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 mouth, he lost his voice first.
Every family has scriptures that are difficult to recite.
They are all brothers and sisters 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 PL-3 can be built, there is no suitable aircraft to serve as a carrier.
"Chief, we'd better contact our brother departments about this matter."
Mr. Qian on the side spoke, Mr. Wang nodded silently.
The only thing we can do 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 own thing. Everyone has hardships and everyone has to overcome difficulties."
"What we have to do is to do our own thing 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, "In response to 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, air-to-air missiles, Pili 3 need 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 can be made smaller, our success rate will be greatly increased."
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 150 millimeters."
"And in order to speed up, the fuel inside cannot be less than the filling capacity of No. 2, the warhead, navigation part and..."
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, 150 millimeters is the limit. Of course, if it can be reduced to 120 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, "I can't wait."
Then he looked down at the directors and supervisors of each department, "It's the end of June now, and before July 10th, the mechanical and electrical plant must focus on production."
"Send me those who have people in each department."
"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 your 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 have been completely 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 everyone inside and ordered no one to disturb him.
Zheng Shuangyan and others came outside the door several times but did not 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. No one dares to leave after get off work knowing that their boss is in trouble.
The conference room quickly filled up 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.
"I read a lot of information today, including the production conditions of many local factories..."
Mr. Zhang didn't talk about Blackbird. Instead, he talked about the situation of various factories under his jurisdiction, which left everyone in the meeting confused.
Even Zheng Shuangyan couldn't understand the situation.
snap
Mr. Zhang slammed the table, making everyone present tremble.
There was even more horror in everyone's eyes.
Their leader, in all these years, has never slapped the table.
What's more, what frightens them even more is that they don't know why they bang the table.
A group of people, as silent as a cicada.
Mr. Zhang glanced at the person below and said, "Tian Hai."
"Chief."
A middle-aged man below stood up immediately when his name was called, but when he replied, his throat was a little dry and his voice was even more sarcastic.
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Tian Hai nodded immediately after hearing this, "Yes, Chief."
Hearing Mr. Zhang's question, the heads of the people below started to spin rapidly.
The three factories Mr. Zhang mentioned just now seem to be machine tool factories down there.
Suddenly, some people thought of something and their eyes began to dodge.
"Let me ask you, how many machine tools are there in these three factories? How many Morningstars and Morningstars are there in the machine tools..."
Mr. Zhang's voice didn't contain any fluctuation, but it made Tian Hai's heart skip a beat.
"Chief, from these three machine tool factories, we have purchased a total of twelve Venus and four Morning Star machines, and they have all been installed in place."
"If the installation is in place, then tell me why the quality of the machine tools produced has not only not improved, but is actually worse than before?"
snap
A piece of information was thrown in front of Tian Hai by Mr. Zhang, who was so frightened that Tian Hai quickly picked it up.
If you take a closer look, you will see the production data of each factory over the past year. From the graph, you can see that there has been almost no increase in output.
But subsequent reports also showed that the quality had not increased.
"This, this..."
"Chief, the people who operate the machine tools are workers. The workers' skills cannot be improved, so, therefore, the quality cannot be improved."
After hearing this, Mr. Zhang just picked up the tea cup on the table and took a sip to moisten his throat, "Now, you know."
"what to do?"
The gentle question made Tian Hai break into cold sweat on his forehead.
"I, I..."
"Don't know? Let me find a way for you."
Mr. Zhang put down his cup, then stared at Tian Hai and said coldly, "From today on, the tasks of producing machine tools will be improved, and the quality control of factory tasks will be improved."
"If you can't complete the task, the factory leaders will go to farm."
"If you can't complete the task, all the workers in the factory will go to farm."
"Our Third Machinery Department has no shortage of people and workers."
Tian Hai couldn't breathe properly after hearing this, and nodded tremblingly.
Then I sat on the chair, my heart full of panic.
Nowadays, who doesn’t know the benefits of being a worker, holding an iron rice bowl, eating food, and having status? Who doesn’t want to be a worker?
But now, just one word is enough to start farming.
This, this is going to destroy the iron rice bowl.
Without the city's food supply, how many people would have to live in poverty?
Not only him, but many people present turned pale.
"Wang Minghua."
Mr. Zhang spoke again.
A person below suddenly stood up.
"Factory 419, are you in charge?"
"Yes, Chief."
Wang Minghua is different from Tian Hai in that he has a loud voice.
Mr. Zhang glanced at him, "Are you confident?"
"Chief, I understand the situation of Factory 419. The factory is full of elites and it is also the benchmark factory of our Third Machinery Department."
"Benchmark? Did you designate yourself? Or did someone designate you?"
Wang Minghua raised his head and said, "Chief, since the establishment of the factory, Factory 419 has provided us with a large number of excellent machines, ensuring the development of the military industry."
"Yes, the factory has had its ups and downs in the past two years, but I still believe that Factory 419 still has its capabilities and its contributions. Moreover, the workers there are all revolutionary workers and are talents from our Third Machinery Department."
"If you have the ability, why not improve product quality?"
Zhang Lao picked up the cup again and drank the tea inside.
After hearing this, Wang Minghua opened his mouth and said, "Chief, you also said that not all factories are like the Red Star Machinery Factory. The comrades below have already worked very hard, and there is no need for us to criticize them harshly."
"Chief, I, I think your requirements are a bit strict."
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a gasp of air from around him.
Zheng Shuangyan stood up and stared at Wang Minghua with cold eyes. The guards in charge also stared at Wang Minghua, and a murderous aura quickly spread in the room.
Ha ha
hehe!
"Embarrassing and harshly criticizing?"
Mr. Zhang suddenly laughed, his voice gradually becoming colder.
"What is the mission of workers? They are to shed their lives and blood for revolutionary construction."
"When did asking for a task to be completed become harsh?"
"Chief!"
Suddenly, a middle-aged man stood up suddenly and said, "Chief, I have wanted to say it for a long time."
"I don't know what other people think, but now, many factories are just muddle along and get paid based on their tasks."
"I have been to Hongxing Machinery Factory and even their branch factory."
"That's what a worker should be like."
"Be high-spirited and have the spirit of the three studies to penetrate into 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.
, a manager who mixes tasks.”
bang bang
bang bang bang
Suddenly, applause erupted sparsely in the room.
Then the applause got louder and louder.
It's just that some people are trying their best to troubleshoot with a red face.
And some people have blank faces and are at a loss.
Mr. Zhang smiled.
At this moment, I smiled brightly.
He understands that these people of his are not rotten to the core yet.
I can still save my three machine divisions.
"Wang Minghua, from now on, all positions will be dismissed."
"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 with a sonorous tone,
"This is an iron rice bowl. The first machine department can smash it, the machine factory can smash it, but my third machine department can't?"
"Starting today, I will tell everyone that our Third Machinery Department does not have iron-clad jobs, only iron-clad people."