Scholars in the courtyard.

Chapter 2154: Overtime tonight
Seventh Machinery Department.

Old Wang rubbed his brows and felt depressed.

Old Qin was resting with his eyes closed.

Mr. Zhang beside him also had a serious expression.

The three of them spent the entire afternoon in the room, and spoke no more than ten sentences.

There is really nothing to say.

Ring ring ring

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

"Hello, Chief, it's me."

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

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

"I know. We will come up with a plan as soon as possible. Don't worry, we will never let the other party show off their 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 that's a good idea. Let's transfer Sam from the Forty-Nine City first. We can't let this situation continue."

Seeing that the two of them were silent, Mr. Wang had to speak himself.

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

Mr. Zhang immediately rejected it, saying it was a completely bad idea.

Maybe the other party is waiting for you to make a move, and then do a black tiger heart-ripping attack.

"Well, why not buy a few more?"

Mr. Wang said again.

"Forget it. After the last incident, the foreign trade department discussed it with the alliance and even with several member countries, but they refused to even open their mouths and directly rejected it."

Old Qin started to explain, and Old Wang curled his lips when he heard it, "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 the country who are valued by the other party.

But each of them is a goose that lays golden eggs, and it would be a loss if you gave them away.

"Lao Wang, are your missiles really that effective?"

Old Qin asked again.

After hearing this, Mr. Wang was as silent as an eggplant hit by frost. He lowered his head and remained silent.

"I heard that you were working with a machinery factory on engines. What's going on?"

Mr. Zhang asked from the side.

Mr. Wang didn't say anything, but Mr. Qin snorted coldly.

"How's it going?"

"I don't know what's going on, but Yang Xiaotao is not doing his job right now."

"I work on the design drawings in the office at work."

"Our aircraft project has been in the works for so long, but he hasn't helped."

Old Qin felt a little jealous, and Old 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 Seventh Ministry of Machine Building is a gathering of elites, and the design direction proposed by Yang Xiaotao last time was also recognized by everyone.

During this period, everyone redesigned and rearranged the Red Flag missile, and the resulting design was completely different. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a new type.

It seems that this key engine cannot be made.

Not only Yang Xiaotao, but also engineers from various research institutes and factories under the Seventh Ministry of Machine Building are busy and working hard.

But there is no finalized design so far.

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

"Hasn't the test flight started yet?"

"Can you keep up the speed?"

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

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

The experiments at Shengjing Aircraft Factory went smoothly, but the news that came out was not satisfactory.

Especially in terms of speed. According to estimates during the testing phase, although the thrust of the new engine met expectations, the aircraft's speed could barely reach Mach 2.

In other words, the speed is equal to that of the opponent.

But aircraft performance is not just about speed.

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

"We need time."

Mr. Zhang said calmly.

"We are short of time too."

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

"This is not the way to go."

Old Qin took out a cigarette, lit it, and said with a heavy tone.

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

"I know about it."

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

"But this is premised on the ship's ability to protect itself being improved. At the very least, it should be able to run faster."

"So, we have to wait?"

"Correct!"

There was silence in the room again.

"Then just wait."

Veteran General Zhang put out his cigarette and said, "Let the anti-aircraft artillery unit at the back move up. If the missiles can't hit the target, don't waste them."

"I just don't believe that even if we set up ten anti-aircraft artillery positions, they would still dare to force their way in."

After saying this, a hint of murderous intent flashed in Old Zhang’s eyes.

Ring ring ring

The phone rings again.

Mr. Wang was somewhat helpless. All day long, the phone kept ringing, either here or there.

It’s almost time to get off work, why is someone still calling me!

Don't let people rest.

Thinking in my mind, I reluctantly walked to the phone and picked up it.

"Hello, I am."

"Lao Wang, I did it. I did it."

"Old Wang, is Mr. Qian here? I have made it. Do you want the data? Here I am."

"Wait a minute!"

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

But I'm not sure.

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

Mr. Wang asked excitedly.

"Ramjet engine is what we call turbojet engine."

“I designed it, and I checked it out. It’s surprisingly good.”

"and many more."

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

"Lao Qin, go call Lao Qian, Yang Xiaotao has made an engine."

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

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

Yang Xiaotao had calmed down and recognized the voice of Mr. Zhang. "Yes, I have something to do in the Seventh Ministry of Machine Building."

"Let me ask you, did you really make an engine for a missile?"

"Yes, I am sure, I did."

"Are you sure it works?"

"It works!"

"it is good!"

Mr. Zhang is not a talkative man, and he has said a lot, which shows how much he values ​​this matter.

And he also knew that Yang Xiaotao was not a man who spoke with one hand and with another.

After repeated confirmation, I am now sure.

"what's the situation?"

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

Mr. Wang picked up the phone and said, "Xiao Tao called and said he has come up with a design."

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

"I understand. I'll get someone to work right away."

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

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

Mr. Wang and his companions 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. He then shouted to Lou Xiaoe, who had not yet left, "Ask all the key personnel in the R&D department and the first workshop to stay and work overtime tonight."

