Technicians who have followed Yang Mingzhi can be said to know their boss very well.
He was an energetic man of action, with an IQ of perhaps 200. He developed weapons efficiently, and the practicality of each new weapon was superior.
The director is so talented. What is even more surprising is that the director is only thirty years old. He has already become famous at the age of thirty. Yang Mingzhi did not realize that he was already a great role model for his subordinates. Youdao is the most competitive among young people.
Strong and competitive, such as the young designer Dobrov, who has made up his mind to try to catch up with the director.
During this period, I have to say that the director did give me a lot of care, or that the director treated all designers very kindly, and his moral character is beyond words.
Now, the drawings of the new gun have given Dobrov a huge revelation.
Just like in the 19th century, the Germans invented the rotating pull-back bolt system. Since then, weapons design bureaus and arsenals in various countries have followed suit. There are now a variety of rifles based on this principle.
The core system of the director's new gun is right in front of you.
"Based on this system, I develop a new assault rifle named after me. Will it be successful?"
Dobrov is very pragmatic. He understands that his brain is relatively easy to use, but he is not as knowledgeable as the director. His current task is to study, just as Lenin always advocated, life should be lived to learn.
.After you learn a skill from the director, you will be qualified to start a new business.
Perhaps Dobrov is not a genius with outstanding abilities, but currently he is the most conscientious of all technicians.
His meticulous behavior was naturally noticed by Yang Mingzhi.
There is a group of down-to-earth and hard-working characters in the team, and they are undoubtedly the backbone of the design bureau. They are all very young people, and they have a bright future.
Once he entered working mode, Yang Mingzhi completely forgot about time.
Even when his wife came to the big office at 9:30 in the evening and urged her husband to take a rest early, Yang Mingzhi said simply, but his mind was still immersed in revising a large number of drawings.
Currently, there is a major task that Yang Mingzhi is not yet completely sure to hand over to his subordinates.
That is the codification of processing technology!
As the most powerful brain, Yang Mingzhi is strong in this aspect, and editing craftsmanship is also his job. At least before time travel, when he was the workshop leader, he criticized the flaws of the craftsmen's work many times. A pair of keen eyes
The eyes are on the head, and inside the skull is an extremely sophisticated thinking machine. His thinking logic is quite rigorous, and his craftsmanship is excellent. Workers can avoid a lot of trouble by following the processing.
Compile a suitable processing process for each drawing. Since it is an improvement on the basic version of the assault rifle, the adjustment to the original process is the top priority.
Of course, it is also necessary to make some special modifications. For example, the sight of the squad machine gun is adjusted to a fully surrounded structure. This operation is only for the convenience of processing in the arsenal.
There are many such technical modifications, all aimed at improving processing efficiency.
As the technicians completed their tasks one after another, they greeted Yang Mingzhi, submitted the drawings, and returned to the dormitory one after another.
Of course, there are also workaholics who are willing to continue to work late at night, and Dobroff is such a person.
"My dear, you can go back to sleep." Yang Mingzhi took the drawing handed over by Dobroff, glanced at it and felt that the drawing was quite good, and he was quite satisfied in his heart.
"Comrade Director, since you have not assigned us any difficult tasks tomorrow morning, I can naturally work later tonight."
"Oh?" Looking around, there were only a few people left in the big office.
Looking at the watch again, it was already half past ten.
"Dobrov, actually you can go back. Your help to me here is limited. You don't have to worry about anything. I can do the rest of the work myself."
"I think you should have an extra helper."
This time, Dobrov boasted that he had seized a major opportunity, and he boldly stated that he must be a deputy.
Look at his resolute attitude. If he has a meticulous attitude towards work in the years to come, he will definitely become successful and famous.
In a daze, Yang Mingzhi understood why Dobrov was so determined.
"Haha, dear Dobroff. Well, you can bring a chair over and sit in front of me."
Dobroff obeyed the instructions smoothly and sat in front of the director across the table piled with drawings.
Yang Mingzhi didn't show up either, and soon, he and Dobrov were the only ones left in the entire big office. Even Popov yawned and returned to his dormitory.
The whole room was quiet and deserted. Through the closed glass window, the howling north wind outside still brought endless low and strange sounds, which would scare the faint of heart.
