called beating up the rich."

The three of them were stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.

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

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

Hearing this, the three of them nodded.

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

At first, there were rumors before the note was sent, and everyone thought it was a joke.

After all, it is a national defense weapon. The Mirage aircraft is a very advanced model at present. If its production technology and design can be brought into the country, it will definitely greatly enhance the national defense strength.

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 when it comes to key technologies, just look at the alliance and the embargo imposed by the United States to understand 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 attach great importance to this matter.

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

"Right now, many people are leaning towards agreeing to an exchange."

"After all, the other party is very sincere. Not only does he provide technology, he also promised to provide personnel to provide guidance, and also donated ten of the latest Mirage aircraft."

"Our comrades all think it is appropriate."

"Especially on the defense side, they're desperate for 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 standing beside him and said, "You two have studied abroad there. Tell me how you felt about it."

Da Chen glanced at his fellow villager, then shook his head, "I only know one thing, that is, there is no such thing as a free lunch."

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

"Besides, they have so many good things. If we exchange this and that, will we have to empty our family's coffers?"

After hearing this, the old man looked at the person opposite him.

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

"But now."

"There are no permanent friends, only permanent interests. This is the value advocated by Western civilization."

"In the face of common interests, everyone is a friend, but when the interests are gone, people just walk away, leaving behind a mess."

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

"I don't agree with the exchange either."

"Let me make it clear first, I'm not worried about our small amount of foreign exchange."

"I have some feelings about this from recent events."

As soon as the words came out, the three of them looked over.

Old Chen picked up the red panda on the table beside him, took out a cigarette and lit it himself, then began to speak slowly.

"I have been supervising the Red Star Machinery Factory for some time, and you all know this."

"I found that the things that the machine shop does are rarely done with the help of others."

"This has both advantages and disadvantages. But one thing is worth affirming, that is, I will unswervingly follow my own path and will never be influenced by the outside world."

"Just like the aircraft engine incident this time, they would rather find someone to study the aircraft themselves than change the design, which is exactly what I hope for."

"What's yours is the best."

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

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

Elder Chen nodded quickly, "Yes, it is said that the design has been made, and it is probably being produced at full capacity now."

“The machine shop did a great job.”

In the blink of an eye, the old man finished his cigarette and took out another one with the cigarette butt. "I heard that people from the Seventh Ministry of Machine Building also went to help?"

Mr. Chen immediately laughed and said, "What do you mean by help? I'm asking someone to do something for me."

"Last time, Lao Wang patted his chest and promised at the meeting that there would be no problems. In fact, he was just joking and tried to make up for it afterwards."

"So we set our sights on the engines at the machinery factory."

Da Chen snorted coldly after hearing this, "This monkey Wang has not only become thick-skinned over the years, but also bold. He dares to ignore such a thing."

The fellow villager beside him shook his head and said, "Since he dares to guarantee it, let's wait and see the result."

“As long as we can do it.”

The thin old man didn't say anything, but just weighed the pros and cons.

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

Several people also knew that the current international situation was very unfriendly.

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

"I think we should ask the person involved."

Suddenly, the smoking old man spoke.

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

(End of this chapter)