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

"Notify the security department and pick up everyone who has returned home."

"Also, notify the cafeteria to add extra food tonight, and it must be of the highest standard."

Yang Xiaotao spoke seriously, Lou Xiaoe did not dare to be careless, and immediately nodded and ran out.

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

He had to sort out all the drawings of the HXD-1 stamping machine, and then review them again until he knew them clearly.

He understood what Mr. Qian meant. Only by making the finished product can accurate data be obtained.

And time is scarce for both sides.

He knew what was happening in Shanghai.

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

The enemy is very rampant.

If I don't teach him a bloody lesson, do you really think no one can take care of him?

One workshop.

Liu Daming and others had just finished the manufacture of the gas turbine and were talking to Hou Baowei about going home for a drink when they saw Huang Degong running over in a hurry with a nervous look on his face.

"Engineer Liu, General Manager Yang notified everyone to stay and work overtime tonight."

"Let's go eat now, and I'll give you the tasks later."

Liu Daming and his companions were stunned, 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 starting to get warmer, and he was thinking about buying some clothes for his grandson. He was old now, and although the revolution still required his efforts, he could still enjoy playing with his children and grandchildren in his spare time.

But before leaving the warehouse, the logistics director ran over and said, "Director Chen, just now, General Manager Yang said that we should prepare the dispatch materials and work overtime tonight."

"Working overtime tonight? What are you doing?"

Suddenly, Chen Gong thought of a possibility, and his original reluctance to work overtime tonight was immediately thrown out of his mind, replaced by excitement.

He knows best what's happening in the south.

The old man in the family was so angry that he was unhappy for several days, and he even wanted to hit her at any time.

As for what Yang Xiaotao has been busy with these days, he has also heard about it. Now, hearing Yang Xiaotao say that he is working overtime, there is a high probability that he has finished the product.

"What are you standing there for?"

"Boss Yang said we should work overtime, so everyone should work overtime for me."

"Don't leave any one behind."

"I'm telling you, if anyone in our logistics department dares to hinder us, they should not stay here."

The logistics director was startled and immediately shouted, "Understood, I will immediately arrange for people to come back if they have gone home."

"What the hell, go to the Propaganda Department and have the loud speaker make an announcement."

"clear."

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

Suddenly, the factory loudspeaker sounded twice, and then Liu Lixue's voice was heard from inside.

Liu Huaimin didn't think much of it at first. After all, it was normal for the Propaganda Department to sing a song for the workers from time to time to boost morale and boost their enthusiasm.

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

Overtime at night, or for all employees?
"Nonsense."

"If you work overtime at night, how are you going to work tomorrow?"

"That's ridiculous."

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

As soon as I went out, I saw Yang Youning coming out with a confused look on his face.

"Old Yang, what did you say?"

"No way, I don't know what's going on."

The two of them talked, and then they heard the sound of footsteps in the corridor. They looked up and immediately went forward to greet them.

I saw the leader, Old Zhang, walking quickly, followed by Old Qin, Old Wang, Old Qian, and Old Xiao, and behind them there were a dozen or so people, occupying the entire corridor.

The two men were suspicious and went forward to greet him.

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

The two of them figured out what was going on in an instant.

Only Yang Xiaotao could get the people in the machinery factory to 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 stopped as soon as he entered the door.

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

There were many drawings scattered on the ground and four large piles of them next to the table. It was obvious that these were manuscript papers.

At this moment, Yang Xiaotao was holding a design drawing in his hand. When he saw several people standing at the door, he quickly stood up.

"This this"

Yang Xiaotao also noticed that the manuscript papers on the ground were a bit messy, so he quickly kicked them aside.

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

Mr. Zhang suddenly spoke with a serious expression.

Yang Xiaotao was a little confused. It was just some waste paper. What was the point of doing this?
But he didn't know that in the eyes of Mr. Qin and Mr. Qian, every piece of manuscript paper on the floor was the result of their hard work.

"Okay. Let's go to the workshop then."

Yang Xiaotao responded and walked out.

But when he went out, he found that Mr. Ran, Director Xu, Director Wang and other elites from the Seventh Ministry of Machine Building were all there.

Everyone looked at Yang Xiaotao with seriousness and admiration.

"please."

As Mr. Zhang said this, he took the initiative to make way for Yang Xiaotao to go forward.

Behind him, Mr. Wang, Mr. Qian, Mr. Ran and others all made way for the middle road.

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

Behind him, Liu Huaimin's eyes flickered, and he felt an uncontrollable excitement.

Yang Youning took a deep breath and instructed his secretary Xiaoqiang who came out, "Go in and pick up these discarded manuscripts, and then check them all for me. Don't throw away any of them."

Xiaoqiang was a little confused. Why did he want the scrap manuscript again?

Yang Youning looked at the crowd going away and said with a smug smile, "I will put these discarded manuscripts in the memorial hall."