"You and I are the only ones left now. Since Dobroff stayed voluntarily..." Yang Mingzhi paused for a moment, looked into the other person's eyes, and asked seductively: "I can guess what you are thinking, now
You want to be a student, right?"
"right!"
"Very good. The openness of your answer shows that you are an ambitious person. I like it."
Speaking of ambitions, isn't Director Berekov's ambition even greater? Dobrov did not dare to agree hastily, so he said sincerely: "I want to learn knowledge from you. Your understanding of firearms is extraordinary.
, I completely agree with your theory. I want to learn, learn everything there is to know about assault rifles.”
A fanboy? No, these are the words of a young man from the heart. What he is obsessed with is definitely not himself, but these drawings spread out on the table are the source of his obsession.
Yang Mingzhi nodded: "I'm glad that you fully agree with me. You should also be able to feel that it is impossible for the entire alliance to agree with assault rifles all of a sudden. You and I will be lonely for some time in the future."
"It's okay, scientific workers are generally lonely. I can't stand the noise, and just want to settle down and do research. You see, my peers have gone to the battlefield one after another, and I have been judged to be a high-level intellectual, and I have lost the opportunity to carry a gun and fight.
power. Many of my middle school classmates and I have been drafted into the army, and some have sacrificed their lives for the country. So I must seize the time to make some achievements, otherwise..."
"What else?"
"I feel ashamed of those classmates who sacrificed their lives, and I feel ashamed of the rich bread I eat every day."
"It seems that you are quite anxious. You want to make contributions quickly to realize your value." Yang Mingzhi nodded: "Now I will give you a new job. These drawings and accompanying process cards piled on the table,
You use a stapler to staple them together."
"As you command!"
Dobrov was so elated that he ran away quickly and came back again carrying a small stapler.
"Oh, you, a young man, are too anxious. You didn't even finish what I said."
"Hey, I'm sorry, Director."
Yang Mingzhi shrugged: "Haha, look at the current atmosphere, it seems like you are my younger brother."
In a sense, Yang Mingzhi is only nine years older than Dobrov, so it is not impossible to call him a brother. But the two are far from that close. Yang Mingzhi feels that since this Dobrov must be diligent
To gain credits, he must be tested first.
Arranging the work of binding drawings for him was a trial.
Yang Mingzhi continued: "Tomorrow I will be very busy at work. I will first say hello to the commander of the military region and then send them to various factories in categories. You must bind them for me.
I marked some numbers on the drawing, and you must match the numbers, otherwise..."
"I understand! I will complete the task perfectly."
So, is this a tall order?
Bah! If you can't even do something as simple as classifying numbers, then there's something wrong with your brain.
Of course, Yang Mingzhi is not looking down on Dobroff's low-level operation of numerical classification. He can also understand the complete process flow while binding the drawings. If Dobroff is really eager to learn the development principles of assault rifles, now is the time
A major opportunity.
The two of them kept working like this. Yang Mingzhi just pretended that Dobrov did not exist and took care of his own editing process.
Isn't it different for Dobroff? The work of binding the drawings was deliberately delayed for no other reason. Dobroff's eyes scanned the processing steps on the craft card, and combined with the corresponding drawings, his mind was about to
The two are combined into one, imprinted in one's mind.
The lights were always bright in the big office, and Yang Tao was tossing and turning in her bed alone. She slept for too long in the afternoon, and it was unrealistic to expect that she would still be able to snooze after nightfall.
The desk lamp at home was always on. From time to time, Carambola looked through the glass window at the large office not far away. He saw that it was already twelve o'clock and the lights were still on.
"Are you going to work until dawn?"
She waited eagerly until two o'clock in the morning when the lights in the office went out. The tired Yang Tao suddenly became energetic, so she pretended to sleep and waited for her husband to slip on the bed.
Dragging his tired body, Yang Mingzhi went home.
"Haha, that Dobrov is actually a careerist?! Yes, I like it very much. With this character, my work will be easier in the future."
Yang Mingzhi believed that he had obtained a genuine and capable man. No matter the biting cold outside, he whistled and returned to his warm home.
His wife was already asleep, so he gently took off his coat, put on his autumn clothes and long trousers and got into the bed where his wife had already covered her warmly.
"Well... you're back..."
"Um, you didn't sleep?"
"Well... I woke up because of you. Now... it seems very late now?"
"Yes, it's very late. Stop talking and go to sleep."
Star fruit subconsciously crawled into her husband's armpit, just to enjoy the momentary happiness.
She continued to murmur: "It's still about firearms. You must be very nervous when you work so late. When daybreak, you... you will still go out for a long distance."
"Yes, I know you are worried about me, but for the sake of a better life for our family in the future, I, as the eldest man, must seize the time and work more. You also know the current situation, and I will talk about it next time
Several new guns are being released. I’m going to be very busy with that.”
"Well, I support you."
"I just feel a little sorry for you..."
Under the cover of night, Yang Tao laughed happily a few times: "My child and I will always support you, but please don't tire yourself too much."
"Okay, I promise you."
How sweet is the feeling in Yang Mingzhi's heart at this moment? Immersed in his wife's tenderness, the physical and mental fatigue seems to have dissipated a lot. His wife is still the same, she is obviously pregnant, and she still treats her husband as a big pillow, just like before.
Lying on her side, one leg naturally hangs on her husband's body, just to gain a sense of security.
What Yang Mingzhi got was the great satisfaction of being a man.
Wealth will continue to expand, status will continue to improve, beauty will be on the bed, and children will be born in the future.
If you have more trouble, the future will be even better.
Star Tao finally fell asleep sweetly. She did not expect that she did not want her husband to be too tired, but her intimate actions inspired her husband's strong fighting spirit.
…
September 23rd, the cold wind was biting.
The north wind that had been howling all night brought only the coldness of the Arctic Circle. On this night, the cold wave officially hit the city of Western Siberia.
Fortunately, the telegrams from weather stations in the Arctic Circle and even Novaya Zemlya came in very timely. The wheat harvest work in various places was originally planned to be postponed for a few more days, but the successful harvest was basically completed within two days.
Early in the morning, Lysenko stood in his office, holding on to the window and looking at the Soviet red flag fluttering in the wind outside through the double-glazed glass. He felt nothing but joyful excitement in his heart.
No matter what the final statistics of grain production are, Siberia is a game of chess, and the entire region's autumn grain harvest was successfully completed before the cold snap.
The so-called "vernalization treatment" has two major purposes: first, growth, and second, avoiding frost disaster.
The incoming cold current has brought frost to the entire world. He learned early in the morning that most of the outdoor puddles had frozen. There were many small lakes around Novosibirsk, and the lakes were now covered with thin ice.
The first round of the cold wave is a biting cold current that blows away the warmth, followed by a long period of snowfall.
The work of various research departments of the Academy of Sciences will not be greatly disrupted by snowfall. The biggest disruption is the construction of the Academy of Sciences campus.
Thinking of this, it is indeed a troublesome problem. Although you don't have to interfere in architectural matters, as the dean, if you don't ask about it, it would be dereliction of duty.
If the planned large-scale buildings can be completed as soon as possible, and everyone will live in a brand new large office building, their offices will also be more beautiful.
besides……
"Ah! There is another Lekov, this man! If he complains to me again about the lack of toilets, kitchens and other facilities, I am afraid he will put pressure on the mayor? No, I have to make adjustments."
Originally, Lysenko was not a person who dawdled. The construction tasks at the Academy of Sciences campus were many and complex. The worst thing was that construction workers were limited. The superiors allocated large sums of money, and the money needed to be used for the construction of new sites for scientific research institutions, and a large number of reinforced concrete buildings.
Once built, it will be used for a long time.
After all, the move of the Academy of Sciences to Novosibirsk is by no means a temporary move. When the Soviet Union wins the war, the Academy of Sciences will have to move back to Moscow. As for this satellite city in the northwest corner of Novosibirsk, it will always exist as the Siberian branch of the Academy of Sciences.
With.
Building a high-end public toilet for General Berekov is not a problem, but building a bathhouse within the design bureau is also a problem.
Lysenko learned at the first opportunity that the new gun developed by Belekov in a surprise attack had received unanimous praise and even strong attention from the mayor, first secretary, and even the commander of the military region. In the future, Stalin himself would also be informed of this matter and receive
The leader's praise is probably a sure thing.
"No! It must be built immediately. First of all, we must build public toilets for them that can be completely protected from wind and rain, and install flush toilets in the public toilets."
Lysenko thought for a while, and then he had an idea and immediately made a call to the comprehensive internal affairs department of the hospital. The only requirement was to remove two flush toilets from the office building.